Perfect

Chapter 4

Ranger's POV

I woke up at my usual time but instead of rolling out of bed, I laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the frustration pouring over me in waves. First that asshole Morelli; God I'd love to take that stick from up his ass and beat the shit out of him. And then that fucker, Santos. Now at least him, I could beat and would beat. If that little bastard was even one minute late to the gym this morning, I'd hunt him down and it'd be a long time before he'd be able to climb in a car with a stuck up blonde. Ha, either way, it's still gonna be a long time.

I can't believe it, three days running. I'd been so close only to have the opportunity slip through my fingers. I wanted, planned to bring Steph back here last night, but with Santos sitting in the back seat, still flirting with her, the mood, if there had ever been one, was broken. But I still had tonight, I'd asked her to pick a place, any place, and I'd take her.

Lester had Steph laughing and me seething within two blocks of leaving the restaurant. I glared at him in the rearview mirror, which only cause him to ratchet it up a couple notches. I tried turning the look at Stephanie, but she just turned to me, placed her hand in my hair and started gently combing her fingers through it.

My cock twitched at the memory of how that had felt. Her fingers, quietly sliding down my scalp as her thumb held the strands tight, creating a gentle pull on my hair. I closed my eyes, picturing Steph in my mind and went with the memory. I absently pushed back the sheet and blankets and let my hand stray down my chest.

I ran my finger around the edge of my nipple until the tip turned into a hard little peak. I gave it a hard little twist that had me sucking in a lungfull of air. I paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling and then I let my mind imagine it was Steph running her nails down my chest; up and down, going a little lower with each pass.

When my hand finally wrapped around my cock I wasn't surprises to find it at full length and hard as a rock. I kept my grip loose and slowly ran my hand up the length. When I reached the top I ran my palm over the head, gathering the pre-cum before sliding my hand back down and taking a firmer grip on my shaft.

I kept my strokes long and slow, letting the tension build. And with my eyes still closed I envisioned Steph leaning over me; touching, watching, enjoying. But that was overshadowed by the sudden imagine of Lester flirting with her. With a deep growl, my hand tightened and my strokes became shorter and quicker as with each stroke I thought about the pain I would be inflicting on him.

My balls tightened and with a sudden expel of air from the breath I'd been holding, I felt my hot cum landing on my arched neck and all the way down my belly. Still keeping my eyes closed, I continued to hold and stroke myself, this time with a loose grip, slowing the rhythm until my hand was barely moving.

"Hey man, get you ass out of bed, I've been waiting for you," Tank's baritone came from the open door way.

My eyes flew open, the beautiful visions of Steph and the equally angry ones of Santos disappearing at the sound of his voice.

I stopped the movement of my hand but kept it on my cock in a half-assed attempt to cover myself. "Get out!" I hissed in a low, hard voice. I could feel the heat high up in my cheekbones.

"Didn't get yourself any again, huh?" he almost giggled, not making any effort to leave the room.

"Fuck you!"

"You, know, I'd tell you to fuck yourself, but looks like you already did," and with that the belly laugh started, doubling Tank over and causing his eyes to tear up.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Room." I slowly and loudly annunciated each word.

"Come on, Little Man, it's all good," Tank tried to placate me, wiping the moisture from his face.

"Little Man?" I queried, my voice taking on a quietness that usually had men quaking in their boots.

"He he, you're not bad, but face it, Rangeman, you ain't got no little Tank there."

I thought about taking him out; right then and there, but instead I just got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Unfortunately, I could still hear his laughter through the door.

I took my time cleaning myself up. Screw running today, I'd get plenty of exercise with Santos later. And if that wasn't enough, I'd take on Tank too; bastard. My happy afterglow ruined because he couldn't fucking knock.

"Get it under control, mister," I told myself. And after several more minutes under the shower, letting the water pound on my back, and lots of deep breathing, I was ready to face the day.

I threw on some cargos and a t-shirt and headed out to the kitchen. Halfway there, I realized Tank had never left. I could feel myself tensing back up but forced myself to relax and put on my blank face. No way was I going to let him see that I was bothered.

"You still here?"

"Yup, just thinking about my weekend plans." He replied cheerfully.

"What plans? You're on the schedule for this weekend."

"No, no I don't think I am. I'm thinking I'll take Lula down to the ocean."

I didn't like his attitude and I knew he was on the schedule, I had just written it two days ago. "You might want to rethink that." I glared down him. "You are working this weekend," I ordered.

"No rethinking to do. Should be nice weather and even if it isn't, we'll still find plenty to do." He stared back, not giving.

Fuck, I couldn't let him get away with this. I walked over to him and stared down at him.

He stood up, giving him the advantage. He was close enough that I now had to look up to meet his eyes. Giving me a big smile, he shook his head, "Nuh, uh, I think you'll even be giving me Monday off too, unless of course you want me to let the guys know what I saw" he replied as he made a jerking off motion with his right hand. "Little Man."

Reflexes kicked in and I dove at him. He was so busy amusing himself he wasn't ready for my attack and we both went over the backside of the couch. I was able to twist a bit so that he ended up on the bottom. I quickly covered him with my body trying to grab his arms so I could flip him so he was face down, but I didn't have him pinned yet and with a heave he had me rolling into the dining room chairs, causing two of them to tip over.

It gave him time to get on his feet before I launched myself at him again. My weight pushed him hard against the wall, knocking a picture loose so it dropped to the floor with a crash. It barely registered.

He quickly grabbed me in a headlock and reversed our positions so that I was against the wall. I felt my feet leave the ground and breathing became difficult as he slowly cut off my air.

"Little" he grunted out "Man."

"Fuck you," I hissed out.

"Give," he replied, applying more pressure.

Neither one of us heard the door open and Ella's happy "Good morning."

"No," I barely whispered as with the last of my strength I broke his hold and pushed him hard away from me, right into Ella's cart.

It was like watching things in slow motion. He hit the cart, which promptly went over sideways. His feet tangled up in the wheels and he went over backwards on top of the cart. The look on his face was comical but the jarring sound of a bone snapping made it no laughing matter.

It took me just a second to regain my composure.

"Ella, call Bobby and have him come up here right away."

Her eyes wide, Ella quickly moved into the apartment and went for the kitchen phone. I could hear her talking to the control room.

Deep laughter had me glaring at Tank.

"I think I might take Tuesday off too."

"Fuck."