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***SMUT WARNING***

Chapter Eight

Ranger and Bobby were in the lobby of West Georgia Trucking waiting for their 2:00 p.m. meeting with Chuck Fields. It was 2:15 and the bastard was making them wait; showing them that he was in control. What Chuck didn't realize was that Ranger never lost control and he wasn't going to let it happen this time either.

Finally, at 2:25, the receptionist led them into a conference room. A short pudgy man rose from his seat at the end of the table to greet them. His dark hair was slicked back and his weasel eyes shot back and forth between the two men in front of him. He reminded Ranger of Vinnie.

"Hello, I'm Chuck Fields. Sorry to have you wait, but I was finishing a very important conference call."

Ranger accepted the man's handshake, "Ranger Manoso, and this is Bobby Brown."

"I understand you're providing the security for my sister-in-law's trucking operation," Chuck began.

"Correct," stated Ranger. "We are investigating her recent break in and vandalism problems."

"Yes," Chuck responded, "Samantha has had her hands full with the current turn of events. I've contacted her in attempt to be of assistance, but she can be stubborn and doesn't listen well," he said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Sam certainly does have a mind of her own," Ranger replied, "But, I don't believe that selling her company is want she wants to do. We intend to uncover any threats both to her, or her business."

"Samantha has always been too independent for her own good," Chuck argued. "She needs to realize that she can't always get what she wants. She needs to focus her attention on other pursuits; something more feminine than a mechanic with a bunch of hard ass truckers sniffing around her."

Bobby's fists clenched at this sides. He did not like the way this man was talking about Sam. There was something about him that said piece of shit instead of concerned family member.

"What exactly is your interest in her company, Mr. Fields," Bobby stated; his voice like steel. "It seems as though you aren't really interested in protecting her, but dictating her life. "

"Of course I'm protecting her," he said in mock surprise. "My only interest is that Samantha be taken care of. My brother would have wanted it that way. I'm sure he would be very disturbed at the way things turned out."

"And why is that," Ranger questioned? "I knew your brother very well, and he would be proud of her. She fought through her personal pain and depression to continue your family's legacy. I hardly call that disturbing."

"Well, Mr. Manoso, I have to disagree, but that is, after all, a family subject," Chuck stated; his voice laced with sarcasm.

Ignoring Chuck's bait, Ranger continued. "I think we can all agree that we are here to help Sam. Therefore, I would like to know your thoughts on the situation, as you both operate within the same industry. Do you know if he has any enemies? Were there any threats to Field's before she took over? Any information you can provide might be beneficial, no matter how small the detail."

"I believe that Samantha is well respected," Chuck replied, "But there are those that aren't happy with a woman running such an operation. You realize this is still a small town in the South. Some people are put off by the idea since it is a man's industry. Maybe somebody is trying to teach her a lesson about her place," he sneered.

Bobby had had enough. He couldn't stand there and listen to this pompous ass spout off about Sam. This asshole was the one that needed to be taught a lesson and he was just the one to do it. He took a step forward, but Ranger held up his hand.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Fields," Ranger stated and handed him a business card. "If you can think of anything else, please contact me."

"Certainly. Whatever I can do to help Samantha," he replied showing them to the door.

When they reached the safety of the SUV, Bobby spoke first.

"Sorry, boss, but that piece of shit really pissed me off! All the things he said about Sam really got to me. I don't know what his reasons are, but after meeting him, I think Sam's right. He's behind this, and I can't figure out why. He has his own company and it's more successful than hers. Why bother?"

"You're right, there's got to be something more that we can't see. We should have the report back on Chuck today. His time in Vegas should give us more information. I just hope for Sam's sake it's nothing more than sibling rivalry."

Ranger and Bobby arrived at Field's to find Stephanie in Sam's office reading through trucking industry websites. Sam was on the treadmill with her back to the door. Nickelback's 'Burn It To The Ground' was blaring through the sound system. Bobby watched in fascination as Sam half ran, half danced to the beat. His cargos immediately tightened, and wicked thoughts ran through his mind.

Ranger motioned for Stephanie to follow him outside.

Once they were in the parking lot, she jumped into his arms and hitched her legs around his waist. "God, I missed you," she breathed.

"Babe, I've only been gone a couple of hours."

"Yea, but being apart just makes me want you more," she teased.

"Playing with fire, Babe," he groaned as she nipped at his neck.

"I need to get burned, Batman," she purred. "Besides, I never did get a chance to show you what I got at Victoria's Secret."

"You're killing me, Babe," he ground out.

"Come on, let's ditch these two," she said and motioned her head towards Sam's office. "We'll catch up with them later."

Ranger growled as he picked up Stephanie and carried her to the SUV.

Bobby walked up behind Sam just as the song changed to 'Dirrty' by Christina Aguilera. As the tempo kicked up, his strong arms grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off the treadmill. She shrieked and fell back into his arms.

"Jeez, Bobby, you scared me half to death."

"Sorry, baby, I couldn't help it," he murmured in her ear, "watching you move made me want to do dirty things to you; just like the song."

"Stop it," she said pushing him away, "I'm all hot and sweaty."

"I like you hot and sweaty. If I had it my way, I'd make you hot and sweaty all the time."

Bobby kicked the door shut with his boot. He pulled Sam's hair back and bit down on her neck, and she whimpered. He took the invitation to push down the straps of her sports bra and tease her nipples until they pebbled under his touch.

A shiver ran through Sam ruining her panties. "I need you, baby," Bobby said in a husky voice.

He moved them over to her desk and cleared it with one sweep of his arm. He put Sam in the middle of the desk and pushed her legs open. He ground his hard length against her, while she franticly grabbed at the top button on his cargos.

"God, baby, I need to be inside you." He pulled down her shorts to revel her soaking panties. He pulled them off and placed a thick finger inside her. "Are you this wet for me?" His breath was ragged with need as he stroked her clit with his thumb.

"Please, Bobby, please don't tease me," her voice gasping for air.

Bobby snapped and pushed his pants to his ankles. He entered her wet center with one long stroke. Sam cried out in both pleasure and pain. Bobby was in a frenzy after the meeting with Chuck and needed to be close to her. He took her hard and fast, giving over to his need of possession.

Sam dug her nails into Bobby's back and pulled him closer. He was pounding into her; driving her crazy with need. She could feel the heat coiling in her stomach. When she came, her walls clenched around him and Bobby roared her name as his own release took him over the edge. They clung to each other riding out the sensation.

When their breathing finally returned to normal, Bobby lightly kissed Sam's lips and rested his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry, baby, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to be so rough."

"You could never hurt me," she smiled. "I wanted you to let go and feel your passion."

"All my passion is for you, baby," he whispered in her ear. Suddenly serious, Bobby looked into her eyes. "I really care about you, Sam. You've become a part of me; a part of my life. You're my lover and my best friend."

Sam's breath hitched. "I don't know what I would have done without you, Bobby. The last three years have been really tough, but somehow you made it easier for me. You've been there for me every step of the way. You've held me when I've cried and cheered with me when I'm happy. You're my best friend, too."

Stephanie teased Ranger on the way back to the hotel with lingering touches and seductive caresses. Unspoken words of longing hung heavy in the air while Ranger tried in vain to stay in his zone.

The minute he closed the door of their hotel room, he pressed Stephanie up against the wall, and ground his hips into hers. She could feel his desire throbbing against her.

"You've been bad, Babe," he whispered, licking the shell of her ear. "You pulled the tiger's tail."

"I'm going to do more than pull his tail, Carlos," Stephanie whispered, as she sunk to her knees and unzipped his pants, pushing them to the ground.

He groaned as she licked the tip of his cock; circling it with her tongue before taking as much of him into her mouth as possible. Ranger's breath hitched and his hands fisted in her hair as she slowly pumped him in and out while tormenting his balls with her free hand. "Dios, Babe! Don't stop!" She teased him, alternating between soft, slow licks and feverish sucking. When she felt his balls begin to tighten, she knew he was close. She increased the intensity of her movements and felt him explode in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

Kissing her way up his body, she stopped at his mouth and murmured, "Now who's the one that got burned?"