213First off, I apologize for the long delay in posting. I've been a bit MIA from FF since the last time this story was updated. I was hired by three companies and for the last six months I was pushing over 80 hours per week with no days off. At some point, I realized that I might have bit off more than I could chew since I was tired all the time, but I still had to complete my contracts. The good news is that I have been on vacation officially for a week now. Although it's felt a bit weird to have so much free time now, I've been putting it to good use by finally having the time to get back to writing. I'll try to update as often as I can during my time off;)
Also, initially when I wrote the first chapter I had planned to keep this story as a T rating (rating may be upped to M in future chapters). There was a complaint on my use of the F-word in the previous chapter and I feel like I should address that. I didn't use the word just for the heck of it. It was used to describe how carnal S&R's relationship was up until that point…
Disclaimer: The Plum Universe belongs to JE. Mistakes are mine.
Tank's massive frame initially blocked the women from my gaze, but my eyes instantly locked on her beautiful face as soon as she came into view. Shit, how can she look even more stunning fully dressed and in the light of day? I might just be the luckiest fucker of all time. What are the odds that I'd bump into her again? And so soon!
With the Miami, Boston and Trenton offices dominating the security business on the East Coast, three weeks ago I traveled to the West to explore a possible expansion for Rangeman. After liking a certain section of Figueroa St in Downtown Los Angeles to serve as headquarters, I got a lead for an even better option on the other side of the Pacific. It took two days for me to end up closing the Hawaii deal to serve as Rangeman's initiation outside of the East Coast. A celebration was in order and as I was out enjoying a drink, a rare occurrence for me, I spotted her.
To Babe's credit, she bounced back from her initial shock. "Welcome." Her greeting was accompanied by a friendly handshake. I might have held her hand for a moment too long. My body stood at attention even with the chaste contact. A shiver ran through me as I remembered how that hand feels sliding across my abs just before it slipped down south.
The other woman introduced herself as Connie. Thankfully for Babe and I, she took the lead with Tank following close behind.
I purposely brought up the rear as we went through the building. Tank was taking notes on his tablet, asking pertinent questions as Connie showed us the back storage area. Babe was silent the whole walk-through, her back rigid. She was tense. Too tense...
"What do think?" Babe finally spoke once again, after our brief walk-through was complete.
"We need to explore the best fit for you." To her credit she didn't even bat an eye at the innuendo.
Tank grunted his agreement. We both know this place is currently a security nightmare with its floor to ceiling windows in the front room and overall flimsy lock system. And the back door? Anyone can open that thing. Hell, I'm surprised this place is still standing. Crime is off the charts in the city, particularly in this area. There's a turf war that began on Stark Street several months ago that has rapidly radiated outward. This building is right on the border of the currently disputed area.
"Oh!" Babe suddenly caught on, her eyes turning that mesmerizing dark shade of blue. "Girls, you can take the day off. This might be a while."
"Nice!" The dark woman who has been glued to her phone since we've been here was quick to agree. She shot up from the couch with an impressive agility for someone her size. Defying gravity on very pointy boots, she sashayed her way out of the front door.
"You sure?" Connie asked tentatively, offering to stay and help.
"Yes." Babe told Connie she's helped more than enough by manning the fort the last two weeks. "You deserve time off."
I turned to Tank. "I got this." Without protest he handed me the tablet and headed out. I too have been MIA as boss the last couple weeks which meant Tank had to step up in my absence.
"Want me to lock up?" Connie asked even as she headed for the front door. When Babe nodded, we watched in silence as Connie posted the Closed sign and locked the glass door behind her.
As soon as we were left alone the atmosphere between us shifted.
"What are you doing here?!" She hissed, glaring at me with those fierce blue eyes.
"Babe." My grin was back and so was that delicious sexual tension that always seems to hover between us. You'd think that after two weeks and nearly every position imaginable there'd be nothing left. But no. Every time after the first just made me want more and more of her.
"Don't 'Babe' me." She huffed out as she stormed into an office behind the reception area. I followed, kicking the door closed behind me in order to seal us in the private space.
Tossing the tablet on the desk behind me, I wrapped an arm around her waist and backed her up against the closed door. Pressing her against the cool wood, any sliver of personal space was obliterated. "What should I call you then, Babe?" My breath ghosted against her lips as my groin pressed impossibly closer. She was so, so, so close. Close enough that I could practically taste her. Her scent was intoxicating, enough to rile up every cell in my being.
"Did-did you fo-follow me?" She gritted out the question, no doubt feeling my hardening dick rubbing against her abdomen. She makes every part of me go wild.
"No." I answered truthfully. I'm just as surprised as her. When we enjoyed a quickie I thought it would be the last time I'd ever see her. So, I made sure to commit every detail to memory. And now it seems like I won't have to close my eyes to be able to picture her beauty. "Did you want me to?" In that moment it occurred to me that I'd been a complete idiot. The fantasy was great and all, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get used to spending every second together. I've had zero sleep since the last time I saw her. It was impossible to fall asleep without her soft, warm body pressed against mine.
"No!" Her eyes widened in protest, but her body betrayed her denial.
"Then why are you leaning closer?" I murmured just as her hands fisted my T-shirt and our lips reunited in a fierce kiss.
The contact intensified when our tongues joined the mix. Her hands tugged at my shirt insistently while mine landed on her hips. Pressed up against the door, I had her sandwiched between the cold wood and my heated body. I heard a thud at our feet and realized she'd made quick work of my utility belt.
A moan escaped her when our bodies pressed flush together from lips to groin. Oh yeah, we're about to continue where we left off in Hawaii…
Despite being engrossed in the woman before me and the delicious moans escaping her lips, I faintly caught sounds of movement outside of her office. At the same time, her hands untucked my shirt and slipped underneath to splay on my taught abdomen. We broke apart for air and I took the opportunity to listen closely. This time I identified the sounds as approaching footsteps. "Babe..."
"You always smell so good." She moaned as she buried her face against the crook of my neck. Just as she did so, the unmistakable sound of gunshots filled the air.
My reflexes kicked in. Arms around her waist, I pressed her close to me as I dragged her away from the door. We landed with a heavy thud behind her desk. I made sure my body covered hers as gunfire continued to rip through the building.
Her hands were still under my shirt, and so her nails dug into my chest as she screamed right into my ear.
"Babe, Babe, Babe." I soothed as I reached for my Glock. When I didn't find it at my hip I quickly realized it was by the door. And so was my utility belt. Shit! "Stay." I whispered and waited until she nodded her understanding.
Luckily, I'm always prepared. I reached for the Baby Glock strapped to my ankle as I crouched over Babe. As soon as the shots ceased, I took that as my cue to spring into action. Gun raised, I quietly slipped out of the office.
In the reception, I came face to face with a man in a ski mask. I'm sure he was surprised to see me too, because he quickly, yet ineptly, scrambled to reload a magazine. He was no professional.
S&R
Breathing heavy, I fought the roaring in my ears so I could focus on the outside world. Instantly, I realized I couldn't hear anything. That had to be good, I told myself.
As I crawled my way around the desk, I came across Ranger's gun. It was a big, heavy Glock. I unholstered it from the belt and removed the safety. Lucky for me, my ex was a cop and as a Licensed Bounty Hunter I'm no stranger to guns. I don't like them, but I CAN use them.
Exiting my office I found that Ranger was pointing a smaller Glock at a masked man. Good. That'll teach the scumbag. There was shattered glass everywhere and I could see various bullet holes in the walls. And just as I lowered the gun so I could find a phone to call 911, I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye. When I snapped my head up, I came face to face with an armed man. Oh boy...
I should have stayed in Hawaii, I thought.