Kill Shot (Code 11- KPD SWAT Book 6)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I blushed. “He didn’t say that…exactly.”

  “Oh, I can’t freakin’ wait to hear how this pans out!” Reese gushed, smiling widely. “Bennett’s such a sweetheart. And that girl of his…don’t let her get to you. She likes to test out Bennett’s women. Most of them don’t stick around because his daughter’s a vicious little she-devil. Once you get past her act, though, she’s very sweet.”

  I raised a brow at that.

  “I just saw her, actually. She wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she was very sweet,” I admitted.

  They looked at each other. “Were you going out on a date with him?”

  I shook my head. “No, I wasn’t. She threw a French fry covered in ketchup over to the booth I was sitting at. It landed right in my lap. Which was pretty good aim since I was wearing white pants. I’m sure you can guess what it looked like once my best friend, Melissa, tried to clean it off.”

  They were all giggling.

  Everyone, or at least every girl I knew, had a similar phobia of wearing white pants and her period coming.

  I had to admit it was fairly embarrassing to walk out with that on my crotch, even if I did have a large jacket covering the stain. The entire restaurant had seen me with it, so I knew they were staring as I left.

  I saw the waitresses giggling about it, too.

  I might have been twenty six years old, but I wasn’t immune to gossip. I still got embarrassed.

  “What do you do, Lennox?” Georgia asked.

  I turned my eyes to the brown haired woman with the hot pink undertones in her hair, and smiled. “I’m a PA.”

  “Like a publicist, or a physician’s assistant?” Reese asked, taking a drink of her coke.

  “Physician’s assistant,” I answered, reaching into the middle of the table for some peanuts.

  The women looked at me in surprise.

  “What?” I asked, cracking open a peanut.

  “How old are you?” Blake asked in disbelief.

  “Twenty six,” I answered honestly. “And yes, it is young. I graduated college really early. I practically had all of my credits to graduate with my associates in biology before I got out of high school at seventeen.”

  “Ahhh,” Reese said. “That makes sense now. How’d you meet Bennett?”

  I would’ve answered, but a particularly upbeat song came on the radio, and my eyes widened in disgust. “Do y’all know what this song means?”

  They blinked. “No. What?”

  “Google ‘Truffle Butter’ on urban dictionary,” I said.

  I’d thought the song was pretty awesome myself until I looked up the meaning one day after Melissa did much the same as I’d just done to the ladies in front of me.

  “Oh, my God! That’s disgusting!” Mercy groaned.

  “That’s just unsanitary. Everybody knows that if you go from the ass to the vagina during intercourse that it’ll cause an infection. Why would you write a song about something so yucky like that?” Memphis asked in horror.

  I’d been, and still was, of much the same opinion.

  According to the urban dictionary, truffle butter was the substance that built up when a man stopped using the asshole and went directly to the vagina without cleaning anything in between holes.

  Personally, I felt that it was a UTI and a yeast infection waiting to happen, so I couldn’t even find the song remotely entertaining anymore. Not with all my medical background, anyway.

  The music suddenly cut off, and I was thankful. I changed the station every time I heard it, too.

  “Well, that just ruined this station for me. I’ll have to wait until it’s not popular anymore,” Reese said, making a gagging gesture with her hand.

  “What’s wrong with the station you were listening to, baby?” A blonde man wearing a skin tight black t-shirt and dark washed jeans, asked.

  He was tall. And big. Really big.

  He had a beard, much the same as all the men I’d realized.

  Was that a requirement to be on the SWAT team?

  “Nothing,” Reese said. “I’ll tell you later. Luke, I’d like you to meet Bennett’s guest, Lennox.”

  His hard eyes turned to me, studying me with the eyes of a seasoned cop.

  Finally, though, he smiled and offered me his hand.

  “Nice to meet you,” he said cordially.

  I offered my own, and we shook.

  His hand practically engulfed my own.

  “You too,” I said, nodding my head at him.

  “Dinner’s here if y’all want to come to the back and eat,” Luke said, turning his gaze back to his wife.

  She smiled and stood. “About time.”

  He threw up his hands. “I said I was sorry! How many times do you need me to say it, woman?”

  I blinked at the sudden outburst, but Reese didn’t seem to be affected in the least.

  “That was only your first time apologizing, you big shit. I told you not to leave that bag of food out! Now I’ll probably get home to massive piles of vomit and dog shit throughout the house. Not to mention there was chocolate in there! If my dogs are dead, you’re totally going to see the edge of my tongue,” Reese spat.

  I raised my brows, but was surprised when Luke had a comeback almost immediately.

  “I’ll have the edge of your tongue later regardless. I’ll just be putting it to better use than you’re willing to do at this moment in time,” he growled, looping his arm around her hips and pulling her roughly to him.

  I chose that moment to silently slide off my stool and disappear out the side door from where I’d entered.

  I was surprised when I ran into the chest of Bennett, who’d been coming in the moment I was trying to leave.

  “Hey,” he said, looping his arm around me much the same as Luke had just done to his wife. “What’s the rush?”

  I pointed to the couple that still had their tongues buried down each other’s throats, and said, “The air was getting a little too clogged with hormones in there. I had to leave before it got contagious.”

  He laughed and twirled me around until I was facing the opposite direction,

  “You want some pizza?” He asked.

  I nodded. “Is there any with anchovies?” I asked in hope.

  He curled his nose up at me in disgust. “There most certainly is not.”

  I pouted.

  “Anchovies are my favorite,” I admitted.

  He made a gagging gesture with his pointer finger, and led me into a room beyond the large warehouse where four long tables had been set up.

  One of them held the pizza and drinks, while the other three held rolls of paper towels, and unopened cans of coke.

  “Where do you want me to sit?” I asked.

  He gestured to the end.

  “The end. That way I’m not cornered on both sides by people wanting to be my best friend in order to get to know you better,” he answered honestly.

  I nodded, thankful he’d come to the same conclusion as me.

  Although I liked the women, it was a little overwhelming to have that many people interested about your every move.

  I was still a very introverted person, and it’d take some getting used to when it came to all of his friends and their well-meaning wives.

  “Sounds freakin’ perfect to me,” I admitted. “Let’s eat!”

  Although I’d be paying for the Pizza later.

  Chapter 6

  Bearded for her pleasure.

  -T-shirt

  Bennett

  “I honestly cannot believe they’re still going at it!” I said in awe. “How does one have that much stamina?”

  “Don’t even get me started,” she shook her head before walking up her front walk. “It’s like he doesn’t know how to control himself.”

  I blinked.

  I wasn’t a slacker when it came to the bedroom, but I literally couldn’t go for six hours.

  I might be able
to do three or four, but six was just ungodly.

  Didn’t one need a water break…or something?

  That question was answered minutes later when the same man I’d seen at the restaurant, when Lennox had stolen my jacket, came out Lennox’s front door with a Gatorade in his hand.

  “Paxton!” Lennox gasped. “What are you doing in my house?”

  The man, Paxton, grinned. “I was all out of Gatorade.”

  I blinked.

  That was a good reason, I suppose.

  “Then why are you in the front yard when you should be cutting through the back? This is a family neighborhood,” she admonished, looking pointedly at the boxers Paxton was wearing and nothing else.

  Paxton grinned. “Am I corrupting your prudish sensibilities, Lennie-Lou?”

  I snorted. “Lennie Lou?”

  Lennox turned her glare on me. “Don’t start. I hate that name.”

  I held up my hands in surrender.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I agreed.

  She then turned back to Paxton and raised her brow. “Well?”

  He laughed. “Heard you out here. Wanted to see who you were talking to. And low and behold it’s the sexy cop. The same man you called an ass not even a week and a half ago.”

  She looked like she wanted to throttle him.

  When no one said anything more, Paxton grinned, then started walking across the lawn to his front door.

  Lennox, nor I, said a word until we heard his front door open and then close behind him.

  “Colorful neighbors,” I admitted softly, turning my gaze back to her.

  She smiled.

  “Paxton is my best friend. Sometimes, though, he can be a handful,” she admitted. “But he always has my back, no matter what. And he’s the reason I finished school. I owe him.”

  I moved closer to her as she smiled wistfully at Paxton’s house, and was nearly toe to toe with her, when she finally realized I moved.

  She jumped, and pressed into the door at her back, but she didn’t show fear.

  No, what she showed was hunger. Anticipation.

  Which was why I made the move I’d been wanting to make since I’d seen her for the first time in the hospital when I got stitches in my face.

  My lips met hers, and the moment they touched, she ignited.

  Her hands found purchase in the collar at my neck, pulling me closer while she pressed her lower half into me.

  My mouth felt on fire as I took possession of hers. Her tongue tangled with my own, and suddenly my ‘little problem’ turned into a ‘big one’ as my cock throbbed in anticipation.

  “Come inside,” she breathed against my mouth.

  She didn’t have to ask me twice.

  Grasping the keys in her hand, I started to fit random ones into the lock while I pressed her against the door.

  Her legs came up, circling my hips as she started to work her pussy up and down against the length of my cock.

  It was on the fourth key that I finally found the right one, and threw the door open.

  We stumbled inside, her plastered to my front, and me holding her up with my left arm under her ass.

  My fingers started to curl underneath the short fabric of her shorts, playing with the seam of her sex as I worked frantically to hold onto my control.

  She disengaged from me for a few short moments to shuck her tee over her head before she was right back to me, kissing me like her life depended on it.

  “Fuck,” I breathed.

  My cock was ready to explode, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

  Once we were over the threshold, I kicked the door shut carelessly, and it slammed home with a mighty bang before I took her down to her back right there in the foyer.

  She didn’t complain, only moaned into my mouth when her exposed back hit the cold tile floor.

  “You sure about his?” I panted, pulling back slightly so I could see her eyes.

  She nodded. “Just don’t expect me to be at your beck and call. I have a very busy life, and I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”

  I grinned. “Well, it just so happens, honey, that I have a busy life, too. So that works out perfectly for me.”

  She smiled, and then put her hands between us as she slowly hooked her fingers in her shorts.

  I growled as I went up on my arms, moving my lower body so I could look down and watch the sexy way she shimmied out of her shorts.

  Her panties went as well, and suddenly I found her bare to my eyes, and I was seconds away from drooling.

  “I’m on the pill,” she said as she tossed her pants away and then moved to my belt. “Are you clean?”

  I nodded. “Passed a physical not even three weeks ago. I haven’t had a sexual partner in at least four months, either.”

  She grinned. “Good. I had to pass my own physical for my insurance. I’m clean as well.”

  With that, she yanked my belt off, tossing it over her head, and then started on my buttons.

  They came loose with a pop-pop-pop-pop, and she grinned as she pushed my jeans and underwear past my hips.

  My cock burst free of its confines, slapping against her pussy and causing us both to groan.

  “Jesus,” she breathed as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “I was wondering if your cock would be in proportion to your size. And color me surprised to find out it is.”

  I snorted and went down, jeans around my ankles as I hooked my hands around her hips and brought her up to my mouth.

  She gasped in surprise as my mouth found her clit, and I gave a groan of my own as the flavor of her burst across my taste buds.

  She was wet, but the moment my mouth found her clit, her pussy started to leak her excitement.

  I lapped at her entrance, swallowing her wetness as my nose ground down into her clit.

  She latched onto my hair, using the only thing she could, her hands, to press me into her further.

  I chuckled as she started to moan, and forced myself away from her.

  She cried out in disappointment as I moved away from her, but I didn’t waste any time and grabbed her once again by the hips and turning her over until she was on her hands and knees in front of me. Her perfect pussy on display for my viewing pleasure.

  I shuffled forward on my knees until my cock grazed her sex, causing her to look over her shoulder and moan.

  “Please,” she breathed, wiggling her hips in invitation.

  I pressed forward, the head of my cock finding her entrance without help, and slowly started to ease inside of her.

  She was right.

  I was a big man, in all ways.

  Usually, I had to do a lot more prep work to get my length inside of a woman, but with Lennox being so excited, I slid right in.

  Her pussy swallowed my dick whole, sucking it in until I was buried all the way to the hilt.

  The mouth of her entrance was stretched wide around the base of my cock, so full that I knew it had to be somewhat painful.

  But she didn’t complain, only pressed herself backwards to urge me on.

  I’d not been inside someone, bare, since I’d gotten Corrinne pregnant, and I knew, without a doubt, that Lennox’s hot pussy was a million times better than Corrinne’s.

  She was tighter, slicker and hotter.

  Words couldn’t even do it justice.

  “Fuck,” I growled, pumping my hips into her. “You’re so wet…and tight. The grip your pussy has on my cock is amazing.”

  She laughed, causing the muscles in her core to contract, which, in turn, caused her to clamp down on my cock.

  I groaned and moved my hands up from her hips to the tops of her shoulder before I started pulling her back onto my length. Harder and harder, until I was sure I was hurting her.

  She didn’t complain. Not one single time.

  In fact, she was giving just as good as I was, using the muscles in her arms to push back even harder.


  I was thankful when her pussy started to convulse and become slicker, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could make it before I burst.

  She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, and my eyes crossed as she clamped down hard on my cock.

  The orgasm that I was barely keeping at bay slammed through me so hard that I let out a bellow as my cum tore free from my body and shot into hers.

  Hot, long pulses splashed against the insides of her channel, making it slicker as I worked out the last dregs of my release.

  She continued to pulse around me for long moments until, finally, her elbows collapsed under both of our weight.

  I caught myself before I slammed down onto her, moving off to the side as my cock slipped free from her.

  My cock was wet from our combined juices, and the cool air of Lennox’s foyer made shivers trace down my back as I laid on the cool floor next to her, trying to catch my breath.

  “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she admitted breathlessly.

  I snorted. “Same goes, sweetheart.”

  She laughed and turned to her side, my semi-hard cock leaving a trail of wetness on her leg as she turned and tunneled into my arms.

  “I think I lied,” she said after a while.

  The pounding of my heart against her cheek was soothing as I started to run my hand through her hair.

  “What about?” I asked tiredly.

  Although I was uncomfortable as hell laying against a hard floor, I was happy as hell to stay exactly where I was at.

  “You can call me anytime you want more than that. I’ll be there, ready and willing,” she laughed softly.

  Pressing my lips against her head I said, “Gotcha. You and I can be friends with benefits. Use each other and then go home afterwards. The same goes for you. If you need me, I’m here. Sound good?”

  She nodded and leaned her head back until she could see my eyes.

  I looked down at her, studying the freckles on her nose before I settled my gaze onto hers.

  “Sounds like a match made in heaven,” she agreed wholeheartedly. “Let’s start right now.”

  And it was the beginning of a very lucrative relationship. One that involved lots and lots of sex.

  And even though we had to get up early in the morning, both of us having to go to the Truman Smith Walk for a Cure, we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning fucking.