****Well, if you didn't get enough SMUT in the last chapter……here's some more!!! Don't own them and not making any money, just doing it for my own personal pleasure. Angie you are the B-O-M-B.

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?"

Chapter 11

"Waterfall Magic"

Helping her up, he led her under the cold spray. He brushed her hair back and kissed her, running his tongue along the seam of her lips.

She drank deeply of him as he pulled on first the strap of her top and then the ties at her hips. In a blink she was completely naked with goosebumps covering her from not just the cold spray. In anticipation, she licked her lips, pulling a groan from him as his mouth crashed onto hers.

She worked frantically to untie his trunks, desperate for the feel of skin against skin. His hands cupped her breasts and he stroked the pads of is thumbs across her rock hard nipples. Panting, she said, "I can't get enough of you."

Her words inflamed him and he backed her up against the wall of rock kissing her fiercely. "My body burns for yours," his voice husky as he lifted one leg, hooking it around his waist. He found her center and ruthlessly plunged deep with first two then three long fingers. He worked her into frenzy, thrusting in and out.

When she came, it was hard and fast, engulfing her in tremors. It wasn't enough. She wanted more and told him on a low, deep moan, "Please, Ranger, more, more." She saw in his eyes that he was as lost as she as he worshiped her body.

He trailed down her body with his tongue, lapping the fresh water cascading down her. Kneeling in front on her, he shifted her leg over his shoulder and parted her.

She threw her head back against the rocks and cried out when his tongue flicked her throbbing nub. When his tongue dove deep inside, she fisted her hands in his drenched hair, pulling him deeper. As he fucked her with his tongue, she sobbed his name over and over until her release overwhelmed her.

When he felt her tremors, he took her clit in his mouth and sucked the sweet nectar from her. I wasn't enough. His hunger for her wasn't satisfied; he needed to drink from her again. He reached up with one hand to torture a peaked nipple, while slipping two fingers inside her drenched center. It only took a few forceful taps from his curved fingers for nourishment to flow freely into his eager mouth.

She pulled on his hair trying to convey her need to be filled with his huge cock. When he stood and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms twisted around his neck. The feral gleam in his eyes had her demanding, "Fuck me, Ranger, fuck me!"

He growled low in his throat as he supported her under her ass and slammed into her.

Her back raked against the ragged edges of the rocks as he fucked her with wild abandonment. Nothing existed but their carnal desire to mate as he pounded into her again and again. Her head exploded with the orgasm; it was too much and not enough at the same time. And yet, he wasn't finished. He continued to pummel into her with a ferocity that she'd only imagined existed. The ultimate orgasm built, clawing through her battered body. She could feel it swamping her as gray began to crowd her brain.

She struggled to consciousness hearing his plea, "Come back to me, quierda?" She blinked open her eyes and reassured him, "I'm alright. Just give me a minute." She shook her head, groaning out loud, "Doomsday orgasm," then rested her forehead on his.

He slid her legs down, braced her against the wall and scooped up the mesh bag. As he held her around the waist, he washed her hair and efficiently applied conditioner. He washed her body just as quickly before lifting her bridal style and carrying her across the boulders back to the shore.

Exhaustion was quickly spreading through her as he wrapped her in a beach towel and dried her hair with another. Scooping her up again, he gently laid her down on the blanket. He wrapped a towel around his waist, stretched out beside her and pulled her tight. Murmuring words of love to her in his native tongue, he lulled her to sleep.

When she awoke, he was caressing her shoulders and arms. She saw immediately the concern in his eyes. She placed a hand on his face and a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling back he pierced her with a serious look. "You hold my soul in your hands."

She could hear the plea in his voice. She knew he was asking her to hold it carefully. With equal emotion, she said, "As you hold mine." No words were necessary as they came together again, making slow sweet love under the shade of the trees.

The sun was hanging low in the sky as they loaded the boat and set off for the cabin. Both knew that they were leaving behind the solitude that they had enjoyed for the past week and a half.

He squeezed her hand and asked, "Ready for company?"

She nodded and laughed lightly, "Ready as I'll ever be. I don't think you can ever be completely prepared for an invasion of Merry Men."

Ranger floored the throttle, pinning her to the seat. As they rode the choppy waves, she wondered briefly how they would handle their new found relationship in the eyes of the world. However, she knew they had come too far to let others infringe on what they now shared.

Lights were blazing in the small cabin as they pulled to the dock. Excitement bubbled in her at the festive atmosphere that emitted through the walls. Hand in hand they sprinted up the stairs both wearing broad smiles at seeing their friends. Before entering, Ranger acknowledged that she wasn't even winded and she rolled her eyes at him.

To blaring music, beer cans lying everywhere and pizza boxes sitting on the table, Ranger led her in with an arm around her waist. He was clearly declaring ownership, not that she minded.

Lester turned and grinned widely, roaring the accusation, "Bout fucking time."

They lined up for their turn at greeting them. Tank shook Rangers hand and gave him curt, "Sir." Then he embraced her warmly, telling her in a low voice, "Thanks for taking care of my friend."

Hector spoke a few words in Spanish to Ranger before hugging her and saying, "Hola hermosa señora" then making the sign of a gun, "bang bang". She laughed and shook her head at the memory of her shooting her alarm system.

Lester scooped her up and swung her away from Ranger kissing her soundly on the mouth. He dodged Ranger's swipe at him and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "I told you he trusted you with his life, now it seems he trusts you with his heart. Take good care of it."

When he pulled back, he could see the fierce emotion in her eyes as she told him, "The feeling's mutual." Satisfied, he returned her to Ranger's embrace.

Bobby didn't waste time with pleasantries. He pulled up Ranger's shirt and inspected his handiwork and Stephanie's nursing abilities. Satisfied he reached over to hug Stephanie. He was the only one to notice her tense at the pressure of his hands on her back.

Bobby immediately turned her and lifted her shirt before she could voice her protests. She knew there were scratches and probably bruises blooming from the ragged rocks.

Stephanie felt an explosion coming as Ranger looked upon the source of Bobby's exploration; she quickly grabbed Ranger's shirt and pulled him in front of her, shaking her head vehemently.

"You'll not take blame for this and I won't let you regret a minute of it," she hissed under her breath. She'd never been so forceful with him and she could see the war raging behind his beautiful eyes.

When Ranger saw the turbulent expression on her face, he backed down from his anger he targeted at himself. He knew she was right, he couldn't regret a minute of what they'd shared at the waterfall. With his hands buried in her curls, he tipped her head up and pressed soft kisses over her face, eyes and lips while Bobby applied ointment to her scratches. The other Merry Men tried to act like they hadn't witnessed the exchange.

When Bobby lowered her shirt, Stephanie tried to make light of the situation. "So, who wants to get me some of that pizza and beer? I think I deserve a few beers after slipping and falling on the rocks." The sigh of relief was almost audible at her lighthearted attempt to bring back the festive mood.

That night, Stephanie got a rare opportunity to see the Merry Men relax and the good mood vibrated through her. She hadn't laughed so much in her entire life as they swapped stories of their life in the Army.

Every ounce of the furniture and floor was overflowing with Merry Men as she sat snuggled into the curve of Ranger's body. As Lester, told a particularly raunchy story Ranger played with her curls. Contentment settled over her and her eyes drooped.

Leaning to kiss her above her ear, Ranger asked, "Tired, mi amore?" When she nodded lazily, he scooped her up and carried her to bed. Without letting her go, he closed and locked the door.

The effects of the day combined with the alcohol had her struggling to remove her clothes. Ranger took over and quietly undressed them both before helping her into bed.

Ranger pulled her against his chest being careful to not touch her back. Sleepily she asked, "Where are they all going to sleep?"

He was silent for a minute, before answering, "They brought air mattresses." He hesitated and then started again, "Babe, I'm…."

Before he could get the words out she rolled and was sitting on top of him, glaring. "Damn it, Ranger. If you say one more word, I'm going out there to sleep on the air mattresses with the Merry Men."

Her voice was on the verge of screaming as she continued, "So what? We had a little rough sex and I got a few scratches. I'm not some delicate princess all of sudden because we are sleeping together. For the love of all that's holy, you fucked me senseless and I enjoyed it, thoroughly."

Quietly, he responded, "Babe, if my men didn't already suspect the source of your bruises, they know now. Please, keep your voice down. It's just that I can't stand being the reason that you're hurt."

The anguish in his voice softened her anger and she tried a different approach. Sliding down a bit, she ground her center against the erection she knew would be there. "Ranger, I'd like to think that I gave as good as I got. In fact, I'd do it all over again." To prove her point, she positioned herself over him.

He tried to still her movements, but his heart wasn't in it. He sucked a breath through his teeth as she impaled herself on his shaft. He groaned at how wet she was, "Mi Dios, Stephanie, you're going to be the death of me."

With passion glazed eyes, she threw back her head and rode him hard and fast. Neither caring that they could be heard in the other room. Her abandonment brought out the animal in him. He sat up jerking her legs around him, gripping her hips. His arms flexed as he lifted her and slammed her back down on his rock hard cock. She clawed at his back trying to get closer, needing him deep inside her.

With a roar he slammed her down one more time, splattering her walls with his hot cum.

She rocked a few more times milking the last remnants of her own release, before pushing him back to the bed. Breathless, she panted out her last plea on the subject, "No price, no regrets, just love." She felt him nod and smile against her forehead.

When he could breathe again, he chuckled lightly, "I think I've met my match."

Sleepily, she replied sarcastically, "What do you expect? You haven't fed me sugar in three days." This got a true bark of laughter.

Kissing her on her forehead, he said with equal sarcasm, "Wonder if I can keep you off sugar for a lifetime?"

Before drifting to sleep, she mumbled, "Only if you want to be very tired."

It wasn't until she was asleep that he realized that he was still hard as a rock imbedded inside her. He tried to slip out of her, but every time he did, she would grind herself back down on him. Yeah, they were definitely a match made in heaven. Resigned to sleeping with a hard on, he relaxed and willed himself to sleep.