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When It Rains	By : Illiandyandra Category: S through Z > Stephanie Plum Series Views: 9524 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Stephanie Plum
Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.
Disclaimer: Not mine Stephanie and her world belong to Janet Evanovich, which if you are reading the fanfiction…you probably already knew.
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^Spoken Aloud Thoughts^
“Speech”
AN: I have made an Executive Decision. No longer will I force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish…from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)…
AN2: Thank you to all my reviewers. Make me smile; tell me your favorite funny line from this story. Or tell me your favorite moment from it.
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CHAPTER 10
Junior PoV
Well I can honestly say that not a single man among us expected what happened this morning at the staff meeting. I mean. It’s still nothing compared to the announcement of two weeks ago. But there really isn’t any way for a CO to top “Myself, the entire core team and Stephanie have entered a non-conventional relationship and will be moving off site to explore it fully.”Part of me is glad, honored, humbled that they shared their relationship with us. But a part of me feels like it was need to know and I didn’t need to know. The funniest thing is it kinda works for them. I remember a few months back Ram was saying he didn’t think Tank could pee without orders from Ranger at this point in his life. They have been together just that long. Granted Ram was saying that because Tank is as mean as a bear with a sore paw whenever Ranger is in the wind.
But Bombshell, she may need all seven of those men to keep her relatively safe and out of trouble. Hell if it will make sure she finally kicks that supreme asshole Detective Morelli to the curb; I’d tip my hat into the ring too. Man do I hate that guy. He’s so undeservedly smug. I mean don’t get me wrong he’s a halfway decent cop…but he has a real bad habit of overplaying his power. He uses it for everything, getting free food, copping free drinks; he even uses his badge to get free servicing on Stark Street. And worse of all, not one of us could tell Bombshell. How do you tell your little sister, heck she’s closer to me than my actual little sister, that the man she is with fucks hookers on the side?
Still today’s announcement was great. Bombshell, she’s gonna work with us all the time now. Granted she’s bringing Miss Lula with her and Miss Lula scares the bejesus out of me. Not herself or even her personality…but the fact that one of these days all that spandex will rebel, and I so don’t want to be there for that. Still Bombshell will be an official Rangeman. So that will be cool. Kinda jealous that Manny and Ram get to work in her department. But I know she’ll like them cause they actually talk. Though sometimes I think she likes trying to see if she can make us crack. We are like her own personal version of the British Royal Guards.
Woody just brought me an envelope that had been delivered for Bombshell. He is not looking happy at all. “It’s not physically harmful,” Is all he would say. He asked me to deliver it to either the lady herself or one of her knights, because he had to get back to the monitors. Yeah right…he just didn’t want to be anywhere near when they opened the damn thing.
Cal PoV
When my shift was over I headed towards the Elevator. Bobby had texted all of us to let us know that Bomber was taken off medical restrictions. I’m fairly sure that the smile that crossed my face when I read that text in the break room this afternoon left several of the younger guys disturbed and possibly frightened. Oh well. Of course, just because I’ve been dreaming of fucking Bombshell for three hours, someone had to stop me on the way.
“Cal man, sorry to bother you after shift, but Hal and Hector are in the field. Ranger isn’t back yet and the rest of the core team is off today.” Junior said walking up to me. I saw a thick manila envelope in his hands and almost cringed. “This was dropped off for Bomber. While not exactly physically harmful…It’s really not good. What should we do?”
“Give it to me. I’ll take care of it.” I said. With a sigh, I entered the elevator, and headed up to seven. Entering the apartment, I was unsurprised to find Bobby, Tank and Lester there with Our Girl. She was currently being bounced up and down on Tank’s lap while alternately licking and sucking Bobby and Lester’s cock. God Stephanie Plum is the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I know that there are a lot of men who would disagree with me. But they are blind idiots. Then again they also don’t get to see her like this. Truly aroused, happy and comfortable in her own skin. It’s funny I’ve always known she was beautiful, but she was amazing like this. Flushed and sweaty, her curls clinging to her skin, her mouth either filled with one of our cocks, or open, screaming and begging. Her eyes bluer than blue. God in moments like this when I can see her throat muscles working frantically to swallow all of the spunk Lester and then Bobby just released into her mouth, I wish I was a better artist. I would paint her like this if I could.
My thoughts wander for a moment, and I wonder why I am so comfortable with what most people would believe is a crazy fucked up situation. But I’m not just comfortable, I’m happy. We all have so much emotional baggage and sexual fetishes, I doubt that we could be really happy in a traditional relationship. I really think this will work, because Bomber needs us all not just sexually, but psychologically. She’s spent so much of her life feeling like an outcast amongst the ones she thinks she is most like…that she needs to be surrounded by us. Men who not only value her beauty and body, but also value her strength of will and personality. A strange group of people who will fight and die not just to protect her, but also to make sure that she never has to change anything she doesn’t want to. To us she is perfect just the way she is. Well almost. But she’s ready to start exploring ‘butt stuff’ so yeah. She’s perfect.
Tank just roared loud enough to wake the dead…so I’m fairly sure that it’s my turn to please Our Girl. We can deal with the envelop when everyone is together.
Lester PoV
Cal walked in a few minutes ago, giving an envelop a dirty look, before looking at us like we were the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. There are times I worry that this will all blow up in our faces. But then one of us looks at the others in that way and it lets me know that we’ll be all good. I feel confident saying this for several reasons. We are dealing with eight alpha male personalities. And yeah Beautiful is included in that. Stephanie is female. I know. But if you look at her psychological profile, she thinks far more like the alpha male, than she would ever imagine. Just take a moment and consider how uncomfortable she becomes when asked to deal with or even address emotions or feelings. She is loyal and protective. She displays rather pronounced dominant protector traits when in public, or when dealing with those she considers her protectorate such as her Grandmother and nieces. But when she is safe in a controlled environment, she allows herself to turn that off and let us dominate and protect her. This dichotomy is present only in human alphas. For some reason, Human alphas have to find a place to shut down their control. A place to just breathe and rest, not physical rest really…emotional rest. That home place. We are that place for her, as she is that place for us.
I watch as Cal walks over to Tank and Our Girl. He gives her a deep kiss, and I realize that he’s tasting us in her mouth. Its intriguing how Cal, one of the few of us who qualifies as an almost beta personality. Cal doesn’t like to lead, and feels uncomfortable in the leadership role. Yet at the same time, he is quick to take the lead when the situation calls for it. In this relationship, Cal shows this by his tendency to enjoy cleaning her. It’s his way of caregiving. Hal has a similar tendency, but his is a more customary version. He likes to help her bathe and shower; he even likes to lotion and dress her. Cal’s is a more primal thing, likes to lick her clean. I think he has more a pack type of mentality than the rest of us. I think that is one of the reasons why he’s started to make overtures to Hector about becoming more sexual with him. For Cal there seems to be no boundaries as far as sex with in his pack. However since he senses that that is not the reality for all of the JLS, he gets the connection he wants this way. Stephanie can pick out our colognes in a crowded room. I have a feeling Cal could track our underlying scents through anything.
I head into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and return to the living room. Something tells me to let the envelop rest until we are all together. Besides, I really love watching. I especially like to watch Cal enjoying his cream pie.
Tank PoV
God I don’t know if I have ever cum so many times in one afternoon. Its days like today that make me remember there may be a real physiological reason for Little Girl to have all seven of us. 73 days of little to no satisfaction followed by fourteen days of partial satisfaction, and I can honestly say if it hadn’t been separated by that one night of complete and total satisfaction…Stephanie probably would have killed all three of us today. I myself came six times. I counted eight for Bobby and seven for Lester. And Our Girl is still going strong. Suffice it to say I was quite glad when Cal joined us. He’s got one hell of a mess to clean up. But it’s his thing. I glance over and I can tell you Lester is psychoanalyzing us. Some people should not be allowed to take psychology classes.
Lester is one of those people who take psychology for purely selfish reasons. He wants to know what other people are thinking, not to help them, no he’s just curious. And sometimes he wants to be able to circumvent their defenses. I learned to do the same thing. But I learned it to become more effective at extracting information from really bad people. Lester used it to get into as many girls as he could. Now, he’s actually probably using it to try to make sure that he spots any possible issues before they become problems. So maybe one day I’ll be happy for his masters in shrinking people’s minds.
Ranger is our leader, he keeps us moving forward and makes the decisions that no one else wants to make. Do the things no one else wants to do. For example, we made him ask Frank ‘Night Fox’ Plum, where we could go to have a HUGE bed made. Bobby is our medic; he makes sure that we maintain proper health and fitness. He has been instrumental in getting Our Girl to work out, and eat better. Cal and Hal they are care givers. They try to make sure that we are all taken care of in ways we don’t really think about. When I still had the kittens, Hal was at the store and saw a special kitty litter for multi-cat households, he bought me a huge bag. Why because I had mentioned in passing that the kittens were having trouble training to the box because they could sense the other’s markers on it. Two hours later Cal stopped by my house with a couple of litter boxes. He heard the same comment and assumed that the best way to fix the problem was to make sure the kittens didn’t have to share.
Hector and I we are protectors. More than anything else we will fight, kill and die to protect those we consider ours. Over the years, watching Morelli yell at Our Girl, it has been Hector and I that the others have had to stop most often from killing that ass. In fact, I may never know what caused it; but I do know that there was a night about three months ago; we had to put Hector on lock down. He came in from an installation, and changed into his banger clothes. Low hanging jeans, dark tee shirt and flannel, he put away all his guns, but strapped on six different knives. All we could get out of him was that he was going to skin Morelli and they would never find the rest of him. It took us four hours to get him to relax. He eventually told Lester why he was going to commit first degree murder, but apparently Hector made Lester SWEAR to never tell me.
Lester, he is out jester and shrink. He will go out of his way to make sure we don’t let little things get blown out of proportion and he will make us see the humor in every situation. He and Stephanie…they are the heart of the group. Shocking isn’t it. The single least likely person of our pack to talk about their feelings and the one most likely to make fun of the ‘not so serious’ feelings of others are the heart and soul of this amalgamation of personalities. But Our Girl is even more than that. She is the light in our world, she is our passion and our redemption and the glue that holds us…binds us. She allows us to FEEL again. Most people will never understand how much that means. But when you’ve cut off almost all positive emotions, it becomes difficult to feel anything. But she had brought that back. She’s brought the color back into our lives, our world. If Lester is the court jester, She is our Queen.
I go and grab a bottle of water, and sit down at the breakfast bar to drink it. Sitting there is an envelop. Cal must have brought it up. It’s addressed to Our Girl and I didn’t get the joy feeling from it. I looked at it and I looked over at Stephanie, where she was riding Cal to glory. She hadn’t even let him get undressed. His cargos were bunched around his boots and he was half in and half out of his shirt. But his head was thrown back in pleasure, so I doubt he minded. The envelop and the trouble I’m sure its bringing can wait until we are all together.
Bobby PoV
I haven’t told the others but I’ve talked to my mother about us. I will tell you that this is actually an ongoing conversation. So far, she and I have spoken four times, and I think she is moving towards acceptance. And the biggest roadblock, funnily enough is not the six other men I am sharing my Sweetheart with. Nope. My mother’s biggest problem is that Stephanie is white. She is almost ok with the sharing aspect. Apparently she read a case study of career military men and it says that they have real trouble with civilian life because they have become so accustomed to doing everything together. The theory is bullshit, but if it makes her more accepting of my reality then I’ll let her have her delusions.
She has met all the guys the core team actually took her out to dinner several times when we were setting up the Atlanta office. So them she is fine with, the best I’ve gotten out of her in regards to Stephanie is that ‘at least she isn’t blonde’. Yeah real enlightened mom. But I’m working on her. I will never let Stephanie know any of this, of course. She has more than enough mother issues without adding mine. I’m still shocked her mother didn’t freak out about all this. But then again if she has been worrying for the last twenty five years that Stephanie would lose control of her hormones and run rampant on the men of the ‘burg…maybe she feels that she can relax now.
But I think award for most interesting and unexpected parental reaction has to go to Frank Plum. He really could care less that there are seven of us. Most of us are Rangers, and he respects us so he WANTS a grandson. That’s really the sum of it. Oh and now he doesn’t have to kill Morelli. That isn’t to say he won’t; I just think that now if it does happen, it will be a father & 7 sons-in-law bonding experience. Yeah I can handle that. In fact I think I’ll go ahead and order the supplies we’ll need to ensure there is no forensic evidence. If I order it bit by bit and bury it in the regular Rangeman supply orders, it will never raise any red flags.
In fact maybe I should do that anyway. That envelop on the counter is giving me all kinds of bad juju. I know vibes are not scientific…but if you grow black in the south, you know all about juju. Just ask Pierre…no don’t cause if he knew I even thought his real name…I’d be the one on restricted physical activity. Yeah I think I’ll leave that thing alone until the entire JLS is assembled.
Hector PoV
I must say this is how a man should always come home. Tank, Lester, and Bobby were all laying about naked as the day they were born and obviously spent. Cal was being ridden hard by Our Girl. It was apparent he’d only gotten home a little while ago; he was still sort of dressed. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and it is as if they were calling me to join them. I stripped off my clothes and walked up behind Estefania. I covered her moaning mouth with my own and pressed my burgeoning erection against the soft skin of her back.
Her skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and her breath tasted of her and the cum of at least two of our lovers. Exquisito. I dotted licks and kisses down her back and ass, tasting her over and over again, before I began to ply my tongue to her sweet ass and Cal’s tightening balls. Very soon they were both tumbling over the edge of passion. Keening and crying out their joy to the heavens. Before my sweet Estefania could finish the rolls and pitches of her orgasm, I pulled her up and off Cal’s cock and lap. Bending her forward I sank into her grasping sucking depths, fucking her roughly; drawing out the exquisite pleasure racking her body, and fastened my mouth to Cal’s still erupting manhood. Deliciouso. I didn’t last very long. I wanted her, them too much, and when Cal fisted his hand in my hair and pulled me up for a deep drugging kiss, it was all too much, too good.
I fell to the floor, bringing Estefania with me. She groaned and looked at me with desire filled eyes. I kissed her until I felt hands taking her from me. Cal was ready for another round, and I watched as he plunged to the hilt into her tightness. Leaning up I licked their joining once more. Driving them and myself crazy. Several times we did this exchange. Imagine my surprise when I felt Cal kneel under us. I cried in pleasure and happiness when I felt his tongue lap at my balls and Estefania’s tender, sensitive clit. Cal’s tongue was amazingly long and flexible. And he was not content simply licking our junction for long. He pressed his tongue against my asshole, making me beg and plead for more. He was driving me mad. But all too soon he stopped and stood. Cal’s dick was hot and hard and a lot bigger than his tongue as he started to push into me. Ey Dios Mio. So good.
Getting fucked while fucking is the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. We were like a well-oiled fucking machine. I’d thrust into Estefania and Cal would thrust into me as I retreated. His mouth was fastened on the side of my neck marking me…and I didn’t even mind. It was so, so good. It took imagining Grandma Mazur french kissing that douchebag Morelli to keep me from cumming long enough to make sure that Our Girl came again too. But I did it. This time three voices rang out…crying, screaming out pleasure.
We collapsed to the floor. Cal and I taking the brunt of the fall. Looking up I saw Hal enter the apartment. I could see the bulge in his cargos from here. Somehow I don’t believe that Little Bomber Girl will complain at all.
He paused to ask Tank about an envelop on the counter, our big friend told him not to worry about it until everyone was home and sated. That could take some time.
Ranger PoV
I finally left the furniture maker’s workshop, and made a call to get both him and Frank some cohjibas. Melvin came up with some amazing additions he could do to make our weapons storage more efficient. He agreed to make a special bedroom set and bookshelves for my princess, if I can get her mother to let her come up and spend time with me here. I have looked at dozens of furniture stores and I haven’t been able to find the perfect thing for her yet. I also placed orders for some bookshelves for Bobby, Tank and Hector’s personal spaces. Which of course meant that I had to call the decorating team to find out what woods they were using in their spaces. But it’s finished. They may be a little mad at me for spending money on them, but so what. This is going to be a long term thing so they will just have to get used to it.
I came to a realization in that workshop. For this to work we are going to have honesty. Across the board. I believe that we all realize that we have to share information with Babe…but we are going to have to open up a bit more to each other as well. Easily said…almost impossible to do. Especially when you consider that not only are we males…dominate males at that. But we have had sharing trained right out of most of us. I acknowledge that even before this I knew a lot about my men. I knew that Cal has had a desire to eat a woman out after she was full of cum. But I also knew that he’s never before been with a woman that he could do such a thing with. Let alone trusted to have been with men whose cum he trusted not to be diseased. And Lester, he has ALWAYS wanted to run a train on a woman. He is currently in seventh heaven. Tank, he has never been with a woman as small as Our Girl. He has wanted to be with one and play a few age games…naughty student and the hard ass teacher is just his favorite.
Bobby is probably waiting on the play room to be fully functional before approaching Babe with his real fetish. He has a thing for riding crops and cats. Hal actually told Stephanie his already. That boy gets hard whenever he thinks of a naked woman in a bubble bath. Once I told Stephanie that I wasn’t sick physically or mentally…but sexually. I have only begun to admit even to myself how true that statement was. And yet Melvin knows all about it. It’s funny how he explained it as need to know information. Since he was building the bed and play things, he needed to know. Before I left he reminded me that the rest of my lovers needed to know as well.
Oh don’t get me wrong I’ve known all along that I was eventually going to have to tell them about this but exactly how do you explain to men who count on you to always be in control that you want to be flogged and fuck the hell out of someone at the same time. This is not normal. Not even for us. I have a feeling that this day is not going to end well. And I still haven’t explained to Babe, what that free standing drain in the water closet was most likely for. Thank God none of us have that particular kink…I don’t think.
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