Ranger Ben: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance Page 4

The one thing I know I wanted more than anything.

  Stacey.

  Her name in my mind is like a hot brand.

  I know I don’t just want her. I know now that I love her. Before I’ve even tasted her sweet lips, I know she has to be mine or I’ll go mad.

  She’s a little hypothermic, but a warm shower and plenty of rest, some food…

  Ah, who am I kidding?

  I know what she wants as much as I know what she needs, a damned good dicking is what she needs.

  The thought frightens me as I thrust the heavy bolts on the solid wooden shutters into place.

  As hard and as fast as I picture my own rock hardness driving into her sweet pussy.

  Her thick ass and thighs rippling with each pounding stroke until we’re both spent.

  It’s tight, it’s hard and fast, but she keeps crying out for me.

  Begging me to make her come as much as I come deep inside her every time.

  I almost growl the words by the time I focus on the task ahead, feeling my cock ache terribly as I hear the trickle of water from her shower.

  Stacey. Needs it.

  Stacey. Wants it.

  I’m chanting it in my mind by the time I’m done with the shutters.

  They’re hurricane proof and so’s the whole building.

  We’ve got food, water, and batteries for three months if we need them.

  That shower though?

  The one I know I yearn to watch her take, watching the hot water revive her, spilling over those thick pebbled nipples—

  Stop it. Stop it!

  She’s your best friend’s daughter and she’ll never be interested in an old man like you. Just do your job and get her home safe. Through this storm and then straight home.

  I feel my jaw about to shatter I clench it so hard, reasoning everything I’ve just told myself.

  Preparing myself for the facts.

  I’m a forty year old man for Christ’s sake. I can’t bed or even wed my best friend’s twenty year old daughter… I can’t I just.

  “Ben? Ranger Ben?” I hear her sweet voice calling out for me all of a sudden, catching me off guard, discovering me unzipping my pants again at the thought of those huge, pendulous tits swathed in hot water.

  Those bullet hard nipples under her own caress, like in the forest as she pinched them between her own fingers, red with cold.

  Nipples swollen with her arousal.

  Begging for my intervention.

  I groan loudly, feeling like my own needs are the least of my worries as my fat cock twitches in my pants, but vowing to fill her balls deep with it.

  Promising to empty my seed inside her while she screams my name.

  Ranger Ben.

  Oh, you’ll say that more than once before we’re through. I promise.

  I stagger to the bathroom door, inhaling the steam that’s infused with her scent.

  The whole place feeling better with her in it now.

  “There’s no towels. Can you pass me one, maybe leave it inside the door?” she asks innocently.

  I clear my throat, hoping it’ll clear my filthy mind too, but it’s no use.

  I agree and reach for a couple of fresh towels from the closet, grunting for some reason as I only nudge the bathroom door wide enough to slip them in.

  My eyes meet hers through the steam, and I can see she’s opened the glass screen with the water still running.

  Her face the picture of an angel’s, flushed red with heat and biting her lip in a question.

  Her thick legs turned in onto each other as her whole body seems to shiver before she turns just enough so I can see the fine hair over her mound as if she’s asking me a silent question with her mind.

  Is she good enough?

  Good enough for me?

  I stand staring for a moment.

  Longer than a moment.

  Dumbstruck.

  There’s a stack of towels on the sink already, and I know in an instant she’s led me in to test the waters.

  To try me.

  To tease me.

  “Ben?” she asks, uncertain as I try to turn away.

  But we both know I can’t.

  Neither of us can ignore this thing between us a second longer.

  She moves to get out of the shower, but my hand is up.

  No.

  Not yet.

  “You need to keep warm,” I bluff, pretending to look away but only catching her again in the mirror of the bathroom.

  “Possible Hypo…thermia…” I stammer, almost groaning at the sight of her yearning, youthful body. The sweetness of her lips mouthing my name as she pouts, confused.

  Upset.

  Maybe thinking I don’t want her after all, but I do.

  God knows I do.

  And I will have her. I shouldn’t even think it, but since her graduation I know it’s true.

  Stacey will be mine.

  I open my mouth to tell her as much when I hear the faint crackle of the radio alarm.

  The official radio with an alarm I have to answer as part of my job.

  It’s like a sword cutting through the moment and if I could be anywhere else, if we could be anywhere else, I’d give my life in a moment to just reach out and draw her nakedness closer to me.

  To tell her I love her.

  As stupid as it sounds.

  But I do love her.

  I know it at this moment. It only sounds foolish when I think about other people. But with Stacey, I know what we both want.

  What she needs.

  What I can give her and what we can share together.

  Forever.

  The radio crackles again and I recognize the voice.

  We both do. It’s her dad, Greg.

  My best friend and her worried father. Reaching out to me somehow to try and find out if his baby girl is alright.

  I know the phones are down and he might’ve even tried the satellite phone so far, but hearing the desperation in his voice I feel so torn.

  “You’d better get that,” Stacey says, almost coldly. Shielding her body from me as she draws the glass door closed.

  My heart sinks for a moment, but I feel resolved.

  I’ve done my duty, to my friend and to Stacey. To my service.

  The shifting of the whole roof above me reminds me of the fact we’re not going anywhere in a great hurry, but I have to entertain the painful thought that Stacey and me...?

  Maybe I’m not the only one with ‘storm fever?’

  She’s had a shock and is fragile right now. I remind myself as I make my way to the radio, flicking the alarm switch off and pressing the button on the mike to answer my best friend.

  “Greg? I read you. How’d you get a hold of a radio?” I ask, surprised at the sound of my own voice.

  I sound… guilty.

  Greg chuckles and although there’s some static, I hear his reply well enough.

  “After the phone went dead I headed to the local police station here in town, the sergeant here was kind enough to look up your station’s frequency and patch me through. Although I can only talk for a minute. Where’s Stacey, you found her,” he says, breaking up again.

  I hesitate for a moment, nowhere near prepared in my mind with anything to tell Greg. How could he possibly know I’d found her?

  “Yeah, Greg? I found her. You must be psychic or something?” I try to joke but only notice the strain in my own voice, the ‘tell’ in my tone I hope my oldest friend doesn’t pick up on.

  Greg’s the one guy I could never lie to. The same goes for him. We know each other too well.

  “The sheriff up your way told the sergeant here that he had a run-in with a trucker. Said he saw you bundling a girl into your pick without her clothes on?” he asks in disbelief, almost sounding angry.

  I jump when I feel Stacey’s hand on my arm. She’s fresh from her shower and obviously wants to say hi to her dad.

  “She’s right here,” I stammer, guiding Stacey’s small hand to the but
ton and pressing it down with my own, silently instructing her how to use the ancient radio.

  “Oh, honey!” Greg exclaims excitedly. “I was so worried, and thank god you’re okay. Thank god Ben found you…”

  I try to look down, to look away, but my eyes gravitate towards her thick chest, practically spilling out of the oversized robe of mine she has on.

  My instinct is to brush the hair back from her face so I can see her better, to sit her on my knee and guide her other hand to my aching cock.

  But it’s as though her dad is in the room with us, so I clench my jaw tight and let him speak to his daughter until he says the unthinkable.

  “Honey? If you can stay there tonight and not get in Bens’s way, I’ll drive up tomorrow and get you myself,” he says casually.

  “No!” I hear myself almost shout. “She’s not going anywhere. She’s… Mine.”

  I murmur the last word, barely loud enough for her to hear. But her cocked brow and coy little smile let me know she heard me alright.

  She heard me just fine.

  Chapter Seven

  Stacey

  There’s just something about Ben.

  I mean, seeing him around my dad, I can keep it under control. Not that he’s been to see us together in a long while anyhow, not since I went away to college.

  But now, being alone with him, it’s like I can’t control myself.

  I know he likes what he sees, unless the man has a permanent hard on we never knew anything about.

  The way he looks at me, the way I know he was looking at me in the woods. It brings out the animal in me and makes me want to show off in front of him, give him everything I know he wants.

  Even if I still can’t figure out what an older guy like him could ever see in such a plump, younger girl like me.

  My limited experience with men hasn’t exactly been successful, and college boys don’t count because that’s all they are.

  Nasty little boys who play pranks. Pretending they want a date when all they really want is to humiliate you in front of their friends for a laugh.

  A real man, a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it? That’s what Ben is, so I couldn’t help but feel some more doubt when I showed myself to him in the shower just now.

  It was a spur of the moment decision really, and I’m not sure what I expected him to do. But he cleared out pretty quick, even though my dad was calling him up on the radio.

  Then just when I think he’s really not interested? That feeling he gives off, putting his huge hand over mine, showing me how the radio works.

  Then he freaks when my dad says he wants to come get me.

  He murmurs to himself that I’m his.

  I think for a moment I must’ve misheard him, but no. I know what I heard. I know what I felt passing through his hand too, right into that special place I felt come loose in the woods when he was watching me.

  Oh. My. God.

  Ben recovers himself enough to explain things a little clearer for my dad.

  “I mean, Greg. We have a major storm cell right on top of us right now,” he continues. “…and I just can’t see the forecast telling me it’ll be blown over by morning right now. Plus, I don’t want to worry you, but Stacey has had some exposure to the elements, I’d like to keep an eye on her for at least a couple of days,” he tells him, the smile of satisfaction creasing at the corners of his mouth, beyond his control.

  “A couple of days?” My dad groans, the radio breaking up as we both hear another huge howling rush of wind as it bears down on the station.

  “I gotta go, Ben,” Dad says suddenly. “My time’s up and this guy wants his radio back. Call me. Email me, anything when you know what’s what. And for god’s sake, Ben. Keep my baby girl safe.”

  “Roger that,” Ben drawls, and I chime in a quick goodbye to dad before the radio goes from crackling static to silence once Ben flicks a switch.

  There’s an awkward silence between us, but for me, it feels more like relief until I jump from the thunder again.

  “It’ll stop thundering soon,” Ben tells me ominously. “I think pretty soon we’re gonna hear nothing but howling wind,” he adds, hooking a thumb to the screens behind him, filled with nasty looks swirling shapes over what I know is a digital map of the area.

  A red marker, permanently lit shows our location. I move over to it, tracing the swirl with a finger until I’m covering our spot.

  A shiver goes through me, and I ask Ben if we’ll be safe here.

  “If things get bad, there’s always the basement,” he says confidently.

  “This place is everything-proof, and there’s enough food, water, and power to last months,” he adds, almost boasting as his words have the desired effect.

  I shiver again, thinking of nothing else now except being stuck here with Ben for weeks or even months at a time.

  I almost moan out loud at the thought, willing him to touch me again, wanting to hear him say I’m his again.

  Nothing gives me that tingle inside more than a Ben compliment or command.

  “We should really have something to eat,” he says, staying put in his seat when anyone else might be standing.

  I try not to look or make it so obvious, but once I snatch a glance of the thick, hard line running up the front of his camel colored canvas pants, I freeze on the spot.

  Unable to look away.

  He clears his throat and I wince from how hard I’ve been biting my lip.

  He looks a little flushed, but not from embarrassment. He leans back a little, and as hard as I try not to look again, my eyes dart back to his magnificent cock, which I swear he’s flexing in his pants for my benefit.

  God, it’s huge.

  Like everything else about Ben, it’s big, strong and I can just tell he’d know exactly how to use it to pleasure any woman to the point of unbelievable—

  “Stacey?” he asks, stifling a chuckle. “I asked if you wanted something to eat?” he says wistfully, making me blush now, a hot wave courses through me, prickling over my stiff chest and making my clit brush against the robe I’m wearing.

  I feel giddy as I try not to moan again.

  God this is incredible. I’ve never felt so… Oh Ben, just do something dammit!

  “Aren’t you going to have a shower too?” I ask in a shaky voice. I sit on the edge of the desk, certain my legs will buckle if I try to stand without pressing my legs together.

  “You think I need one?” he asks, sniffing himself, seriously asking me if I think he smells.

  I shake my head, my eyes gravitating back to his groin over and over again.

  “I just thought you might need to...” I start, then imagine watching him as he showers.

  I take in a sharp breath as I picture him undressing, that huge fat cock of his, stiff and bobbing up against his belly as he slips out of his uniform.

  Watching him pleasure his huge, thick organ before inviting me to help him finish.

  I feel faint again, the thought of him like that, knowing how hard he is right now in front of me.

  I swoon a little, almost sliding right off his huge desk before his strong hand supports me.

  “I think we’d better sit you down someplace else,” he says, guiding me in front of him towards the kitchen and setting me down in a chair at the table while he swiftly moves behind the breakfast bar.

  No fair.

  But if I saw that view again, I don’t know what I’d do.

  I’d either faint for real or just yank this robe open, begging him to do something to me, to ease some of this pressure inside my aching pussy.

  “Meat?” he asks, breaking my reverie with a chuckle after I give a glassy-eyed blink. “Uh-huh… it sure is,” reply.

  “I mean, you need to eat some,” he laughs. “You didn’t go all Vegan or something while you were in college?” he asks, and I know he wouldn’t mind if I did.

  I shake my head in the negative, really struggling to focus on anything now, feeling
my heart thunder in my ears, almost drowning out the sound of the rain and wind lashing against the shutters.

  The lights flicker and dim before getting a little brighter, making me look up. Worried.

  “It’s fine,” Ben says soothingly, turning long enough to give me a perfect view of his rear end in those pants as he bends over to reach the back of his icebox.

  “I think a couple of steaks with some leftover potato salad might put some color back in your cheek,” he says absently, and we both know that as much as food is a good idea, there is something else I know we’d each like to have in our mouths right now.

  At least I do.

  What’s wrong with me? This man’s turned me into a wildcat in heat just by existing.

  Ben’s an excellent cook by the looks too.

  I can’t even boil an egg, but he sets to work with the efficiency of a pro chef in fixing us both dinner.

  Once the steaks are sizzling he seems to have recovered himself enough to come out from behind the counter, offering me a bottle of mineral water.

  “Sorry for asking you to grab more towels,” I whisper, our fingers touching as he passes the bottle, making me say the first thing that pops into my head.

  Idiot.

  “I mean, I hope you won’t have trauma from seeing me like that,” I add. Making it worse than it already is.

  I just don’t want Ben to think I’m slutty, because I’m certainly not.

  But I also want to know if he’s maybe put off now. Seeing someone totally naked isn’t always a good thing, I guess.

  At least that’s why I’ve never even look at myself naked.

  Oh, I just dunno anymore.

  “I promised your dad I’d look after you,” he says, holding my eyes with his. They look pained, like he wants to tell me something, but knows he can’t.

  I think we both know what we want to say, but the elephant in the room is my dad and he’s not even here.

  “You’re a beautiful young woman, Stacey,” he says, creasing his lips thoughtfully. He opens his mouth to say something else but thinks better of it.

  I feel like my heart will burst if he doesn’t give me another compliment or just picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, caveman style.

  Food be damned, I could just gnaw on Ben for nourishment.

  Unexpectedly, he turns and goes back to his cooking, not saying another word about it, but I can’t leave it like this.