Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I couldn’t see much, though, and that was probably the saving grace in the entire act. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have been that excited.

  He grinned. “One of the good things about my truck, Memphis, is that they can’t see in here. In fact, I could do anything here, and nobody would see. The windows are tinted. I could turn on a flashlight and they wouldn’t even be able to see that. Plus, you’ll be the one doing all the work. So, unless you go all crazy on me while you ride, they won’t be able to tell by the truck rocking, either.”

  He grinned devilishly at me as he pushed me off his lap and turned me around.

  I was leaning forward awkwardly, staring out the window at the brick of the building when he ripped my pants down my legs.

  He moved, running his tongue down my slit, plunging straight inside of me, making me rock backward to meet the thrust.

  My thighs clenched involuntarily, moving and rotating, trying to get more of him inside of me.

  It didn’t work, because his tongue was only so long, but his motive at that point was to get me extra wet. While he’d been busy between my thighs, he’d also been busy between his own.

  Pulling his cock out and holding it straight up.

  Guiding me down slowly, he pushed me down onto his lap, allowing the thick head of his cock to penetrate my opening.

  In slow, excruciatingly pleasurable thrusts, he filled me to capacity.

  I felt full.

  Almost on the brink of too full.

  Except he took control as he always did, moving me up and down on his cock, allowing me to just lay back and enjoy the ride.

  Which I did, laying my head against his chest, enjoying the way he filled me so completely.

  “Ah, yes,” he growled, hands tightening on my hips as I clenched down on him.

  His lips found my exposed throat, licking and sucking, while I circled my hips.

  I could do nothing else, though.

  Not with the way he dominated the entire situation.

  Something I absolutely loved.

  Which showed in the next moment when his cock hit that place inside of me, the one that had me on the verge of orgasm.

  Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, slowing down slightly.

  I squealed, “Don’t stop! Oh, God, harder!”

  He growled, pulling me down so hard that I swear I felt it in my throat.

  It was what I needed, though, because I came. Hard.

  Eyes closing, I hissed as my orgasm rushed over me, filling me to the brink of overflowing.

  He, however, didn’t come, only kept it up until my orgasm was coaxed out of me fully.

  Pulling out of me, he panted for a few long moments while I collapsed on the seat next to him.

  He leaned sideways into me so he could get into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his pager.

  He scanned it and gritted his teeth at what he read.

  “SWAT?” I asked quietly.

  He nodded and bent his still hard dick down until he could fit it into his pants.

  Zipping them up, he opened the other side of the truck’s door and ushered me out.

  Good thing I already had my pants on, or he’d have kicked me out without them on.

  Well, not really, but it didn’t do anything to help my mood that I’d been in before.

  The orgasm was blissful, don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t erase the fact that I was still mad at him.

  Nor the fact that I hadn’t even come down from the high of my orgasm before he’d pulled me off and practically pushed me out of his truck.

  I knew it was selfish. I knew I should be more considerate, but I didn’t like being used, and that was exactly what it felt like was happening.

  Fuck, but even my hair was a mess. He’d left me with the ‘just fucked’ look. The one that I despised.

  Kissing me on the cheek, he walked around the front of his truck while I walked around the back. I watched him pull away, tingling still in the pit of my belly, as I walked to my car, and then eventually went home to my empty apartment and its new freakin’ wall.

  ***

  Downy

  I wanted to throw up.

  Today had been my first official hostage negotiation, and I’d thoroughly bombed it.

  So thoroughly that a five-year-old was dead, and I was to blame.

  “You okay, man?” Bennett asked.

  I nodded. “Fine.”

  He watched me for a long couple of seconds before nodding and heading to his own locker to get out of his gear.

  I’d already gotten out of mine, mostly because I hadn’t gone in with the rest of the team. I’d stayed behind to talk to the man who had been holding his daughter hostage.

  When he left, I didn’t even notice.

  I was too lost in my own thoughts and failures to pay attention to the comings and goings of the team. The team who had to go in to a debriefing from having witnessed the gang-style killing of a five-year-old.

  I was by myself for maybe ten more minutes before Chief Rhodes came in carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of Dixie cups.

  He grabbed a chair as he entered, pulling it up until he was directly in front of me.

  His eyes were downcast as I searched his face for a hint of his mood, but it gave me nothing.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “Your captain sent me over to keep you company.”

  Fucking Luke.

  He always knew when his team members needed help.

  Now, though, I was a little less than willing to take his mothering. I just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

  “Can you tell me about what happened?” he asked.

  I just shook my head.

  No, I most assuredly did not want to talk about it. Not now, and not a week from now.

  Which was why I was avoiding going home to the woman who would make it her mission to find out what was wrong with me.

  So, he took me at my word, poured me a shot, and sat with me so I wasn’t alone.

  He sat with me so long that nearly half of the bottle was gone before I even realized it, and I was well on my way to being smashed.

  It was good, though, because the sick death rattle of that little girl’s last breath didn’t bother my drunk brain anywhere near as bad as it did my sober one.

  Score one for me.

  Chapter 14

  There comes a time in a woman’s life that she just has to pull her big girl panties up and show the men how it’s done.

  -Thought for the day.

  Memphis

  I knocked on the door to Downy’s home, his house, not his apartment, feeling like a complete fool.

  If he’d wanted me there, he’d have called me, right?

  That’s what I’d been telling myself for the last four days.

  He’d called me only a handful of times, and I was beginning to get the distinct feeling that he was ignoring me.

  The only reason I knew about the party that was going on now was because Reese, Luke’s wife, asked me to come over and hang out with her while the men had their weekly talk about ‘team morale’ with the SWAT team.

  A pretty blonde opened the door with a wide smile.

  She looked uncannily similar to Reese, so I assumed she must’ve been the sister that Reese was telling me would be here.

  “Hi!” she said perkily.

  I smiled, although I was sure it didn’t reach my eyes. “Hi.”

  “Can I help you?” she asked, still not letting me in.

  “Yeah, my name’s Memphis. This is…” She opened the door fully.

  “Oh! I’m sorry! My name’s Tru. I was just told to see who it was by Downy. He wasn’t expecting anybody else.” She smiled. “Reese has told me a lot about you.”

  Not Downy, but Reese.

  Lovely.

  I smiled, but I was sure it was more of a grima
ce. “Thanks.”

  I was put off guard when I entered and saw that there was new wood flooring in just ten short days.

  There was a new coat of paint on the walls as well. A rich, dark brown the color of melted chocolate.

  “Looks nice, doesn’t it? Trance, my husband, and I helped paint the walls this past weekend. And he had the floors done just yesterday. It’s coming together quite nicely.” Tru smiled.

  My heart sank. “Hmm.”

  Why hadn’t he called me to help paint?

  I’d been off from the diner that day, as well as yesterday.

  I’d only gotten a cursory text from him, too.

  I could’ve helped paint!

  Trying to not let my anger show, I followed her dutifully into the house, through the living room that looked like it’d received a lot of attention this week, too, and out to the back patio.

  Downy was at the grill, while everyone sat on various pieces of outdoor furniture that was also new.

  It looked to be something a woman would pick out, though, just based on the color choices.

  I knew instantly Downy hadn’t picked it out. He was a brown man. He dealt in shades of brown.

  What he didn’t do was choose bright colors like red and white.

  Those just weren’t him.

  Which was why I never saw him in clothes that had any personality to them. He was a plain black, white, or gray.

  There was no branching out, and those cushions were definitely outside of his comfort zone.

  He clocked me the moment I stepped outside and immediately locked down.

  His face had been impassive before, but now it was downright blank.

  No expression in his eyes. No nothing.

  I hesitated when I started walking toward him, which made a flare of anger spark in his eyes.

  My escort had left, though, going into the arms of a blonde man off to the side of the yard.

  What did happen, though, was a very excited Mocha came up to me and started leaning into me with her big body.

  I gave a fleeting smile and bent down to scratch Mocha’s ears.

  “Hey, sweet baby. How are you doing?” I asked her.

  She licked my face, going to town. “Oh, I know. I missed you, too.”

  A clearing throat had me looking up to find Reese and Luke looking down at me, smiling.

  “Oh,” I said, standing. “Hey.”

  Reese smiled, as did Luke. “Hey! I was hoping you’d be able to come!”

  Reese’s declaration made me a little more comfortable about being there, but not enough to totally hide the fact that I could tell that Downy most assuredly did not.

  “No problem. I’d do anything to help… when I can, that is. I needed a break from studying anyway,” I admitted, eyes going back to Downy who now had his back to us as he flipped, what looked to be sausage, over on the grill. “Just let me go say hi real quick, and we can get started.”

  She nodded and turned into her husband’s arms, smiling up at him.

  Which caused my heart to turn over.

  I wanted that.

  I wanted what they had.

  I didn’t want to have to worry that my boyfriend didn’t want to see me when I showed up out of the blue like I was doing now.

  I walked up to his back, stopping about two feet from the right side of him, and said, “Hey.”

  He looked up and nodded his head. “Hey.”

  My stomach clenched. “Are you okay?”

  He shrugged. “I’m doing okay. You?”

  Was this even the same person?

  “I came over to help with the police department bake sale. That’s okay, right?” I continued when he said nothing more.

  He nodded. “Kitchen’s pretty fancy now. You’ll find everything you’ll need in there.”

  Not knowing what else to say, I walked into the kitchen and didn’t look back.

  I worked with Georgia and Reese until nearly eighteen dozen cookies of all assortments were packaged into tins of twelve.

  I’d just met Georgia, Nico’s wife. She was a sweet woman and had a very interesting job as a social worker for an adoption agency.

  She also had two very cute twins who were with their grandparents.

  They were the spitting image of Nico, and I had a feeling they’d probably be heartthrobs.

  What I didn’t do, though, was enjoy myself.

  My mind kept replaying mine and Downy’s relationship.

  Had I overthought the entire thing?

  Was it just sex?

  I mean, sure, it was sex. Good sex at that. But I’d thought it’d been something more.

  But he was treating it as if it were a temporary thing.

  The moment the wall had gone up, something had changed with him. As if he’d only been scratching an itch for that long because of a circumstance.

  It was as if the wall coming down had been the only reason he’d given me the time of day.

  Two hours later, feeling left out and alone, I decided now was a good time to leave. Downy wouldn’t even notice. He was too busy carrying on with the same chick that I’d met before.

  I didn’t really give a shit that she was Reese’s sister. Nor did I care that she was married.

  What I did care about was that he somehow managed to find time for her and not me. The woman who’d been sharing a bed with him… or had before said man had replaced a wall and decided to find other ways to occupy his time.

  Knowing when to say enough was enough, I slipped my jacket over my shoulders and started walking toward the front door, going unnoticed by everyone in the room.

  I opened the door, swinging it wide, and was surprised to find a man standing there with what looked to be a young, gangly teenager glaring daggers at the man.

  My guess, it was because the older man had the boy by the collar of the shirt, and he was fisting it so hard that it was digging into his neck.

  “Yes?” I asked, eyeing the man with a raised brow. “Is there a reason you have to hurt him?”

  The man sneered at me. “Do you know who I am?”

  I shook my head. “No. But that doesn’t mean you need to be hurting this boy. Let him go. It’s probably really hard to breathe.”

  The man let the boy go. “My name is Ronnie Prescott.”

  I raised my brows as if to say, ‘and,’ which caused his face to go a little darker shade of red.

  “Uh, huh,” I waited for the explanation.

  “Jonah was on my property looking for his brother. His brother, however, does not live on my property, and the next time I catch him trespassing I won’t be nice and bring him back.”

  With that lovely statement, Ronnie Prescott left, taking his ugly loafers and three-piece suit with him.

  I turned to the boy.

  He looked a lot like Downy, except he had brown hair.

  He had the freckles. The eyes. The same pretty blue ones that I’d seen on another woman for the last half hour, were Downy’s as well. Which only made the ache in my heart I was experiencing even worse.

  “You okay?” I asked, stepping out into the night.

  He nodded. “I’m okay. I was on my way to a friend’s house, and my car broke down about a mile that way.”

  My eyebrows creased. “Aren’t you fifteen?”

  At least that was what I’d thought Downy had said. Fifteen wasn’t old enough to drive a car.

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  “And you’re driving?” I asked.

  He nodded, and I closed the door.

  “Did you want to go in there? You’re more than welcome,” I said, stepping down from the steps and walking toward my car. “Or I can give you a ride to wherever you need to be. I don’t have anything better to do.”

  His shoulders slumped in relief. “Would you? That’d be great.”

  Huh. So he didn’t really want to see his brother. Interesting. ‘Cause neither did I.

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bsp; I nodded and gestured to the POS, as I liked to call it. “Get in.”

  Once we were down the road a little ways, I saw the broken-down car.

  It was a beater nearly the same as mine.

  “What, did you go find a car on the side of the road and buy it for a steal?” I teased.

  He nodded. “Yes. That is exactly what I did. How did you know?”

  I shrugged. “I did the same thing.”

  As I said it, I ran my hand down the cracked and broken dash lovingly.

  He gave me his first genuine smile I’d seen on him in the ten minutes I’d known him.

  That wasn’t like Downy.

  Downy was always smiling.

  Well, except for today. I didn’t think I’d actually seen him smile today, which was unusual for him.

  He was normally so happy and upbeat, but today I’d guessed his missing smile had to do with the fact that I’d crashed his party.

  Whatever the fuck the problem was, I was out. I couldn’t do it anymore.

  I was fairly positive that my heart was broken, too.

  “Where am I going?” I asked.

  He pointed in the direction past Downy’s property. “My friend lives at the end of this road, about two miles down. I wasn’t really going to see Downy. I was just cutting through his property to get to Tim’s.”

  I nodded and pulled onto the street, following his directions before I came to a stop just at the bottom of the drive.

  “Do you want me to take you all the way up there?” I asked when I saw a boy on a four-wheeler waving at him.

  “No, I’ll get out here. Thank you,” he said, tossing me a smile before he got out and started running toward the boy.

  The boy grinned and gestured to the back of the 4-wheeler, which caused Jonah to quickly jump on and slap his friend on his back.

  The boy took off, raising dust and rocks in his wake, causing me to smile for the first time in nearly four hours.

  Ahhh, to be young again and not have a care in the world.

  Now it was back to reality for me.

  The reality where Downy no longer belonged to me.

  Chapter 15

  A girl always judges her men after her daddy. Lord help you if that man is a biker, ‘cause you’ll never fill his shoes.