Author's Note: I would like to thank angbookworm and parisnight for their suggestions which lead to this chapter and the next. You guys are awesome, thanks for the inspiration! I hope you guys like this chapter and keep reviewing! I like hearing ideas of what you guys think will happen next!

Warning: Slight smut, and still not mine. don't call the cops on me, please

Chapter 7: Shocked

I was slowly waking up on my warm, hard pillow. Hmm, warm I understand, but hard? And I could swear that my pillows were white and not mocha latte. My eyes moved upward and reached Ranger's.

Last night was night was not a dream.

Oh, damn.

I groaned and put my head back on his hard chest.

"Babe," he said. It said, Babe, I know your awake, so don't even try to fake it.

"Early," I groaned.

"Babe, its two in the afternoon."

"Whoa, I didn't think you knew what that was, without being knee-deep in skips."

"Well someone wore me out last night."

"Well you could've stopped sometime."

"I was making up for the last few months."

"In one night? I mean, really Ranger, my legs over my head? Wasn't that taking it a little too far?"

"You didn't complain last night."

"But now I can't feel my legs." I paused. "You've got to be kidding me."

"What can I say, Babe, you really know how to turn a man on."

I rolled my eyes while he rolled me onto my back. And God help me, I wanted him again.

Hours later, when we did finally get up, it was night again. I guess we're going to be backwards of everyone. There was a knock at my door. I wonder who would be here this late at night.

"TANK!" I screeched when I opened the door. I jumped up to hug him.

"Hey there Bombshell."

"What are you doing here?"

"Making sure Ranger didn't break any laws to get to you." During one of the many interludes of our lovemaking, Ranger had told me about the accident. He also didn't believe that he had passed my car when I was squatting in the bush.

"How's Lula?"

"She's good. She can't wait for you to come home. She misses you."

"Well, I miss her too. I'll call her later."

"You have a nice house here."

"Thanks. It wasn't easy to find a landlord who I could pay under the table."

Tank and Ranger showed a knowing look.

"What?"

"That's how you kept slipping through our fingers. You were very careful, Babe."

We spent the rest of the night talking about my escape and how they kept coming up empty handed. They were both surprised at my luck with everything. Otherwise they would have caught me before I got over the state border.

Tank left after breakfast, claiming that he had to go call Lula with an update. Personally I think it was because Ranger was glaring at him, eyes black with lust. I guess my moaning over pancakes still affected him.

Ranger cleared the dishes off the table and then set me on top of it. I scissored my legs around his waist as he was pulling off my shirt. He was only in his silk boxers, while I, after Tanks arrival, put more clothing on. He nibbled up and down my neck and was moving towards my shoulder.

"Mmm, let's go upstairs."

"I don't think so."

I opened my eyes. He continued to kiss his way down my body. "Excuse me?"

"You have bad memories with a dining room table, and I'm going to change its karma." He said as he took off my shorts and panties and thrusted inside of me. I gasped and all the air rushed out of my lungs. Ranger waited a second for me to adjust before he began to pound into me. It didn't take long for my moans to turn into screams of ecstasy as I climaxed. Ranger followed shortly behind me and then he stiffened for a whole different reason. He pulled the gun that he had sitting on the counter on to the new person standing into my house.

"Well, I'm glad to see you got over your hatred of dining room tables, Cupcake."

Oh crap.

I screamed. How could this get any worse?

"Stephanie? Are you alright? I was outside and I heard you scream." David said as he ran into Joe. He stopped, looking shock.

Oh, great. Now how could this get any worse?

"Ranger, Stephanie, Joe's in town, but I lost him." Tank said as he came through the back door. He took his eyes from me and Ranger doing the nasty on the table to the gun, to Joe.

I sighed. I'm not going to say it again, because next time my mother is going to walk in. She hasn't seen me naked in thirty years, and I want to keep it that way.