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Naughty Cupcake	By : Kaitsurinu Category: S through Z > Stephanie Plum Series Views: 3675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Like I stated, I do not own the Stephanie Plum series nor do I make any money off of it!!! I'm just a normal fan frustrated by the lack of sexy Ranger / Stephanie fanfics >.>

Stephanie Plum was having a bad day.
And it couldn’t be the kind of bad day normal people have where your alarm goes off an hour late or your car fails to start. Hers was a chain of events started by a fight with the boyfriend and currently involved an FTA slamming the door on her hand.
Chrissy DeLuca might have been an old drunk with a list of DUIs a mile long but dang it if the bat didn’t have a surprising amount of strength.
I took a deep breath, trying not to think about the throbbing in my hand.
“Chrissy, just come with me and we’ll get this court date rescheduled, no big deal.”
“Fuck you!”
Ok, that was it.
“Lady, you seriously picked with the wrong person to mess with today!” I dug for my taser and considered the possibility of throwing my weight on the door because it –did- look like it was barely holding up and the rage I still felt from my fight with Morelli was currently redirecting and-
Click.
They say the sound of a shotgun is universally considered one of the scariest noises there is. Agreed.
‘Shit shit shit’ imminent danger briefly took my mind off my hand and I dug through my bag for my phone as I clambered down the apartment stairs.
Lula was on vacation so I was flying solo today, not that would be any help but hey, the company is always nice. Not to mention she doesn’t fair well with being shot at.
I paused and bit my lip before hitting the dial button. Fighting and possibly being on a break with Morelli meant the last person I needed to be around was Ranger. The blowout with Joe was such that I didn’t know what our status was and when it came to Ranger I was weak willed.
But there was a tiny voice in my head that usually urged me to buy a donut. Right now it was urging me to call ranger.
“The money will probably go towards fixing my hand anyways, crazy drunk.” I muttered. Besides, oogling Ranger for a bit could turn anyone’s day around.
Donut voice won out and I hit the call button.
“Babe.”
***
An hour later, body receipt in one hand, chocolate chip muffin in the other, I was feeling pretty good.
Ranger drove and kept glancing at me with what could have been a smile. One never knows.
I was so engrossed with the fluffy, carb filled goodness I didn’t even notice when Ranger stopped in front of Joe’s house.
“No! Not here.” I quickly choked out.
Ranger raised an eyebrow, the ‘Babe’ was implied.
“We’re taking a break” I picked at the muffin before chunking it out the window, a gift for Bob to find later.
Ranger didn’t press any further, and just pulled away from the curb.
I couldn’t take the silence and just started rambling.
“He wants me to give up bounty hunting and maybe start thinking about a family, now that bounty hunting is some glamorous job that makes me tons of money but it’s still a job ya know? And I’m finally getting kind of decent at it and I know no respectable berg housewife should bounty hunt but I think I’d be a lousey housewife, and I don’t even know if I –want- to be married much less have kids and oh God Rex was enough Bob was a stretch and-“
“Babe, breathe.”
We continued in silence for a bit longer. I didn’t have to ask where we were going.
The morning had started out good in true Morelli fashion. After discovering at a pretty crucial moment we were out of condoms, the conversation went weird.
Joe was dressing for work while I poked at my cereal, frustrated over coitus interuptus.
“You know Cupcake, a mini Cupcake might be kind of cute.”
I took a swig of water to keep from choking.
“You barefoot and pregnant might even domesticate you a bit” he teased.
And it was all downhill from there.
I don’t know if it was the abundance of hormones I currently had raging through me or the fact that he was hinting at something we had been arguing over for weeks, but I was done. When it came down to it, I wasn’t ready to be domesticated.
Which is how I found myself in a car with Ranger on our way to his apartment.
Ranger pulled the black Tahoe into the Rangeman complex and stared me in the eye.
“Do you love him?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want kids?”
I squirmed. “Well yeah just, I can’t see having them right now. Not when there’s a different looney every month out to get me.”
“So what do you want?”
Sigh. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I want but I know that I don’t want to be married again just yet. I’ve been there done that and maybe all this fighting is a sign that you know, we’re not ready.”
Ranger gave an almost imperceptible nod before walking towards the door.
“One day babe, you’ll have to choose.”
I stepped in behind him and inhaled deeply. Ranger smell concentrated did something for the senses. Or something for the doodah anyways.
I stepped in the bedroom just in time to hear the shower turn on and saw the clothes Ranger –had- been wearing on the floor.
‘Oh jeez.’
Speaking of, I needed to bathe. I needed to demand that Ranger take me back to my apartment. I flopped on the bed face down…I needed…a nap….
***
I woke up to the most glorious pressure in-between my shoulder blades. Two thumbs, -God’s thumbs- were kneading their way around my upper back, threatening to make me into a big ball of Stephanie goo that could just slide on to the floor.
I felt his mouth by my ear. “Feeling refreshed?”
“Mmmmmphffffhhh” Who needed English anyways?
I felt him straddle my backside, slowly pushing my cotton shirt up as he worked his way around my lower back. His thumbs traced circles on my side, as he began skimming my rib cage and working his way back up.
His touch was so delicious, soothing and gradually arousing.
I was panting now; the circles and magic thumbs had stopped just short of my underwire. They were maddening and if he didn’t move that hand RIGHT NOW-
The hands brushed my nipples through the bra right as I felt his hardness against my ass.
Omigod.
This wasn’t even a fair match. I was emotionally and physically exhausted, he had made me into human silly putty and his shirt was off. The bare chest would have been plenty, everything else was overkill.
He turned me over and pinned both my wrists above my head, kissing and nibbling on my neck as I squirmed against him. His lips skimmed up my jawline and I sighed.
He released my hands and I squeaked as he yanked my bra down and attacked my nipples through my shirt. The abrasive cotton of the old Rangers jersey rubbing between my breasts and his teeth had me grabbing his head and wanting more.
He finally let up and got on his knees over me. His eyes were black and held my gaze as he started undoing his sweat pants.
“Babe, I hope that nap worked” His eyes never left mine as he continued undressing.
Sitting up, I kissed every inch of chest I could get to, while batting is hands so I could run my hands inside the elastic of his boxers.
His hips were so warm, not an inch of fat and I could feel the strength, feel -him- and he surged beneath my hands as I finally made my way to the front.’
He pulled me up flush against him and slid his tongue around my bottom lip. Sensual, taking his time, he explored my mouth as I rubbed against him. Pulling back, he slowly started peeling off my clothes, pausing only to press a kiss to my lips and touching his tongue to mine between each article of clothing, nearly driving me crazy.
When I was finally naked he slid his hand up my neck, twisting his fingers into my hair and dragging his mouth over my throat. I was over the teasing and wrapped my hand around him, pumping him through the black silk.
Need took over, and my mouth went dry as he pushed his boxers down over his erection. Thick and proud, I wanted to taste it.
Ranger roughly grabbed my hair, to my surprise.
“No babe, not this time.”
He flipped me back on to my stomach and I heard him moving and taking care of the protection. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing just as he took me in one stroke.
The finesse was gone and the fucking had began.
I grabbed at the pillows, anything for support. It had been a while since I slept with Ranger, and the aggression must have been building because hot damn. The slow burn I had felt build during his kisses exploded into a fiery inferno. I was so wet and he filled me like he was made for me.
“ I want to hear you.” I gasped.
“Stephanie” he groaned, and I could hear the famous Ranger control falling away.
His fingertips were digging into my hips and he pulled me back to meet his thrusts. He was so hard and the sex had fallen to a primitive level. A wave of pleasure slammed into me as I looked over and saw our forms in the mirror.
His roughness had me at the edge. ‘Harder, please!’ I begged. I was so close, right there, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of us and he had me almost there and-
Ranger turned his head slightly looked at me through the mirror, before reaching down and stroking my clit.
I shattered. I felt myself break into a million pieces as Ranger gave a deep groan and buried himself in me deeper than I thought possible and came.
My mouth was try, I don’t think I could talk if I wanted to as he pulled me against his chest.
I stared at him as he ran his thumb over my lip, before pressing a soft kiss goodnight.
I felt his heartbeat under my ear, and wondered why more and more, this felt like the right place to be.
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