****Don't own them, not receiving any money. Angie, as always, you make my thoughts and words come across better. I can't believe my good fortune in finding such a great beta and friend. As always, I hope that you guys enjoy the latest in my Stephanie and Ranger saga. And as always watch out for the SMUT – if it offends you, skip the ending!!

Her only thought as she came was how lucky she was to have him for her very own. She felt him shudder with his own climax and welcomed him into her arms. Later, much later, she would laugh that they'd made love in broad daylight in the back seat of a car and she hadn't thought once about being caught. That's what he did to her. He made her forget about the world around them.

Chapter 7

"Definitely Treat"

Stephanie looked out the window of her new home and was glad that she'd chosen this one. The fall colors on the trees, from the front window seat, were brilliant shades of gold and red. When he'd shown her the three houses, she'd felt like Goldilocks. The first had been too big and would have required a permanent housekeeper and groundskeeper. With its six bedrooms and two acres of lawn and gardens, Stephanie was a bit overwhelmed. It might be okay if they had several children and where ready to settle down, but not right now. Their lives were just too busy for that kind of responsibility.

The second house had really been too small. It was a quaint two bedroom house and had plenty of room inside, but Ranger wanted more room on the outside for a pool. The other problem had been that the neighbors were a little too close for some of the outdoors activities they enjoyed.

When he showed her the third house, she fell in love. The two story house was a good distance from the road and had an enclosed backyard with a pool. It had three bedrooms and the layout was open and airy. When she saw the master bedroom, she knew this was the one. It had an office that Ranger or she could use for work if necessary and the living room was open and connected with the kitchen. It had the added convenience of being close enough to the 'Burg', without actually being in the 'Burg'.

They'd spent every weekend at the house. Stephanie was now waiting for Ranger to get back from the office. She'd taken the day off to get ready for their date. They were going to a Halloween party at the Rumba room. It was still a shock to her that he'd agreed to get dressed up and take her to the party. Since he'd been so sweet, she'd decided to have mercy on him with his costume.

She'd ordered the Zorro costume online, thinking it was perfect since he'd be comfortable in all that black. For her, she'd ordered the slutty version of a Seniorita costume. It was a red off the shoulder corset dress with a ruffled skirt that split up one leg. The split showed her thigh high stockings and garter belt as it parted nearly to her crotch. She hadn't wanted to wear the shoes that went with the outfit and opted for her four-inch spiked boots that stopped short of her knees.

This afternoon, Mary Lou had helped her with her hair. They'd styled it so that it was in a side twist, and her curls spiraling over one shoulder and tied loosely with a red ribbon. She'd gone heavy on the make-up emphasizing her eyes with fake eyelashes. After applying her fire-engine red lipstick, she'd decided to wait until Ranger was getting dressed to do so herself. If he saw her in the outfit before he was dressed, they'd never make it out of the house.

A lot of changes had occurred in the last several months. For some strange reason, Stephanie's mother had stopped nagging. Once, her mom had started to nag her about something, then all of a sudden stopped and had quickly changed the subject. Stephanie could've sworn she saw her dad give her mom a silencing look, but couldn't be sure since she'd never seen that particular look on her dad's face. Stephanie thought both of their behaviors were very foreign to her parents, but honestly was pleased with the change in their demeanors.

Stephanie and Ranger had moved into their house. Tank proposed to Lula for real this time. Lula decided they were just going to run off to get married like Ranger and Stephanie. Valerie finally had her fourth child, another girl. She named the newest edition to the Kloughn family, Corrina.

Stephanie heard the door open and waited for him to find her. Ranger didn't call out to her; he knew where she'd be when he came home. The sunroom with its bay windows was her favorite place in the house. It was painted in warm yellow and the furniture was white rattan with plush cushions and lots of comfy pillows.

Ranger found her sitting on her favorite perch, the wide window seat; their eyes met and the immediate current sparked as always. "Ahí está mi hermosa esposa." He watched with appreciation as she rose and walked towards him, her hips swaying under the silk robe.

Translation: There's my beautiful wife.

"¿Tuviste un buen día, el marido?" She wrapped her hands around his neck and rubbed her cheek against his. She didn't want to get lipstick all over him, so satisfied herself with just the feel of him against her skin.

Translation: Did you have a good day, husband?

He inhaled deeply of her scent. "Sí. Tu pelo se ve precioso. ¿Por qué no estás vestido?"

Translation: Yes. Your hair looks lovely. Why aren't you dressed?

She laughed as his Spanish got faster. "Okay, enough with the Spanish lessons, it's taxing my brain trying to keep up. Thank-you about the hair and I'm waiting for you to get dressed. I wanted to surprise you. Now go get ready before we both get distracted and miss the party."

He kissed her on the forehead and went towards the bedroom to get dressed. He was definitely glad she'd gotten the Zorro costume. He'd nearly had second thoughts about going when she'd said that it was a costume party. The real panic set in when she said she'd take care of the costumes. He discovered that his concerns were unfounded. Leave it to Stephanie to find something he'd be comfortable in. He had to admit, it was a great costume.

When he was dressed and ready, he went to find her. He didn't have to look long. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. Dear God, she was going to be the death of him.

She smiled smugly as his eyes raked over her from head to toe. "See something you like, Ranger?"

"Puedo ver que voy a tener que matar a alguien antes de las noches más. Pon tu trasero dulce en el coche antes de que me inclino sobre la mesa y olvidarse de la fiesta." He pointed towards the garage in case some of what he said got lost in translation.

Translation: I can see that I'm going to have to kill somebody before the nights over. Get your sweet ass in the car before I bend you over that table and forget all about the party.

She giggled as she raced towards the car with him following close behind her.

The party was in full bloom. Ranger and Stephanie had spent most of their time on the dance floor. It was nice to get dressed up and step into another role for a night.

Ranger motioned towards the bar and they left the dance floor in search of something to quench their thirst. When they were almost to the bar, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Shit. I told them not to bother me unless it was really important." He gave her an apologetic look as he took out his phone to look at the text as Stephanie read over his shoulder.

"Oh, hell, no. We're not working tonight." He saw her pout and knew he was going to have to persuade her.

"Babe, the skips here and so are we. All you have to do is sashay that fine ass of yours over there, crook your finger and he'll follow you like a horny teenager with his first boner. Besides, it's a high bond. Your share will be 25K. Didn't I hear somebody say the other day that she wanted to increase her stock portfolio?" Ranger knew he had her hooked with the promise of extra money.

"Fine. But you're going to owe me for having to work on Halloween."

The words were no sooner out her mouth when his cell phone vibrated in his hand again. They both stood shocked, with their mouths hanging open, as they read the second message.

Change of plans. Just got new intel. Skip's gay. Hector's not available. You'll have to improvise.

She couldn't help herself. Stephanie doubled over in a fit of laughter. When she recovered, she saw the firm set of his jaw and knew she'd have to persuade him. "Ranger, the skips here and so are we. All you have to do is sashay that fine ass of yours over there, crook your finger and he'll follow you like a puppy. Besides, didn't I hear somebody say the other day something about a new toy? It seems like I remember a new Harley." She waggled her eyebrows at him, grinning with the irony of the situation.

He could see she was thoroughly enjoying herself. "Fine. But you're going to owe me. I'm going to need help washing this image out of my brain. And my fee is you, in nothing but those damn boots."

She got a little damp from that image herself. She put a hand to her breast in an effort to steady herself. "Okay, okay. I'll even set it up for you."

Stephanie pushed him away from her and stomped towards the bar. She bellied up beside the Elvis impersonator, waving her hand, signaling the bar tender. "Vodka on the rocks, heavy on the vodka."

The skip gave her a sweet smile. Yep, she thought, this one was in the bag.

"You got man troubles, too?" The skip gave her a sympathetic look.

She gave the skip a scowl, picked up her drink and downed it in one gulp. She knew she'd be sorry about that later, but it went with the disgruntled appearance she was going for. She hooked a finger towards the dance floor, where Ranger was bumping and grinding by himself and almost choked on her words.

"Yeah, they're either married or gay. Stupid blind dates. You'd think the guy would bother telling my friend that he's gay. Seems he's still in the closet and shy about coming out." She watched as the Elvis impersonators eyes almost bug out of his head as he took in her husband.

She gave him a sideways look, raising both eyebrows. "You interested? I could probably hook you up." The guys head bobbed up and down. Perfect, she signaled Ranger and he walked over to join them. Yep, hook line and sinker.

Both were silent on the way home. The image of the skips hand on Ranger's ass as they walked out of the bar was still too fresh in both their minds. Finally, Ranger broke the silence when they pulled into their garage.

"Babe, if you're not naked in the next two minutes, I won't be responsible for the destruction of that dress." His voice was low and rife with sexual tension.

She laughed and took off at land speed, shucking clothes as she went. He sprinted after her, gathering the discarded clothes she left in her wake. Breathless, she stood at the foot of the stairs, in nothing but her boots.

Ranger tossed the clothes on a nearby chair, raking his eyes down her body and then back up. His voice was low, dangerous, "Take your hair down."

They'd played this game before and she felt herself go damp with anticipation. Ever so slowly, she pulled the ribbon loose and then the bobby pins, laying them on the banister post. She ran her hands through her hair, dislodging the hairspray and tousling her curls into wild disarray.

"Touch yourself for me, carino. Show me where you want my hands." His erection was almost painful as he watched her caress her breasts. She brought the rosy peeks to hard nubs. When her hands moved to between her legs, he started removing his clothes as he walked towards her. He kept the mask in his hands as he discarded the last of his clothes.

When he was only a breath away, he skimmed his up her sides, feeling her skin quiver with need. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her as he felt her knees buckle. He smiled, thinking her inability to stand was perfect for what he had planned. He eased her down onto the steps.

She gasped out loud when he pulled both her arms upward and secured them with his mask. The desire overruled the slight fear she had of having no control. She whimpered when he pulled away.

He sat back to admire the sight before him. The black leather boots hugged her calves and her breath was ragged, causing her breasts to heave up and down. He could see her sex glistening with her arousal and licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her sweet juices. With her arms tied above her head, the picture she made was more erotic than any Playboy centerfold he'd ever seen.

When his lips descended on her sex, she arched her back and moaned out loud. As his tongue circled her clit, she tried to bring her arms down and run her fingers through his hair, but was gently pushed away. He looked up into her eyes, silently commanding her to stay as he'd positioned her. She watched as took her aching nub between his teeth and sucked hard, bringing forth a steady flow of cum.

He loved how she responded to his ardent touch. Her sweet moans and gasp increased his own arousal as he gave her pleasure. He used his tongue to bring her to completion before poising above her, nudging her entrance. He smiled as she braced her heels on the last step of the stairs, preparing for his invasion of her hot center. He gripped her wrists with both his hands and thrust inside her fast and hard.

Stephanie cried out as he stroked her; his cock moving in by long inches. His stream of Spanish was barely coherent as he whispered in her ear.

When he felt her near the edge, he bent and drew one hard pebble into his mouth. She bucked and screamed his name, signaling her climax, giving him permission for his own release.

She sighed lazily as he withdrew from her soaked pussy. Stephanie propped an elbow on the tread of the stairs and teased, "If that's your reaction, we'll have to go after gay skips more often."

He threw an arm over his eyes, "You just had to bring that image back to my mind, didn't you?"

She barely contained the laughter, "Oh, yeah. I did."

He turned to give her his best glare, "And why, may I ask?"

She straddled him, outstretching her hands in front of her, silently asking him to remove the mask that held her wrists together. When he'd untied her, she answered, "So I won't be the only one with rug burn in the morning." She slid down onto his already hard member and moved to a beat that only they knew.