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Making It Right	By : tbird1965 Category: S through Z > Stephanie Plum Series Views: 3777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie Plum, Ranger, nor the characters of Janet Evanovitch. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Making It Right
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I rolled over, wincing at the dull ache in my shoulders and arms. Groaning I pulled my covers up around my chin and buried my face in the pillow. My physical aches where nothing compared to the aching I felt inside my stomach and my heart. Pulling my hand out from under the covers, I swiped at the tears coursing down my face. I was shaken, I was scared, and I wanted a Tastykake.
But more then anything…..I felt guilty.
My name is Stephanie Plum and I work for my cousin Vinnie as a Bond Enforcement Agent for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. For years I've tried to fool myself into believing I was good at my job. I brought in my fair share of skips. I was able to pay my bills with the money I made, but who was I kidding? I kept my gun in a cookie jar because I was too scared to carry it and I couldn't even count the number of handcuffs I had lost. And don't even get me started on cars. I wiped my face again and sniffed to clear my clogged nose.
Tonight. I shuddered despite the warmth of my covers. My hands tied roughly behind my back, the feel of the cold blade cutting into my throat. Ranger. Once again, Ranger rushing in to save my butt.
I hadn't even been able to thank him. It all happened so fast, one minute my arms were tied and the next I was gazing out the window of the ambulance as it whisked me away to the hospital. I had caught a glimpse of his face as the ambulance pulled away. I don't think he knew anyone could see him. In that moment I saw the raw fear in his eyes. Fear for me. He didn't even know if I was alive or dead. How badly I'd been injured. For one brief moment I saw the haunted look in his eyes before his Ranger mask snapped back into place, hiding his feelings.
Ranger AKA Ricardo Carlos Manoso AKA Batman AKA my Savior, my rescuer. Ranger, who was always there to save me. How many cars had he given me over the years? More then I could count. Always knowing that with me the odds of it being return in one piece were slim to none. Stolen, blown up, wrecked, burned beyond recognition. That's how I cared for the cars he so generously provided me.
And what about the jobs he "invented" for me to do when money was tight and the rent was due? He'd given me jobs, a place to stay when I had no where to go. He was always just a phone call away and he monitored my safety as carefully as he monitored his own. He'd been shot more then once because of me. And what had I given him in return? Nothing.
I know that he would say I make him smile. I amuse him. I provide him with entertainment. But that's not enough, and I know he wants more. I shivered as I remembered the look on his face the one time we had made love. The look of pure need and desire on his face as he came inside of me. The one time in all these years that I had given him what he really wanted. The one time I allowed him to be close to me. How many times had I rejected him, refused him? More times then I could count. I shuddered when I remembered all times I had found myself in Joe Morelli's arms and I wondered how many of those nights Ranger had spent alone, dreaming about me, wanting me.
Well that would change tonight. It was time for me to repay him for all that he had given me over the years. No more taking for this New Jersey girl. It was time for me to do some giving.
I closed my eyes as I heard the soft sounds of movement coming from my living room. He was here. No locks, no security measure could stop Ranger from checking to see if I was okay. I listened as he carefully removed his gun belt and laid it on the floor. The chair squeaked as he settled his weight into it.
"Babe."
I opened my eyes and stared at him. He was dressed in his standard black; black tee shirt, black cargo pants. His onyx eyes bore into me, examining me closely for any signs of injury.
"I went to the Hospital, but you'd already been released." His voice sounded level, but I could hear the fear and concern beneath his level tone.
"Just a little sore and banged up." I whispered. "Other then that I'm fine."
He nodded and slumped a little in the chair. He ran his hand over his face; I saw that he was shaking a little. "I had to see for myself."
With my eyes still on his face, I slowly climbed out of the bed and went to him. When I reached him, I knelt and begin to slowly untie and loosen the laces of his Army issued combat boots.
"Babe?" He looked down at me, an amused look on his face. "What are you doing?"
"Untying your shoes?"
"I can see that? But why are you untying my shoes?"
"They're easier to take off when they're untied." I said, pulling his boot from his foot. "Now Shhhhh." I glanced nervously up at him as I pulled the other boot off. He remained silent as I removed his socks and carefully stuffed them in his shoes.
Placing my hands on his knees, I pushed myself up. Reaching out, I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it loose from the waistband of his pants.
"Babe." His tone was warning now, cautious. He grabbed my wrists with his large hands.
"No." I said, twisting my hands from his loose grasp. "I have handcuffs. Don't make me get them."
He raised an eyebrow at my teasing threat. Still keeping his eyes on my face, he raised his arms and allowed me to pull his t-shirt over his head.
I ran my hands over his muscled shoulders, his skin the color of coffee with a little too much cream. Sliding my hands down his stomach I reached his cargo pants. His body stiffened as I unbuttoned them and eased the zipper down. He grabbed my hands to stop me again, his face impassive, his eyes wary.
"Stop." I whispered, taking his hands and placing them on the arms of the chair, pressing down firmly. I kissed his cheek as I placed my hands on his hips, pushing on the sides of his pants. Still eying me warily, he raised his hips and let me slide his pants off his hips and down his legs.
Still on my knees, I ran my hands up his muscled thighs and eased his legs apart.
He reached down and grabbed my hands again, stopping me. "What are you doing Stephanie?" His voice was low and husky.
I twisted my hands away from him and pleaded with him with my eyes. How could I explain to him that this was my act of contrition, my atonement for all the times I'd taken from him and never given him anything in return?
Putting his hands back on the arms of the chair, I held them down with my own. Leaning forward I lightly touched the tip of his hardening cock with the tip of my tongue. It twitched and grew even larger, straining towards me. I gave his hands a gently squeeze with my own, before releasing them and moving my hands back to his thighs. Running my finger tips lightly over the tops of his legs he let me push them further apart with out any resistance. Feeling victorious I grasped the shaft of his cock and stroked it gently. Lowering my head I engulfed the velvety tip with my mouth and twirled my tongue around him.
"Dios mío que se siente bien" He muttered softly, spreading his legs further and leaning back in the chair.
Smiling, I took all of him into my mouth, sucking gently. He tasted salty and heavenly, uniquely Ranger. Running my other hand up his thigh, I grasped his balls and squeezed them gently. I wasn't surprised to discover that Ranger was "well groomed" between his legs, but it was hard for me to picture him doing something as mundane as trimming his pubic hair.
Moaning a little I slid my mouth down his shaft again, licking as I went. I froze when I felt his hands on my head, but he only pushed my hair back and out of the way. I smiled to myself again, he wanted to watch.
"Eres hermosa, mi amor" He whispered softly, his fingers tangling in my thick curls.
Grasping his thighs, I began to move up and down, his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. I wanted to make him moan, I wanted to make him feel good. Opening my eyes, I glanced up at him through my lashes. His eyes were closed, a look of pained pleasure on his face. Still watching his face, I licked him carefully from the base of his shaft to the tip. Taking him in mouth again, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.
He moaned softly when I plunged my mouth back down on him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His large hands gently rubbed the back of my head as I began to move my head back up and down on his cock, sucking gently at the end of each thrust. With one hand I firmly squeezed his balls and the base of his shaft. His hips moved slightly, gently thrusting into my mouth.
"Oh Dios." He moaned, the muscle in his thigh twitched under my hand and I could hear his breathing becoming more erratic, the hand clutching my hair tightened as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth.
Grasping his spit slick shaft in my hand I stroked him rapidly, my tongue licking the head of his cock. Glancing up I saw that he was watching me carefully with glazed eyes.
"Uhhhhh." He moaned, his hips thrusting up as he climaxed, come shooting from the head of his cock. I clamped my lips over his pulsating member, swallowing as he emptied and twitched in my mouth. He shuddered violently as I softly sucked the last of his juices from him.
I wiped the back of my mouth as he pulled me onto his lap. "Babe." He whispered, kissing the side of my head. "Thank you."
"No Ranger." I said, burying my face into his neck. "Thank you."
THE END.
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