Ranger Ben (A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance)

Bringing me home.

It’s a fair few miles between where I stopped and the Ranger’s station and Ben parks his truck undercover in a sheltered garage before fetching me from the back.

“I’ve got you now,” he reminds me. “But I need to get you inside and secure the building a little better, okay?” he asks.

As if I’d hesitate at his suggestion.

I give a nod, putting on a brave face, grateful now for the blanket covering me, dying inside at the thought of him seeing me in my bra and panties in the light of his fully equipped ranger’s station.

I want to thank him though, I want him to know how much all of this means to me.

How much he means to me. But once he scoops me up and I’m staring up at him, I can only clutch at his shirt, feeling his body ripple under his clothes and watch with a near whimper as his eyes set fast on his next task: keeping me safe.

He carries me up some stairs from the underground garage, looking up at the ceiling, then to the windows before setting me down on a big leather couch in what I figure is his lounge room slash office.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, his thick finger tracking my pulse and his free hand brushing back my hair.

“You’re a little hypertensive,” he observes, biting his lip.

No kidding, doctor love. Maybe if you put that hand a little lower I might have a full-blown cardiac arrest.

He produces a digital thermometer, asking me if I feel up to having a long and warm shower.

“I need to secure this place, shutters, and stuff. You feel up to a warm shower, get your temperature back up?” he asks clinically.

“Or maybe a bath… If you don’t feel up to standing?” he adds.

I can only squeak in agreement, ready to do anything he says. Willing those hands, his scent to be closer to me again.

Wondering what symptom I need to confess to before he can drive his sweet mouth over mine, or those huge fingers into my sodden mound.

But for now, I find myself nodding dumbly. Struck with what I can only guess is more than a crush and unfortunately for me, less than mild hypothermia for my darling ranger Ben’s mind.

Although, his pant bulge betrays him after a while.

It’s like the longer he crouches by my side, pressing a hot hand over mine, the longer that thick, fat line of his own arousal makes itself known to me.

I’ve never even kissed a boy, but I studied anatomy in college, and I know a huge fat cock when I see one, even under wraps for the first time.

It still makes me shiver at the sight.

The very thought of it.

Oh my fucking god!

I sigh again, trying to toss back the blankets, but his hand is on mine, his eyes on mine telling me no.

My lips wanting to tell him just one thing.

Yes. Yes, Ben Yes. Touch me. Feel me. Suck me…

Fuck me.

But he’s so professional, needing to secure the whole building and only after knowing I’m set right on the path to being whole again.

If only he really knew how I felt.

If only I knew how I really felt.

Maybe I am sick, not just lusting after my lifelong crush.

My dad’s best friend?

“Shower or bath?” he asks me again, more forcefully, then thinking to himself, “Or I could just leave you to rest… But I have to secure these windows. We could both be into the basement for days before this night’s through,” he warns.

“Shower,” I squeak. “I can shower and then help you out once I’ve warmed up?” I volunteer.

The thought of being trapped anywhere with Ben for a day, maybe two or more at a time when he’s so prepared for anything is almost too much.

The least I can do is clean myself up and help him out.

“Alright,” he agrees absently. “If you’re sure you can manage,” he says, but I’m already halfway up, my chest almost spilling out of my bra before I remember I’m still half-naked under the blankets.

His low growl of satisfaction.

His eyes darting across my body, the stretch marks on my boobs. My belly. Everything I’d normally be so ashamed of.

When he takes it all in and shows me he likes it with his eyes, a cocked brow. I feel like that wild animalistic girl in the forest all over again.

Like I want him to see me.

Like I want him to touch and fuck me.

All of it. Everything I hate but everything I know he likes somehow. Because he’s a real man. A man of the world.

Without looking past my eyes, Ben helps me up and shows me to a bathroom.

“Plenty of hot water and fresh when we’ll need it, food too,” he assures me.

“Robe is on the door. I’ll be out here securing the windows. Call out if you need me,” he adds with that smile again.