*** Standard disclaimer – no ownership, no fee. I felt bad for leaving you hanging with the massage, so I thought I would give you a double dose of SMUT, well maybe it'll be a triple dose. You've been warned, it's going to get hot. Thanks to my beta for her friendship and help!!!
The contents of the bag were no longer a mystery. Ranger had actually gone in a store and bought massage oil……for the sole purpose of pampering her. Images of his hands massaging her naked body flooded her brain, sending heat directly south. Oh boy.
Chapter 10
"Hot and Steamy"
She awoke feeling boneless, smiling like a Cheshire cat at the liquid feel of her body. She couldn't help replaying the events of last night through her mind.
Slowly, erotically he helped her undress. He guided her to the bed and lay her down on the plush towel. In the glow of the candlelight, she watched as he stripped to his boxers. His chest muscles flexed with the motion of pulling off his shirt. She moaned at the beautiful sight of his sculpted form. He moved to the end of the bed and she heard the snap of the oil bottle being opened.
The warm oil oozed over her thighs, calves and feet. He gently took her foot and began to work the oil into the soles of her foot. The other foot received the same treatment before he moved to her calves. His movements were torturously slow and deliberate. She groaned when his hands made their way to her tender thighs. He paid special attention to her inner thighs, his thumbs sliding perilously close to the promise land.
Strong hands kneaded her ass and then lower back. She moaned out loud as he drizzled more oil on her back and shoulders, continuing a path upward massaging her shoulders and arms.
When his hands stilled, she thought he had finished with her. He took a towel and wiped the excess oil from her body and then leaned down close to her ear. His voice soft as butter, he said, "Babe, just relax, this is all about you."
She laid spread eagle, face down on the towel as he stretched out beside her. He ghosted his hand over the round cheeks of her ass and then drew patterns on her thigh with his fingertip.
When he slid a single long finger inside her, she sighed at the heavenly feel of his slow and lazy rhythm. Never increasing his speed, he slid in and out with even steady strokes. The building orgasm slid over her just as slowly and delicately as his touch.
In a pleasure induced fog, she heard his movements and felt him place a blanket over their bodies. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Sleep, Babe. I love you."
She reached back to drape her around his neck and play with his silky hair. In a sleepy voice, she said, "I love you, too", just before drifting off to sleep.
Coming out of her daydreams, she realized that Ranger had managed to position himself over her in the same way as he had the morning before. With a smirk, she decided to wake him a little differently this morning. She slid her hand down between their bodies, curling her hand around his shaft, pumping up and down. She grinned widely at his sharp intake of breath.
With a voice fresh from sleep, he said against her neck, "Somebody's feeling playful this morning." As she continued to stroke him, his hand found her wet and ready.
In a teasing voice, she replied, "Ranger, I think I need some training, you know,…to get over my soreness issues." She laughed at his groan.
Rising up on one elbow, he looked down into her eyes. "Amante, you're making it difficult for me to be gentle with you." His hand continued his soft exploration of her folds.
She pressed soft wet kisses up his jaw to his ear, making sure she had his attention, "Love me, Ranger, without restraint."
Her words broke through his hesitation and he devoured her lips, plunging two of his fingers into her tightness. She bucked wildly at his assault on her senses. He was everywhere at once, letting loose his hands and mouth on her body. When he had her loose and limber, he poised himself above her trying to harness the beast.
Her hand gripped tightly on his arms and she shook her head vehemently. "No, don't hold back. I want you inside, hard and fast."
He nudged her open, pressed a soft kiss on her lips, and said with determination in his voice, "I won't hurt you again, querida." He eased in just the tip of his cock, still holding her gaze. "There'll be enough time for hard and fast," his voice strained as he battled to hold himself in check, "after your body has had time to adjust."
She moaned out loud as he sheathed fully inside her snug fit. She flexed her hips against him, signaling she was ready.
He pulled out and pushed back in slowly, while kissing her neck and shoulders. Every time he pulled back, she whimpered.
When he was embedded deep inside, he leaned down to suckle at her breast, bringing a fresh gush of wetness between them. The urge to slam home was clawing through his body. A few more strokes and they both lost all control.
Somewhere in the recesses of his brain he heard her panting, "Just do it, Ranger, take me home." Talons of lust scraped through his brain and he gave in to her demand, slamming inside her over and over until the dam broke and they both shook with the release.
He rolled and pulled her on top of him as both their bodies quivered. Her head was buried in his neck and her sweat drenched curls lay loosely on his shoulder. When the orgasm released him and his brain cleared, he asked, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She stretched languidly, her voice a purr when she answered, "No, that was……intense." She felt his smile against her forehead.
"I'm thinking even the word intense is too mild for what we just shared." He smirked at her limp body molded to his. He ran a hand down the curve of her back. "Go back to sleep, Babe, it's still early. We'll train when you've rested." He thought he heard her mumble something about 'those damn stairs' before her breathing evened out and exhaustion took her.
He watched her swim in the lake from the balcony and reflected on the last several days. They had awoken each day before dawn to unbridled passion. He was pleased that she seemed to have adjusted to him and no longer suffered from soreness. With a smug smile he thought well at least not 'extreme' discomfort.
When they sated their craving, they would exercise and train. After their workout, they would shower together with one or both of them stumbling out with weak knees. Ranger fixed breakfast and lunch, while Stephanie straightened and started laundry. It was very domestic.
He couldn't be more thrilled with the progress that she was making with her defensive training. She had even taken it upon herself to add to her exercise regime by swimming before dinner every evening. The afternoons were spent researching Woodrow and Sullivan.
Then at night, between the sheets, they would whisper words of love and passion as they completed each other's desires. Ranger had never been happier in his entire life.
She pulled up onto the dock and he had to adjust himself from the tightness in his pants. Damn was all he could think. She had always had an amazing body, but damn. After only five days of training with him, he could see the effects. Lust filled him at the sight of her in her turquoise bikini that barely skimmed the contour of her small pert breasts.
She started for her towel to dry off when the sky opened up and let loose a steady flow of rain. Grabbing her towel, she squealed and raced up the stairs to where Ranger sat on the lounge entranced by her beauty.
When she saw him sitting there shirtless in the rain, she changed her intention of getting into the cabin. Instead, she kneeled on the lounger and then slithered up his rain slicked body. She asked in her best sex kitten voice, "Ever made love in the rain?"
With one smooth move, he reclined the lounger and flipped them so that she was pinned under him. With dark eyes and molten voice, he answered, "No, but I'm about to." With that they lost all sense of time and place. As the soft rain cascaded over their bodies, nothing existed but each other.
It had rained off and on for the last two days, spoiling Ranger's plans. Today though the sun beamed through the curtains and he smiled thinking about the surprise he had in store for Stephanie. Trying not to wake her, he eased out of the bed to make the arrangements.
She came awake with a frown. She wasn't being held in a death grip and Ranger wasn't anywhere to be seen. Just as she was about to get up, he came through the door with a tray. Completely flabbergasted, she pushed up in the bed, propping a pillow behind her. "What's this? Did I forget my own birthday?"
He grinned widely, replying, "No special reason, except the sun is shining and you are my beautiful amante."
Such flowery words from Ranger had her head spinning. She gratefully took the coffee he extended to her and drank deeply, hoping to clear her brain. They ate fresh strawberries and bagels slathered in cream cheese and lox. It was simply the most romantic experience of her life.
He lifted the tray and went towards the door, telling her his plans, "Get dressed; we're taking the day off. I laid out your clothes, don't bother showering." He knew he left her with her mouth hanging open, but he wanted her to be surprised. He checked their bag one last time before going back to the bedroom.
She was dressed in daisy duke cut off shorts that hung low on her hips and a pink tank top that barely touched the top of her shorts. His eyes crinkled at Ella's choice of clothes for Stephanie. On the chest of the tank top, the word 'Babe' was spelled out in sparkles.
She huffed as she tried to tug down the top. "Ella and I are going to have a serious conversation about my size when we get back home."
He noticed how easily she had said 'home' and felt a thrill shoot through him at her words. He placed his hands on her bare stomach and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Babe, they look fine from where I'm standing."
She could feel the wolf grin on her forehead, as his thumbs stroked back and forth on her stomach. She rolled her eyes, and replied tartly, "Yeah, but you're not the one hanging out everywhere, looking like bimbo Barbie." Now she could really feel his chest shaking. She smacked him lightly on the arm, before asking, "Where are we going?"
"We're going to play with that beautiful machine tied to the dock. I've already loaded the boat with everything that we'll need. So all you need to do is put on your shoes and we'll go."
She smiled as thoughts of their day at the waterfall filtered through her brain. She hoped they would go back today.
In the boat, Stephanie noticed a pair of skis lying in the floorboard and started bouncing with excitement. Throwing herself in his lap, she peppered him with small kisses over his face. "Thank you, thank you. I always wanted to try skiing."
He kept her in his lap as he drove out of the cove, a wide smile never leaving his face. Her delight at his plans made him feel ten feet tall.
She couldn't believe that she had actually water skied, well she attempted to ski. Stretched out on the front bench, she laughed to herself at the sight she must have made. She probably looked like a newborn pony, with her legs going in every direction. Ranger on the other hand, had gotten up on his first try. She was so absorbed in her musings that she hadn't noticed their direction, until she felt the sun dim through the tree branches overhead.
Sitting up, her heart did a double flip at seeing their cove. The small nook was the perfect paradise for a lover's interlude. She walked over to where Ranger was adjusting the speed, leaned down to whisper thanks, before kissing him deeply. They became so absorbed in each other that they didn't notice they had bumped onto shore until Stephanie landed with a thud in Ranger's lap.
Her arms draped around his neck, she pulled back and tried unsuccessfully to quirk an eyebrow at him, "Need to be more aware of your surroundings, Babe."
He threw back his head and laughed at her sarcasm, before kissing her soundly one more time. "You never disappoint, Babe."
On the shore, Ranger spread out a blanket while Stephanie unpacked the lunch that he had prepared for them. As they ate, they talked of 'the plan'. It had been Stephanie's idea to lure Sullivan to them. They hadn't made any headway on tracking him and decided that drawing him to the cabin would be the easiest way to trap him. "Babe, are you sure you're okay with this plan?"
"Yeah, if we go back to Trenton, then he could use my family as leverage to get to me and then you. This is the best way." She was nervous about the plan because it had been her idea. However, Ranger and the Merry Men had agreed it was a good idea.
He tugged on a curl, drawing her out of her contemplation. "Babe, it's going to be okay. I'll never let any harm come to you."
She smiled knowing that today had been more about distracting her than having fun and playing. He was always thinking of ways to make her happy. She saw him eyeing something above her and looked to see what held his interest. She saw the rope and got a gleam in her eye, telling him, "Oh, let's"
He laughed as she sprinted to the water and he followed suit, diving beside her. They swam until they found the well worn path up the side of the waterfall and climbed to the top. Once there, they had a brief light hearted argument over who would go first, finally determining that Ranger should go first to test the strength of the rope.
Stephanie held her breath as she watched him swing out, then let go and sluice through the water. Waiting for his head to reappear, she grabbed the returning rope. Part fear and excitement gripped her as she clenched the rope and jumped. As the air pulled through her hair, her only thought was, finally, 'I'm flying'. Letting go of the rope, she knew that Ranger would be waiting to catch her.
They swung from the rope separately and then together several more times. After swimming for a while, Ranger swam back to the shore while she continued to play in the water. As she came up from turning summersaults underwater, she saw him sitting on a flat rock by the waterfall. He beckoned her to join him.
He helped her up on the smooth boulder and she noticed a mesh bag lying beside him. Seeing the soap and shampoo, she pointed to the bag and asked, "What's in the bag?" She waggled her eyebrows at him, remembering last night's surprise.
He laughed at her mischievous expression then leaned in to brush his lips across hers. When he pulled back, his eyes were no longer dancing with laughter. Instead, his coal black eyes were dilated with barely harnessed lust. In a husky voice, he said, "I've had this reoccurring fantasy since we were here the last time." He kissed her again deeply this time, only pulling back enough to whisper across her lips, "Take a shower with me, Querida?"
………TBC – I know it's evil to leave you hanging there, but Chapter 11 is coming soon.