****Special thanks to my friend and beta, Angie. Little SMUT warning!!! Standard Disclaimer applies.

"Babe." If she moaned one more time, he thought he would lose control. The combination of the sweet sounds she made and her lush body encompassed in next to nothing was driving him insane. He pulled her back, so that they lay stretched out. He continued to stroke through her hair with his fingers until he felt her breathing level out. Since she was asleep, he decided to rest his eyes and enjoy the feel of his woman in his arms.

Chapter 8

"La Madre santa de Dios"

Propped on her elbow, she trailed her fingers down the bulge of his biceps, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. It wasn't often that she got to observe him sleep and she was enjoying the opportunity. Sliding her hand under his shirt, she couldn't resist the temptation of his sculpted body. She felt his skin twitch as she toyed with the ridges of his abs.

Gruffly he said, "I won't be responsible for my actions, if you don't stop." He chuckled when she jerked her hand back. He gently replaced her hand on his bare skin, enjoying the simple pleasure.

She smiled down at him, "I thought you were asleep."

He closed his eyes and smirked, "Nope, I woke up the first time I heard the beast roar." He didn't flinch when she smacked him on the arm. Giving her a light squeeze, he continued teasing her, "Maybe we ought to think about feeding that thing."

Giving him a quick kiss, she pulled away and started packing up. Ranger folded the blanket and helped her load their stuff, before getting into the boat.

"Ranger, will you get behind the wheel and put it in reverse. I don't think I have enough strength to shove off." She saw his look of pleasure at getting to try out their little toy.

She tossed her shoes in the boat and pushed as he eased back with the throttle. When the boat pulled loose from the sand, she jumped in and scramble onto the deck. When he started to get up, she just shook her head. "You drive, I'm going to lay out and get some sun on my back. Just keep it between those white thingy's."

He smiled brightly at her term for the buoys and asked, "Where to?"

"Take a right and drive till you see a fork, take the left side. Then about a mile down on the left there will be a cove that leads to a restaurant that allows docking." She laughed out loud at his puzzled look. "The guy, who brought the boat to us, gave me directions."

He smiled at her foresight, but then had a disconcerting thought. "Babe, I'm not eating anything fried. I know how they cook in the South." His stubborn look made her giggle and roll her eyes.

"Ranger, I made sure that they served something other than fried catfish and hushpuppies. I told the guy that dropped off the boat that my boy……ummm……that you wouldn't dare pollute the temple with anything cooked in grease." She finished with a slight flush at almost saying out loud that he was her boyfriend. Sure, they'd settled between them, but she wasn't' sure of all the details quite yet.

At her hesitation, he made a quick decision to alleviate any lingering doubt she had. Swiftly he grasped her hips and pulled her onto his lap; she landed with a thud and an oomph. Wrapping his hand around the back her neck, he pulled her in for a hard kiss. "Babe, I'm not into labels, but know this, I'm yours, you're mine and I don't share."

She leaned back, placing her hands on each side of his face, "Good to know, 'cause I'm feeling a little possessive myself." She kissed him soundly and sauntered toward the front of the boat.

He watched her stretch out on the bench and smiled brightly at the view she was affordig him. Pulling into the waterway, he gave himself over to the powerful feeling of the speedboat. The sight of her pert little ass bouncing with the motion of the waves made it a hard for him to concentrate and he had to adjust his pants every few minutes to ease his discomfort.

She shrieked when he hit a wave just right, sending the cool spray across her back. "You'll pay for that!"

He laughed, teasing back at her, "I'm already paying, Babe."

She turned to see where his eyes lingered and blushed, but refused to give him the satisfaction of turning in the other direction. Besides, she figured if she turned in the other direction, she'd be giving him even more of a show with her cleavage. She pillowed her head on her crossed arms and enjoyed the sun warming her backside.

While Ranger drove, Stephanie analyzed what he'd said. She wondered exactly what he meant when he said she was 'his' and he was 'hers'. He had told her once that he considered her his 'property' and his words had offended her a bit. However, it had been hard at the time to argue with his logic. She knew that Ranger was possessive and if truth be told, she was too. So, being labeled as 'his' gave her the warm fuzzies in a weird sort of way.

She felt the boat slow and opened her eyes to see the 'No Wake' sign. Realizing that they'd arrived; she got up and started pulling on her shorts and tank top. She slid into her sandals just in time to help guide the boat softly against the wood slats of the dock. The young man who had brought the boat to their cabin helped to tie off the boat as Ranger shut down the engine.

Remembering her, he smiled brightly, extending his hand to assist Stephanie from the boat. The death glare that Ranger shot the boy had him jerking his hand back in an instant. Smoothly, Ranger pulled Stephanie against him, guiding her toward the entrance.

Stephanie shot him a look, "If I wasn't standing on your injured side, I'd elbow you. You scared that poor boy to death. He was just being polite. Haven't you ever heard of Southern Hospitality?"

He smiled sheepishly, but shrugged, "Sorry, Babe. It's just that I've waited so long to claim you as mine, that it's hard to see anybody else touch you."

Well, if that didn't warm the heart, she didn't know what would. She rewarded him with a quick peck on the cheek.

The Historic Botel was actually a houseboat that had been beached and renovated into a restaurant. Across the archway a plaque displayed their motto. "The Tennessee River – Where the river flows down and, the peace flows up."

The walls were decorated with pictures of 'the big catch'. Each picture showcased men, women and sometimes children holding up their prized catch of various sized catfish. As the pictures progressed across the walls, they illustrated the changing times by the clothing styles.

Ranger drew her attention to a support post while they waited for the hostess. Marked in black above heavy lines was a historical record of the flooding that had occurred in the Tennessee Valley. Many of the tide markers were above Stephanie's head. It was amazing that the building had withstood the ravages caused by the tide.

Stephanie was relieved to see that the menu really did have food that wasn't fried. Ranger ordered broiled catfish and a salad; while Stephanie chose the all you can eat catfish, with fries and hushpuppies. She thought she saw him shiver in revulsion, but chose to ignore it.

After dinner, they went back to the boat and Stephanie drove them along the waterway. Ranger noticed that the sleepy town was turning in for the night. He could see on various beaches burning bonfires and heard laughter echo over the water. He was reluctant to end what had been a great day. He thought that Stephanie must be feeling the same, because she just kept driving.

She didn't want the day to end. Actually, the last couple of days had been pretty much perfect. She also knew that returning to the cabin meant sliding between the sheets with Ranger. The same sexual tension had already started to build and she knew that she was in for another long night.

Pulling into their cove, she let out a deep sigh. Just looking at him, catching his intense stare, had her in quite a state.

"Deep thoughts, Babe?" He could feel the sexual tension vibrating from her. She would deny it, of course. He knew that she'd never been comfortable with her over-active libido.

"Nope. I was just thinking that we didn't check in this morning. I need to call and talk to Bobby about your stitches." He wanted to laugh at her denial, but contained himself.

"Babe." Of course he knew what she was thinking, he always knew. Well, denial was her friend. She chose to ignore him as she docked the boat and headed for the dreaded stairs. She watched Ranger tread slowly up the stairs and felt a little rewarded that he wasn't bounding up them.

Picking up the phone to call Bobby, she turned to Ranger and asked, "Do you want to talk to Tank?" At his nod, she made the call. She was relieved when Bobby told her that Ranger's stitches could be removed in the morning if there wasn't any redness or swelling. She tossed Ranger the phone and went to take a quick shower to rinse the lake water out of her hair.

She towel dried her hair and finger combed her curls before going back to the bedroom to get dressed. She could hear the low rumble of Ranger's voice in the living room. Thinking about their playful day, she rummaged in the dresser looking for something comfortable to put on. Her hands struck on a pair of booty shorts and with an evil smile she dug for the matching tank.

She had bought them on sale after Halloween and had only worn them one time. She remembered the day that she'd wore them only because she'd gotten covered in chocolate sauce chasing a skip. Since she had been working for Ranger at the time, she'd gone to his apartment to get cleaned up. She figured Ella had washed and packed them for her.

With the wicked smile still on her face, she put them on thinking they would be the perfect payback for Ranger's antics from earlier in the boat. Both pieces of the outfit were made of black, washed cotton that was so light that it whispered over her skin. Her nipples jutted through the tank top just below the logo from the latest Batman movie. On the left cheek of the booty shorts was a small bat symbol cutout that was edged in hot pink thread. The cutout exposed just a hint of pale white skin.

When she breezed through to the kitchen, she caught Ranger's eye and smiled innocently. She stuck her head in the fridge to rummage around and nearly doubled with laughter when she heard him drop the phone and exclaim in Spanish "Holy Mother of God." She heard a few curses and what sounded like a mumbled, 'death of me,' before he bent to retrieve the phone from the floor. She heard his clipped reply to Tank, 'Nothing'.

She didn't see anything she really wanted in the refrigerator and turned to go sit with him in the living room. Coming out of the kitchen, she screeched to a halt. The laughter faded from her eyes at the predatory look on Ranger's face as he stalked toward her. Never touching her, he walked her back until her thights hit the kitchen table. His eyes roamed every inch of her body making her hot and moist between her legs. She had a fleeting thought that maybe pulling the tiger's tail wasn't such a good idea. Or maybe it was.

Desire clawed through his body and his brain fogged over with singular mantra chanting over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine. The swell of her breast heaved under the soft black cotton. Pressing her against the table, he traced the logo on her shorts with his fingertip. His eyes never leaving hers, he pushed her roughly on the table removing the orgasmic garment in one swift jerk.

She was splayed before him on the table like a buffet. With hands spread wide, he glided them upward exposing her breasts. Finding her nipples hard and ready, he made a guttural noise in his throat, grasping both peaks and tugging on them gently. Bending to her bare stomach, he traced the rim of her belly button with a pointed tongue.

Inhaling her scent, a greedy smile came over his face. He hooked a chair with his foot and slid it under him in preparation for his feast.

The blood pounded through his veins provoking him to insanity. At the first taste of her sweetness, the beast roared to life with a wildness that shocked them both. He sucked, licked and grazed on the banquet before him. Rolling his eyes upward, he watched as he brought her over again and again. Triumphantly, he sucked the steady flow as her head whipsawed back and forth.

She screamed his name and clawed at his forearms as she came violently. After what seemed like hours, she drifted back toward saneness as she lazily threaded her fingers through his hair.

Rubbing his face on her thighs and belly, he murmured almost incoherently against her skin. As he wallowed his face against her, she caught snatches of his words……'Need you', 'So, fucking sweet', 'inside……home'. She felt felt him stand up, heard the whisper of his pants falling to the floor, then felt heaviness of his erection lying hard and ready against her thigh.

Coal, -black eyes rose to pierce her as he rested the fat head of his cock at her entrance. She nearly scrambled back at the sheer size that nudged at her. Swallowing hard, she choked out, "It's ……been awhile."

"¡Dios mío, me voy a sentir cum sólo el de ustedes." She was tight as he started inching inside her. When he met her resistance of his size, he tried to relax her by massaging her hips and inner thighs. "Don't tense up Babe. Please, I need to be inside you."

Slipping into Spanish, she heard him plead, "Necesito sentir que su apretado coño envuelto alrededor de mi polla." Something broke free inside her at his erotic words, she abandoned her fear allowed him entrance.

He felt her let go and he pushed all the way inside her heat. He stilled to allow her time to adjust. He pulled one silky leg over his shoulder, trailing open mouthed kisses across her calf, before setting a slow pace. Somewhere in the recesses of his brain, he knew that he had to be cautious of his injury.

She could feel every ridge as he pulled out in one long, delirious motion; then pushed back in again steadily. When his thumb found her clit, she whimpered at the fresh flow of release.

"Look at me, Babe. I want to see your eyes when you come." His voice was low and demanding.

Prying her eyes open, she locked her focus on his handsome face. With deliberate purpose, he took them over the edge with one final flex of his hips. Simultaneously, they both breathed the fervent words from their souls. Both knowing that saying, 'I love you', had never been easier or felt so right.

Translations: Title: Holy Mother of God

Dear God, I'm going to cum from just the feel of you.

I need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my dick.