Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “Next time, don’t take that thing off when you plan to go all he-man on me, okay?” she asked, rolling me until she was straddling my hips.

  I held the base of my cock and pointed it straight in the air, groaning incoherently when she sank down. Her pussy magic taking hold of me once more.

  “Yes ma’am,” I managed to get out, urging her to move faster by placing both of my hands on her hips.

  She giggled, but complied with my urging, riding me fast and hard.

  The orgasm that I felt gathering in my balls earlier started to boil up my spine once again.

  “Play with yourself,” I ordered her, watching as she did so.

  Her hand dipped down to touch the base of my cock as she moved up, gathering her juices.

  Then she dragged those fingers up to her clit and started making quick, frantic circles.

  “Yes,” she said, throwing her head back.

  I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, the muscles in my belly tensing when she started to contract around me.

  Then she let out a strangled scream and ground her pussy down into me. Hard.

  “Oh, goddammit. Your pussy. Ugh,” I growled, jackknifing up until I was sitting up.

  She laughed breathlessly as I started slamming her down onto me, breath leaving both of us in a rush as I finally came, cutting off both of our air supplies when I slammed my mouth down onto hers.

  My cum left my cock in a rush, spurting into her tight sheath so hard that I thought my spine had ripped out right along with it.

  After our movements became less frantic, she raised her mouth from mine, and looked me in the eyes as she said, “See? Dumb.”

  I leaned forward and nipped her lip with my teeth.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said, slapping her ass then squeezing it tightly. “I don’t see you complaining, though.”

  She glared. “Yet. You don’t see me complaining, yet.”

  Chapter 27

  The most deadly mammal on the planet is a silent, smiling woman.

  -Note to self

  Blake

  One month later

  “What is it?” I asked Foster with a smile.

  He pushed the box closer to me until it touched the tips of my knees. “Just open it.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him, looking around the living room with my family surrounding me, and smiled.

  It was a genuine smile.

  Not one of the fake ones I’d been trying to pass off as real ones.

  Everything was finished.

  The people who’d been involved with the shooting of my father were caught, and I was free to live my life.

  Although it didn’t necessarily feel right still, because a day never passed that I didn’t want to tell my father something.

  “Just open it. I promise you’ll like it,” he said in exasperation.

  Grabbing the knife he was holding out to me, I split the tape and slowly opened the box.

  Whatever was in it was wrapped in hot pink tissue paper, making it impossible for me to see what it was.

  Standing, I bent over the huge box and unwrapped the paper.

  The first thing I saw was the Texas State Trooper emblem on the front of blue fabric.

  Looking at Foster sharply, I reached inside the box and took out what looked to be a blanket.

  But I caught the very edge of it, which enabled the fabric to unfold itself, revealing the beauty inside.

  “Ohh,” I breathed, tears immediately stinging my eyes as I took it all in. “Oh, my God, Foster.”

  Turning to him with tears in my eyes, I threw myself at him.

  “It’s beautiful,” I declared loudly through my tears.

  Foster’s mother took the fabric from my hands and held one end out to Miller.

  “Here, dear. Hold this so she can see it.”

  I turned as a sob caught in my throat. “Oh, Foster.”

  It was a quilt of epic proportions.

  King-sized, most likely, and it was made of t-shirts. All of them my fathers.

  Uniforms, his favorite shirts, even what looked to be pieces of his bulletproof vest.

  “Oh,” I cried. “God, it’s so beautiful.”

  I may have been a tad bit emotional, but it was the best present I’d ever received.

  I walked forward, trailing my hand along the direct middle square.

  It was my dad’s uniform. The one I saw him in every other day for the entirety of my life.

  The patch above his heart declaring him a Texas State Trooper, was absolutely stunning.

  Then there was the t-shirt we got from Sea World when I was fifteen, when the dolphin sprayed him with a mouthful of water.

  Or the one from Destin, Florida where I made him get a spray painted t-shirt of a turtle.

  That had been one of my favorites.

  My dad had always been a pretty fun guy. Not caring in the least about what anyone thought. He only cared that his daughter was happy.

  Then I got to the very last one.

  The shirt that I’d last seen him in.

  It was a simple faded black tee, but it meant the world to me.

  I’d cried on my dad’s shoulder, and he’d hugged me and told me he loved me.

  Forever that would be in my memories. Especially now that Foster had gotten me such a beautiful memento of my father.

  I turned to him, but he wasn’t where I was expecting him to be.

  Instead, he was on the floor, down on one knee.

  He had a small velvet box in his hand, and he was looking at me with his heart in his eyes.

  He had yet to strip out of his uniform, so his clothes were still stained with dirt and debris from what I could only assume was a scuffle, but would never have the guts to ask because I honestly didn’t want to know.

  As long as he came home safe at night, I wouldn’t be asking. It was better not knowing.

  If he wanted to talk about it, it would be a different story.

  I’d always listen. For him, I’d do anything.

  “My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Foster teased, drawing my eyes from the floor to his face.

  I grinned. “Yeah, I know. I was debating on whether or not I wanted to ask you what you did to get so dirty.”

  He winked. “A misunderstanding.”

  “What’s that you’ve got there?” I asked, a smile overtaking my face.

  He flipped it open, and my breath caught.

  “It’s pink!” I said laughingly.

  He grinned. “Yeah, I know. I searched high and low for this, and I think I came up with a winner.”

  I was practically bouncing on my feet at this point, so happy I could barely contain the squeal of excitement.

  “Well?” I asked when he took too long to ask the question.

  “Don’t hurry me, woman. I’m trying to ask you to marry me. I just have to figure out what I was planning to say,” he snapped.

  “Yes!” I said exuberantly. “Yes! Let’s do it now!”

  He scowled at me. “I had this all planned.”

  I shut my mouth, eyes going wide as I waited for him to get on with it.

  He sighed and stood. “There’s no reason to do it now. Put it on.”

  I snatched the box away from him, grabbing the bright pink ring.

  It wasn’t the normal engagement ring, but the man knew me like the back of his hand.

  He knew I didn’t like jewelry. So he chose to give me something he knew I would like.

  I’d showed him the things jokingly when I saw it on a website, but he’d taken it to heart and remembered every word I’d said.

  “You remembered,” I whispered, fitting the rubber ring on my finger. “It fits perfectly.”

  He winked. “I listen… sometimes.”

  “Isn’t that made for weightlifters or something?” Mercy asked as she came up to us to look at the ring.

  I held out my hand to her. “Yeah, it is. But it
’s more for an active person. I may not be as active as I used to be, but it’d be perfect if I decided to be the girl version of Arnold Schwarzenegger.”

  Foster choked on his beer that he’d just put to his lips. “You will not become the girl version of him. I’ll have to leave if you ever do. There’s no way I can fuc- ow! I was just teasing! But really, there’s no way I’d be able to sleep with someone like that. I’d be too afraid they’d whip out a dick bigger than mine.”

  Foster’s mom raised her hand for another go around but switched targets at the next thing that came out of Miller’s mouth, hitting him directly upside the head.

  “That wouldn’t be hard to do,” Miller snickered as he twisted away from the blow.

  Foster stomped down with his blade, taking out the toes of Miller’s foot, causing him to scream. “Goddammit! I knew when you did that the other day it wasn’t on accident! That foot thing hurts!”

  Sloan wrapped me in her arms. “Welcome to the family, baby!”

  I hugged her back. “Thank you.”

  “I haven’t heard yes yet. Have you heard yes yet, Dad?” Miller asked loudly.

  Foster glared, and I grinned.

  “I haven’t heard a definite yes, yet,” Micah confirmed.

  I winked and walked up to Foster, throwing my arms around his shoulders. “Do you even need to hear the yes? I’ll give it to you if you do.”

  He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in until I was knees to chest with his. “I think I can figure out that you want my body.”

  My face turned a deep scarlet red, and I pinched him on the shoulder. “Shut up!”

  He grinned unrepentantly and then swung me around in a circle. “Now,” he said. “What are you making me for dinner, woman?”

  I flipped him off and was about to reply when the phone rang.

  Foster broke off to answer it, and I went back to admiring the quilt he’d had made.

  It really was awesome.

  And I would love it forever.

  “Umm, sure. Hold on just a moment,” Foster said weirdly, causing me to look up. “It’s for you.”

  He held the phone out to me, and warily, I took it.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “Um, hi. This… you don’t know me. But I know you. And I’d like to meet you,” a woman’s hesitant voice said softly.

  Chapter 28

  Take a deep breath, you’re home now.

  -Coffee Cup

  Foster

  I walked behind Blake, hesitant to let this happen.

  I knew it was all very innocent, but I didn’t want her to freak out.

  After doing a little digging, I found out just what the woman on the phone had wanted, and if I was right, it was going to make Blake cry. And I hated seeing her cry!

  But I knew she’d want to do it, at least in the long run. So I didn’t tell her what and who she was meeting.

  “Do you think that’s them?” Blake whispered at my side.

  I followed her finger to the corner where a very beautiful young woman and a little boy were playing in the corner.

  “She said she’d be sitting in the corner and she’d be wearing red. I assume that’s her. The little boy that she said would be there is there too.”

  “It’s her, honey. Go over there and talk to her,” I urged, giving her a slight push on the back.

  She gave me a wide-eyed look but nonetheless started walking toward the table.

  Selene Reynolds saw us when we were three tables away.

  Her dazzling smile showed us just how happy she was that we’d come.

  “Blake… Blake Rhodes?” Selene asked hopefully.

  Blake nodded.

  “Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you!” she said politely, offering her hand to Selene.

  Selene smiled. “And this… is this your boyfriend you spoke of?”

  Blake turned her smile on me, dazzling me with its brilliance. “Actually,” she said. “As of two days ago, he’s my fiancé.”

  Selene beamed.

  “That’s wonderful! Congratulations! Sit down, sit down,” she urged.

  We sat on the side of the booth opposite of her and her son, scooting and moving until we got comfortable.

  Which meant Blake was under my shoulder, and her hand was resting on my thigh.

  We were touching from shoulder to knee, as we liked to do.

  We small talked for a while, but it wasn’t long before I could tell Blake was getting anxious. Extremely so.

  She’d never been the best at waiting.

  And right now, with her foot tapping on top of mine, I knew she was near her limit.

  “Selene,” I said, interrupting her question about what we were getting to eat. “If you don’t mind, could you tell Blake why you called? I don’t know how much longer I can keep her curiosity contained.”

  Blake shot me a glare, but Selene only nodded in understanding.

  Turning her gaze solely to Blake, she started speaking.

  “I don’t think you really realize what all you’ve done for me,” Selene whispered, looking over at her son with her whole heart in her eyes. “But I had to tell you. Had to thank you.”

  “Thank me for what?” Blake asked in confusion.

  I tightened my arm around her shoulders as Selene continued.

  “A couple of months ago I called 911 because my son was having a seizure. And you were the one to get the medics there. You were the one who spoke to me, calmed me down enough to get my head on straight,” she whispered.

  Blake looked over at the little boy and smiled. “I remember that. I had wondered how he was.”

  She nodded. “Well, he started out really not well. He was born with a disease where his kidneys don’t do their job right. Over the last few years, we’ve been using all sorts of medications in a vain attempt at helping him, but then he had a setback, and all of a sudden he had renal failure. He was put on a donor list, but we never thought he’d get that bad… but it did.”

  The woman smiled at her son as he interrupted her, holding his page up for Selene to see.

  “It’s beautiful, honey. So beautiful, Holden. Will you draw me another one, please?” Selene said to her son.

  Holden nodded and dutifully got to work on his newest creation.

  Selene waited a moment, watching her son with such love in her eyes that it made my heart long for the same.

  Finally, she turned from her son, looking back at the two of us before settling her gaze back on Blake.

  “Then, a little over a month ago, I got a call in the middle of the night.” A lone tear slipped down Selene’s cheek. “They said.” Her voice cracked. “They said they had a match for Holden, and that I needed to get him to the hospital within an hour.”

  She took a deep breath before continuing.

  Blake’s hand on mine tightened.

  My guess was that she saw where this was going and was bracing herself to hear what she knew was coming.

  “I got him there in twenty. Rushed him up to the floor, practically shoved him at the nurse, and urged her to hurry,” she sniffled. “It wasn’t until much, much later… about four hours into Holden’s surgery, that I heard how we’d come to get the kidney.”

  Her eyes closed, and her words practically cried out her pain as she said, “It was a police officer that’d been in a shooting. He’d been the one to give my baby boy another chance at life.”

  Blake’s breath caught as she started to cry, and I pulled her into my chest, kissing her temple as she wept.

  They were happy tears, though. That I could tell.

  “He’s… he’s alive because of my dad?” Blake croaked.

  Selene nodded. “Yes. Yes, he is. And healthy once again. Something I only dreamed about.”

  ***

  “Do you think my mom would want to know that?” Blake asked me quietly as we were driving home an hour later.

  I glanced at he
r and reached for her hand before saying, “I think she’d like it. Yes, I think you should tell her.”

  Blake’s mother was a bone of contention for us.

  Blake really would rather not have much of anything to do with her since she’d treated Lou so badly before he died, yet I felt that she’d suffered enough.

  No one would know if they’d have been able to work it out, because fate stepped in and changed the course of every one of our lives.

  “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll call her in the morning.”

  “Good,” I said, looking back over at her again to gauge her mood before I breeched the next topic. “You hear about David?”

  She blinked and turned to me, the hue of the red light clouding her face in red shadows.

  “No.” She scrunched up her nose. “What about him?”

  I turned back ahead as the light turned green and accelerated through the intersection.

  “He’s leaving, effective two weeks from Monday. Got a job up north somewhere,” I informed her.

  She stayed silent for a few long seconds; so long, in fact, that I didn’t think she was going to say anything at all. But she surprised me.

  “I’m not ever going to like him again… but that doesn’t mean I want him to have a horrible life.” I caught the shake of her head out of the corner of my eye. “But I’m glad he’s going. He’s got a lot of ghosts in this town.”

  I agreed.

  “So… tomorrow I want to start looking for houses,” I said, tossing her a look.

  She grimaced. “We have a house. Mine.”

  I sighed. “Your house works for now, but I want room to grow. I want to have babies and build tree forts. And your yard is the size of a postage stamp. Wouldn’t you like Molder to have a bigger yard to play in?”

  I knew that’d work. She loved the hell out of Molder. Even though he ate my boots… and the walls.

  “Fine,” she said stubbornly. “But I want a kiln.”

  I snorted. “As if I wouldn’t agree to that. I find that when you’re covered in mud, you’re quite attractive and enticing.”

  She stuck out her tongue. “I already said yes.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  She growled at my comment.

  Luckily we’d just pulled up to her place, where we now stayed.

  Otherwise I would’ve had to endure the silent treatment. Again.