Disclaimer: Sadly these two aren't mine, every once in a while I like to borrow them for some over due and purely fun debauchery before returning them on IV drip the next day looking a little, well, hungover.
Notes: Proof that I am writing! Cold of doom when through our house and my son caught it, then the hubby caught it (nothing takes out an Italian stallion like the sniffles,) then the cold got me...and then circled back round to you guessed it, the baby again. Yikes.
( And yes you read that right! The hubby is Italian and yes he is actually born and bred in NJ, but don't judge me Babe fans Ranger wasn't real! I checked the phone book first!) ; P
This is Rated M for Mmmmmm...
don't say I didn't warn you! ; D
Chapter Two
"Thank you," I managed to get out. Ranger nodded and then disappeared into his zone, which was probably for the best.I leaned my head back and closed my eyes enjoying the hot air wafting across my goose bump laden skin and the feel of butter soft leather against my thighs trying to figure out how I was going to pull this off.
I must have fallen asleep instead because the next thing I knew Ranger was saying 'Babe' and we were parked in the garage at Haywood and I still had no idea what I was going to do. Well, Fuck. I slumped forward to hide my face in my hands again.
"Babe?" Ranger was staring at me, I could feel it.
"Ranger, I'm wearing a thong," I finally managed by way of explanation.
Ranger's dark chuckle did dangerous things below my waistline. "Babe, I already called upstairs and had them disable the cameras for the garage, elevator and the seventh floor hallway."
Oh. Well that was a little better I guess. I should have thought of that. I peeked over my fingertips at him, his lips were turned up in an almost smile. "Are you sure they're really off?"
"They better be." Ranger said his eyes darkening further sweeping up the expanse of my bare legs. "I'd hate to have to beat Lester and Cal to death during the morning meeting."
"Oh my god, Lester's up there? That's like expecting my grandma not to peek at a closed casket viewing!" That was it, I realized, my bare ass was going to be the background on every Rangeman computer by 7am tomorrow morning! I'd never be able to show my face in Trenton again, certainly not at Rangeman at least…
"Babe, I don't doubt that Santos would like to enjoy the view I'm getting right now, but he also values his life." Ranger all but growled the threat left hanging in the air between us. And okay, Ranger could be pretty scary, but Lester was a total horn-dog. I sat for another moment chewing my lower lip mulling it over which one of these two factors was a greater motivator…
Ranger broke into my internal debate a moment later. "Babe, it's almost 4am and I have meetings all day starting at 0730."
A wave of guilt crashed over me. God, I was always fucking up his life. "I'm so sorry," I was not going to cry I told myself. It was just this day had sucked, and sometimes it got to me. I sighed and scrubbed my fingers over my face fighting for calm.
"For what Babe?" The hand was back on my neck, fingers kneading gently, aiming to sooth.
"I don't know," I started, "For being me, for dragging you out of bed again in the middle of the night…"
"I happened to like you," Ranger sent me his almost grin then added more quietly "No apologies Babe, No price remember? I'm just glad you weren't hurt, but if we don't get upstairs so I can get some sleep I'm going to be forced to investigate that thong. And I don't think there's enough room in this front seat to do it properly." And his eyes darkened dangerously.
My eyes went wide and I jerked the car door open and about strangled myself in the seatbelt in my attempt to flee while Ranger chuckled behind me and released the belt himself with a warm and amused "Babe…" He opened the driver side door and circled the car to where I had my butt pressed to the side staring suspiciously up at the visible camera lens closest to us. Ranger followed my gaze to the supposedly disabled camera and shaking his head once snatched my upper arm with one hand and yanked me towards him twisting me mid-step with his grip, his other arm locking around my waist trapping me with his solid well-muscled chest suddenly against my back.
Ranger started moving toward the elevator effectively shuffling behind me with a wide stance that kept him from stepping on my bare feet with his flat soled military boots while successfully pushing me forward with damn near every inch of his rock hard body pressed flush against mine. His position behind me also meritoriously hiding my ass from possible cameras and voyeurs. But not the words on my thong I realized with a flash akin to panic.
I grabbed my tank top hem in both hands and yanked the edge down hoping to cover as much of my panties as possible. Course this forced the neckline dangerously low on my chest and made my nipples standing at attention all the more noticeable under the taut material. Since the tank top was almost the same cream color of my skin and the cotton was so thin and I wasn't wearing a bra there wasn't much left to the imagination. You could make out the perfect outline my nipples and locate my belly button probably from ten feet away.
Apparently Ranger noticed too because he glanced over my shoulder, then growled against the back of my neck, and his arms shifted around me, his fingers tightened on my hipbone as his forearm became a steel band around my waist molding my back to his chest while his other hand moved up to cup my right breast squeezing with a perfect pressure making me gasp and my knees go weak.
I think I stopped breathing when I felt the wet heat of his mouth against the side of my neck. I know I started panting when he sucked the same skin into his mouth adding a mind blowing suction that had me gasping on wobbly legs, his teeth nipping at me no doubt leaving a small mark that hopefully wouldn't linger in the morning, 'cause that was just what I needed; to leave Ranger's apartment covered in hickeys after showing up in a thong...
My steps faltered under the onslaught of sensations Ranger was giving me and I sucked in a shaky breath my hands gripping his arms wound tightly around me afraid if he let go I'd stumble to my knees right here on the garage floor.
He was still pushing me in the direction of the elevator even with his face pressed to my skin, muttering words too low for me to recognize—it took my hormone-frazzled brain a second to realize I couldn't understand them because he'd slipped into Spanish. And even not having a clue what he was saying—the context was glaringly obvious.
Ranger wanted me, when his pelvis ground against my bare ass a moment later the rush of heat that zipped up my spine feeling his hard length against my back was enough to flush my cheeks and make my eyes prick with overwhelmed tears. God, I wanted him so bad. I bit my lip on a whimper and every part of me trembled.
I was going to be miserable in the morning—I was going to hate myself, I was going to be a big ball of Catholic burg-girl guilt and sick to my stomach dealing with the aftermath but that didn't stop my panties from going impossibly wet and my nipples from tightening to hard almost painful points. And when Ranger twisted my head to reach my lips using his fingers on my chin and slipped two fingers on his other wandering hand past the lacy edge of my panties to trace my slit my knees almost gave out for real and I suddenly couldn't bring myself to give a shit about how tomorrow would feel.
Fuck tomorrow morning, I'd deal with that shit later. I wanted right now like I wanted air, I needed this, needed him or I might die…
"Christ, Steph Babe, you're so wet." Ranger breathed against my lips fingers sliding over me and then he lapsed into Spanish again pressing a trail of kisses up the side of my neck and back to my mouth. Somewhere in the background I heard an elevator button ding and felt myself being pushed forward. I spared half a brain cell wondering how in the Hell Ranger managed to push the call button in the first place when I hadn't missed his hands on my skin for longer than a split second…and then I hissed in a breath of shock when my bare butt cheeks came into contact with the cold paneled wall of the elevator and gasped my exhale in a startled rush when Ranger's hands encircled my hips and he lifted me up to press me back against the wall trapping me against his chest. My legs wrapped around his hips all on their own and I started rubbing against him like a cat while he kissed me senseless our mouths melting against one another in an erotic dance that mimicked what I desperately wanted our lower halves to be doing as well.
Ranger alternated hot hungry kisses that made my bones melt and my blood boil with groaned utterings in a confusing and yet equally memorizing mix of Spanish and English. It was a language all his own and completely captivating. I'd only heard it once before in our one night together after our 'Deal.' The words I could catch in my own language were desperate, and wickedly possessive and definitely complimentary.
My fingers left his shoulders of their own accord and tangled in the long silk hair trapped at the nape of his neck in a low ponytail, gripping the leather tie and sliding it free so his hair spilled loose around his shoulders. God I loved this man's hair. I wound my fingers through it relishing its thick weight, the way the unique scent of Ranger was stronger with the strands loose and tangled in my hands. Ranger groaned the sound morphing into a growl halfway out of his chest when my mouth found the pulse point beating frantically beneath his ear, tracing it with my tongue I bit down. Ranger's hips leapt forward under my assault grinding against me and I wondered if my lower back would bear bruises from the elevator wall in the morning.
"God, Dios…Babe, stop. Dios me da fuerza ... you could tempt God himself to sin babe, you feel so good, que huele tan bien, se siente como el cielo. Quiero sumergirme dentro de ti y que no deje…"
I could only understand half of what he was saying, but that fact that he'd lapsed into complete Spanish in an almost animalistic growl that bit off into a groan at the end told me just how close to losing his famous control he really was. The grip of his fingers against my hipbone felt pretty desperate as he ground his hard length against me. The sensations coursing through me at his touch had me struggling to remember how to breathe, and my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest…
I laid my cheek against his shoulder hiding my face against the warm Bvlgari scented skin, relishing the heat rolling off him in intoxicating waves scorching my skin even through his shirt and mine while his hands rubbed possessively up and down my bare thighs still draped around his waist.
The elevator stopped and Ranger didn't even set me down, he shifted his grip to cup my ass in both hands lifting me up and pulling me closer to him. One hand snaked up to my lower back crushing me against his chest. "Hold on Babe,"
He had us down the hallway and miraculously through the door to the penthouse with minimal fumbling of his keys in one hand despite holding my weight with his other arm and my body clinging to him in what I at least thought was a very distracting way.
Ranger kicked the door shut, the keys missed the silver dish on the sideboard by the absence of the little clinking sound I'd come to associate with Ranger coming through the door. They hit the wood instead sliding across the dark surface with a metallic scraping sound that only partially registered in the background and then my back was flat against the closed door and Ranger's mouth was sealed to mine, tongue and teeth and lips fought for dominance and it really was no contest as he took control with first his mouth and then his hands. His grip skating over my thighs and up to my hips, tracing up the sides of my ribs bunching the tank top under my breasts trapped flush against his warm muscled chest. I broke the kiss to gasp for air feeling dizzy my head falling back against the door to stare blindly at the ceiling, heart racing, pulse pounding in my ears and Ranger moved to investigate the side of my neck. His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin where neck meets collar and I moaned when he sucked the skin there, drawing it into his mouth probably hard enough to mark me. I cried out so close to falling over the edge it was a little frightening my legs shaking around him, my whole body trembling with need. I shuddered hard when he slid his teeth over the same mark, growling darkly against my neck and then he pulled away with a guttural curse and set my legs down on the floor and I blinked at him in confusion and my knees wobbled a little bit and Ranger was fishing in his pocket with one hand.
And then the noise I was hearing suddenly made sense. Ranger's phone was ringing.
Damn. Shit. Fuck. Looked like I wasn't getting that orgasm.I thought about turning around and banging my head against the door.
Ranger shot me a wolf grin pressing his body flush against mine hiking one thigh up over his free hand and grinding my back against the door as he pressed into me making me moan and flush with wetness. "Hold that thought babe," He growled and answered his phone with a sharp bark of, "Talk."
His expression darkened a moment later and his eyes narrowed in annoyance. Ranger cursed and he sounded very pissed off. "Can it be delayed?" He was staring down at me, expression difficult to read as he spoke that last part, his eyes blacker then midnight dilated to fathomless pools of ebony I could barely blink to break his gaze they were so intense. I fought the sinking feeling in my stomach watching his face, I knew where this was going.
"Assholes have perfect fucking timing," Ranger hissed into the phone and I thought I heard whoever was on the line bark something derogatory in response. It sounded a little like Tank's baritone.
Ranger cursed again. "Stephanie is staying on Seven. Have Cal send her paperwork over to the insurance company for the apartment first thing in the morning, send Ella out for wardrobe essentials. Her cubicle on five is open if she wants it and add her to the duty roster for the next month." My stomach sank to my toes.
Uh oh. "Am I in danger?" I thought they'd said my building going up in flames was from a space heater that got tipped over in one of the older resident's apartments, was that wrong?
Ranger hung up and dropped his forehead to the crook of my neck breathing me in, the hand not holding my leg wrapped half around his waist slipped behind my lower back crushing my to him. I waited as the heart beats stretched on liquid and long slowly blending into almost a minute. Ranger still hadn't moved. His breathe was hot and distracting against my skin and if felt very much like he was steeling himself to tell me something he didn't want to.
"I don't believe so, but your building is a total loss, I'd like you to stay here, work downstairs, at least for a little while just until we make sure. Ella will have clothing for you in the morning—and of course you have your Rangeman uniforms and a few basics in my closet."
I doubted Ranger's hesitation was over the work request. "Bat signal?" I breathed into his hair trying to keep my tone light and failing miserably.
Pull it together Stephanie.
Ranger nodded very slowly and his lips brushed the side of my neck again and his hand slide higher up my thigh making me gasp and bite my lip.
"How long?" I whispered. It could be days, weeks….God it could be months…
"A few weeks, I have less than an hour to report—seems they can't wait."
"Tank and the guys?"
"No, they'll be here."
Just him. I was never sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing that he didn't have backup, did that mean his mission wasn't that dangerous? My arms went around his waist without conscious thought clinging to him. He felt so warm, and solid and real. And in an hour he'd be gone; just like smoke, like he'd never been.
"Ranger kiss me," It came out a breathless whimper, and a little desperate. But he was leaving, and I suddenly needed to feel him against me before he was gone.
He drew his face from against my neck and met my eyes and then he leaned in. My eyes slipped shut and his lips felt warm and soft and giving, and then his fingers tightened on my thigh and he groaned from somewhere in his throat and I was suddenly off the floor and wound tightly around him once more. His lips became demanding, the nips became sharper more desperate his tongue warring with mine, seeking dominance, claiming every corner of my mouth as his own while a deep growl vibrated into my chest from his. I clung to his shoulders, drug my nails down his back over his t-shirt, bunched my fists in the material over his spine and moaned my encouragements against his mouth.
"We have to stop," He groaned a few minutes later when I wasn't sure I could talk, let alone stop. I tangled my fingers in his thick hair and dragged his mouth back against mine in response and Ranger gripped me tighter, pulled me away from the door and spun on his heel in the darkness carrying me across his apartment, he kicked open his bedroom door the rest of the way with one foot so we didn't bump into it and then he dropped us both onto the bed with a short bounce. I squealed in surprise—not at the short fall but at the heat that shot through every fiber of my being at the sudden feel of the mattress against my back and 220 pounds of hard Cuban muscle that made up the deliciously warm and tantalizing male against my front.
God Yes, I thought and then I moaned rolling my hips up into his.
"Killing me babe," Ranger groaned breathing hot and fast against my neck and then he was yanking the tank top over my head and flinging it away to the floor and his mouth closed over my breast, that expert tongue flicking over one taut nipple and fire shot down my spine, my knees bent and wrapped around him gripping him to me grinding my body against him.
Ranger pulled back from me without warning, shaking his head as if to clear a fog his eyes searched my face for a moment, almost as if he were memorizing me and then he leaned farther back, pushing himself up on his arms to let his gaze sweep down my body in the low light I wasn't sure how clearly he was seeing and then he let out a husky laugh that vibrated his body in the most amazing way against some very sensitive parts of me and I blinked up at him in lust filled confusion.
"Babe." Ranger rocked back onto his heels between my legs and I let my feet fall from around his lower back as he escaped. Ranger's eyes were locked on my panties and I knew exactly why. He went very still as only Batman can and slowly raised his eyes and shot me a look under one perfectly raised brow.
My first thought was, why am I the only one who can't do that? Then I realized I was lying flat on my back and Ranger could read my thong. OhShit.
"No wonder you didn't want the cop to see this, definitely my new favorite thong babe." Ranger shot me a 2000 watt grin and smoothed his hands up my thighs while I trembled, my stomach fluttering out of control at the searing heat in his gaze. "That's not even partial consent babe," his fingers hooked over the waistband against my hipbones and my breath caught. He held my gaze for the span of one frantic heartbeat, "you're clearly labeled as all mine." and then his fingers started their slow crawl back down, and took the scrap of lace with them.
I tried to remember how to breath, I tried to think of something to say, but my tongue suddenly wouldn't work and then Ranger was leaning over me and his tongue was exploring the edge of my belly button and my breath hissed out in surprise and the sweet rush of lust at the feel of his hot mouth moving down my abdomen pausing and diverting here and there to leave little kisses and love bites. Sweet Jesus the things this man can do with his mouth, they should be outlawed...no wait they should be studied and handed out in manuals across the country because DearGod, and he hadn't even touched me where I really wanted him to yet. No Ranger was taking his sweet time and I was on the verge of losing my mind.
I fisted my fingers tighter against his scalp and tried to remember when I'd let my fingers leave the bed to tangle in his hair then I forgot about that line of thought and simply started using my grip desperately trying to direct his suddenly infuriating mouth to where I needed it to go. I huffed and I panted and I groaned in frustration and Ranger's breath puffed across me in a blatant tease of heat with what sounded suspiciously like wicked laughter and just when I thought I might die if he didn't do something he dropped his mouth to the perfect spot and I nearly shot off the bed in answer.
Omigod! My back arched, every muscle contracted. Ranger growled and worked the heat of his mouth deeper and I cussed and bucked and the whole world came apart. I opened my eyes blinking up at the ceiling trying to clear the cobwebs of lust and little spots of light from my eyes. Ranger's mouth was moving slowly up my hip he nipped against my side just under the curve of my ribs and my body coiled and tensed in response, aftershocks still winding their way through my insides. I realized he was saying something every time he paused to lick and kiss some part of the drunken path his mouth was making over my body. I had to focus to make it out past the rush of my pulse still pounding very unsteadily in my ears.
Ranger's mouth caressed my waistline and he whispered, "mine-," his nose trailed over to press his lips to the hollow of my navel and he traced his tongue around it's rim and once again I heard the whispered claim that sent a rush of heat down my spine. "Mine—" he kissed my breastbone, "mine—" and the sensitive underside on first one side whispering against my flesh, and then the other before flicking his tongue around one impossibly sensitive tight peak. I arched under him as his mouth closed over tender flesh and I felt heat and teeth and Ranger growled again. He ground his hips down into my aching flesh, need tearing through me like a firestorm making me tremble and gasp for breath.
His god damn phone was ringing again.
Ranger started to reach for it and I slapped it out of his hand. We both stared at each other as it bounced across the carpet and based on the slightly plastic sounding crash ended up on the tile floor of the bathroom somewhere. I grabbed his ass in both hands and pulled him down against me again. "Babe—"
"No."
I rolled my hips against his and Ranger's eyes grew darker his jaw tightening to a hard line.
"babe—"
"GodDamnit Ranger! Is there a nuclear device about to go off somewhere in Gotham City in the next five minutes?"
One brow rose.
"Is Joker about to destroy Lady Liberty?"
"No—" Ranger started and the other eyebrow was climbing now too, maybe cause I was looking a little crazy—hell I was feeling a little crazy right now.
"Then so help me God if you don't get inside me in the next thirty seconds I'm going to hurt you or find someone big enough that can!"
Ranger made a sound that was purely animalistic and seriously hot, and in the next blink I swear to god his pants were just gone. I didn't even get a chance to process that marvel though because in the span of the next heartbeat he was in me. And I was helpless to do anything but arch, and bow and shudder and moan. What can I say? The Wizard really is magic.
Ranger cursed against the side of my neck and just paused there for a tense moment while both of us tried to process a thousand nerve endings standing at attention and almost singing the halleluiah choir. And if I thought that was amazing then Ranger started to move and Omigod let's just say memory, even some dame good ones, pale in comparison to the real thing.
He pulled back leaving me almost completely to tremble and fight the ache of emptiness his withdrawal left then he just sort of hung back for a moment watching me quiver and gasp, waiting for something. I opened my mouth to beg him to come back and something scarily close to a whimper slipped out. And Ranger folded, rushing back to fill me a hard, and fast and Oh god, yes! He didn't pause this time. I don't think he could, not if the need spurring him on was anywhere near as desperate as mine. His arms wound under my back tilting my hips up to his frantic thrusts and suddenly Ranger was a man on a very primal mission. And Finally! This was a mission I could throw my support behind.
I moved against him in counterpoint as much as my shaking overtaxed muscles would allow which wasn't much after multiple doomsday orgasms so I basically just held on for one wild epic ride. The pressure was building low in my belly, spiraling tighter with each pleasure inducing drive, and then the Spanish started up and every part of my body just melted. Time stretched and went liquid and gold each breath seemed to stagger and hang in the back of my throat, my pulse rushed in my ears turning into white noise and every nerve in my body shot off in one seriously phenomenal explosion of brain destroying lust. I shuddered and rocked, my entire spine locked and I felt Ranger's muscles bunch and my hands somehow found the wherewithal to grope the globes of his perfect ass, griping him tight and hanging on for the ride. Ranger hissed in an earth shattering exclamation that sounded like part pleasure and pain and I felt him let go with the same force as a volcano. He shouted wordlessly face buried against the side of my neck and his entire frame shook like an earthquake against me and then I had a very heavy, very sexy Cuban Sex God draped over me in boneless aftermath.
We lay there gasping and before I could slow my heart rate enough to even distinguish one pounding heartbeat from the next let alone work my way up to large muscle control to lift my head or move Ranger was pushing off of me to stand beside the bed. He paused to press one open mouthed kiss to the flat of my belly just below my breastbone with a barely discernable flick of tongue and a quickly whispered and reverent sounding "babe," and then just like he'd done before he was gone.
Oh Fuck. I rolled to my side and buried my face in my hands. What have I done?
TBC...