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Chapter 2
Narrator POV
The radio was streaming Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet into their helmets as Steph squeezed Lester tighter to her. Stopping at one of the many lights on their way out of town Lester leaned back into her arms before he placed his feet flat on the ground standing slightly holding the bike between his legs. The motion caused his ass to brush against her front.
"Les." She said wiggling behind him.
"How ya doing back there?" He asked, flipping open his visor and turning slightly to get a better look behind him.
"I'm good. Just wondering how far we are driving today? We didn't really talk about where. Now I'm getting curious." She smiled.
"Curious huh? Mami with that wigglin' back there, I was thinking you were gettin' a little something else?" He raised one eyebrow as he noticed her flush run from below her neckline to the bottom of her helmet. He turned his attention back to the traffic sliding his visor down as he revved the RPM's up before he shifted, and moved through the intersection.
"Well, I'm curious, too. Where are driving today?" She spoke through the headset in her helmet.
"I've got place about five hours north of Trenton; haven't been there in a while, it's secluded, but near the ocean. I thought you'd appreciate some time near the water." Knowing they'd be passing his parents place as well Lester thought about how he could mention that little detail to Stephanie. He didn't want to ruin the mood she was in. His plans for later were right on track, and Bomber in rhino mode didn't jive with those of Latin seduction.
"I like the sound of that," and being in a secluded area with you would give us a chance to work over these hormones of mine. Her stomach decided it was time to be included in the conversation.
Lester chuckled and gave a little shiver, "Whoa, I think we will do something about those hormones. But let's feed the beast first. Not only did I hear your hungry stomach, I felt it too."
"Great? Are you hungry too?" Stephanie was relieved they would be stopping soon to eat.
"I could eat. But I was talking about the beast. I felt your stomach. That thing is going to eat through you one day. Let's feed it right now!"
Stephanie's POV
Lester expertly parked the bike. Removing our helmets was not pleasant for me…yup…these Jersey girl curls were stuck to my head. I had helmet hair. I shook it upside-down to fluff and dry it the best of my abilities. As I flipped my head up I noticed Lester smiling at me with his hand outstretched to me with looked to be a scrap of blue hanging from his fingers.
"What's this?" I said reaching out to him.
"I grabbed a scarf for you. If you want. My sisters always wrapped their hair up after they spent time with a helmet on." Lester rushed. One side of his mouth was quirked up in an almost smirk but his usual confidence was absent. "I think you look beautiful."
He took my neck in both hands, and ran his fingers into my hair starting at the base of my skull running up the back of my scalp. His fingers massaged their way through my wayward curls. "I love to run my hands through your hair." He leaned in close, resting his forehead against my own. His movement was encouraging all kinds of reaction to fire off in my most intimate regions. That wouldn't have been a bad thing if we were at the cabin. We were, however, still in the restaurant parking lot.
I still couldn't resist pushing my ass against his hands. I don't remember them leaving my hair but he was pulling me closer to him with them wrapped low around my back. Licking my lips, and leaning in to his full ones we shared a heated and wet kiss. Really, that man could make me forget my name if he wanted to. We pulled apart then he gave me another slow and sensuous open mouth kiss. I moaned so loud the people across the parking lot giggled, and scurried to their parked vehicle when they saw us.
"Just giving you something to think about while we eat, Beautiful." He voice had a gravely resonance.
My hormones were so tightly wound I wasn't even embarrassed. In fact I moved closer to Lester sliding my denim clad leg between his. I ground myself against his hard thigh muscles shamelessly. That was just what I needed a Santos induced orgasm. The man himself was making low growling noises as well but let out a laugh.
"Out loud?"
He just nodded, and tilted his head to the restaurant door. I picked up the scarf to tie around my hair. "Let's make sure you have energy for later?" He slipped his hand in mine pulling me towards the front door.
Narrator POV
Back on the road after lunch
The headset radio played The Distance by Cake. Lester loved this song to drive to. Its sound pulsed speed and sex, a great combination. He thought a perfect combination. He started to feel inspired to introduce Stephanie Plum to his parents. When better than on a full stomach? Right?
Maybe a little more courage was needed. Lester tuned to his Pit Bull play list. Armando Perez is a Cuban musician who was true to his Latin roots but with the dance club overtones. His beats hit home with Lester. The music was quite sexual. Lester hoped to get Steph more worked up before he got her to his place. Dale!
Lester's POV
"Hey. Steph?" Feeling motivated by the music and proximity to his parent's place Lester decided to bite the bullet and ask her to meet his parents. "Remember when you said you wanted to get to know me outside of work?"
"Yeah…I thought that was the plan for this vacation?" I could feel her sigh against my back. Then she slid her arms up, and rubbed her open hands against my chest. Dios mío, I don't know if I want to stop to visit Mama and Papa now.
"How would you feel about making a quick stop to meet my parents?" I already knew they would love her. They did love her already because of what I've told them about her.
Papa knew I was headed for commitment before I did. He asked me one day, "When do we get to meet this woman who holding your heart my hijo?"
"Huh? Papa I don't…" I was totally confused as to how he'd come to that conclusion. He interrupted to tell me.
"My son, I know because your face softens when you tell us these stories of her, when one of the others mentions her name. And you are not playing with your little mujeres like you have for years." He said as his eyes twinkled. Bombshell would definitely see the family resemblance. If I could get her out here.
"I would love to meet them. You have spent so much time with my family, it's like you've always been there." She said yes but I felt her stiffen up before she answered.
"What is it? Tell me."
"Could we go to your place first? I really just want to decompress with you for a couple of days. No one else. Just us." She explained.
"That's a great idea. I didn't want you to think I was avoiding introducing you to them or that I would keep their whereabouts away from you. But I'm looking forward to being alone with you." He felt her relax at his agreement.
"I don't want your family to be disappointed that I'm not Latin? Will it be alright; I don't want to cause problems. I don't speak Spanish, what if they don't approve?" She was getting a little worked up about this. I could feel the panic through the mic.
"They already love you. All we have to do is say "hola" and "adios" because we'll still be on our way to vacation somewhere. If you want to stay longer we can. But we will leave the moment you feel uncomfortable." I felt her nod but she said nothing more.
"I can teach you some Spanish if you like, Amante." Lester added but Stephanie could hear the playboy timbre of the words.
"Really, I would like to learn more than those you may find helpful for me to know in the bedroom Santos. Maybe Hector would be a better teacher?"
"Me encantaría nada más que para mostrar lo que los amantes de América puede hacer-" Lester purred in his lowest voice.
Lester's POV
We got cranked up listening to Paralyze by Finger Eleven. We were so close to the place I was ready to get of this hot ride, and under the cool water of a shower.
"Do you want to get off this bike Steph?" I felt her nod then she asked how much farther. Perfect timing we were pulling into the driveway. "Stephanie, welcome to our vacation base of operations." I would have loved to waggle my eyebrows at her. I love to see her blush when I do that.
"This place? Lester, you own this place? It looks like the one they gave away on that HGTV series." She was sexy as hell in her gear but, taking off her helmet and jacket had me imagining her taking everything else off just as slowly. I loved her, but my body's reaction right now was completely physical. I watched her ass sway as she walked away from me to check out the house. It was I could do not to go all caveman on her, and take her right there in the front yard. As it was I had to adjust myself before I could attempt getting the bike parked for the night.
"I'll park the bike, grab our bags, and be right there with the key."
"This isn't the place I saw on TV, but it just looks like it right? I mean that one was in California."
"Yeah, I know the one you're thinking about. My sister, Marisol is married to an architect. He designed this for me years ago, long before that show. He was one of that production company's consultants. The interior is actually very different but they liked the form and style of his work." I held the door open for her. Damn, she brushed against my forearm with her breasts. Then she looked at me through her eyelashes."
"Want the tour or a shower first?" Shower, shower, shower. I was chanting to myself.
"A shower sounds tempting. You wanna join me?" She asked but I was already lifting her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry to the master bath.
"Is that a yes?" She giggled.
"Me dio un sí rotundo, Amante. I can't wait to share this shower with you." I carefully helped her stand.
Stephanie's POV
Lester arms worked up my sides removing my t-shirt with them. He caressed my shoulders as he slipped the straps of my Fredrick's of Hollywood ice blue bra off. His hazel eyes darkened and I peaked to see just how much he was affected.
"Oooohh, let's get these jeans off of you." I slipped my fingers into his waistband to release him. I opened the button and slid the zipper carefully down. As I removed them I knelt to drop a little kiss on his tip. I couldn't resist a little lick nor the urge to wrap my mouth around him and taste. He got harder with my mouth around him and I moaned at the feel. He answered my moan as he threaded his fingers through my hair and made some other noise I couldn't identify. Then he was helping me stand. He kissed my mouth hard.
He cleared his throat, "Bonita, I think we need to get in the shower now. I want you to keep that up, but I also want to feel you pulsing around me. I want to make love to you Stephanie." He brushed a stray curl off my face, and rubbed his thumb across my cheek. "I want to show you how well we can fit together in every way. Not just as partners at work or as friends but as lovers. I know I can please you, Beautiful. Please let me show you.
I couldn't agree more. Lester kissed me again and I sure as hell kissed him back. I was standing in possibly the best shower ever. I don't remember taking off the rest of our clothes but they were not in here with us. Seriously the man has skills, and I was about to experience some of the most gratifying.
The shower was anything but clean before we actually washed up. Neither of us could stand by the time we were to pruned to stay in the water any longer. My voice was hoarse from the screaming he elicited with his talented mouth, and various other body appendages. Lester had me every way he could I think against the cold tile, on the bench, under the multi spray jets, on his knees, me on all fours. I think I could get used to this man's through treatment. He was like the energizer bunny. Don't think he'd like the analogy, but the brain's a little mushy right now. I'll work on something worthy of his stamina. Yes I think I gave as well as I got, at least he looks sated.
"Yes, you did. Very well to, I didn't know you would be such a little vixen. I am more than satisfied.
Translations
dale! -slang-Pit Bull says this all the time it basically means lets do it
mami-slang-sexy, baby
Amante-lover
Dios mío-my God
hijo-son
mujeres-ladies
hola and adios-hello and goodby
me encantaría nada más que para mostrar lo que los amantes de América puede hacer- I would love nothing more than to show you what Latin lover's can do
me dio un sí rotundo, -he gave me an emphatic yes
bonita-beautiful