Say It Ain't So (SWAT Generation 2.0 Book 9)

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by Lani Lynn Vale


  “Melts in your mouth, not in your hands.” I sighed. “Can you hear me now? Good.”

  I opened my eyes and stared at the man that was standing in front of me, looking at me like I was adorable instead of psychotic.

  “Bet you can’t eat just one,” he countered.

  I felt a small smile bloom on my face. “They’re nearly impossible to eat just one. They were one hundred percent right on that.”

  His grin was contagious, and soon my small smile was a full-blown megawatt one.

  “I say weird shit,” I admitted.

  “I think weird shit,” he countered. “Like before I came over, I had this awesome idea to come in and tell you that I couldn’t find my phone, even though it’s at home in my jeans pocket just so I could see you again. I didn’t really think that I’d take it to this point, though.”

  “You mean you didn’t think you were going to come over here and have sex with me?” I asked teasingly.

  He shook his head. “No. I think that definitely exceeds my expectations.”

  I studied him. “I hope that you don’t think you have to do…”

  “Trust me when I say this,” he murmured as he watched me sit on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about nothing else but you for two days. And it’s not the fever talking.”

  I licked my lips that were suddenly very, very dry.

  “Are you…”

  He cupped his hard cock through his clothes.

  “This will always tell the truth,” he told me bluntly.

  She looked down at my erection and bit her lip.

  “Will it?” she asked so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her.

  His hand trailed over my breast through my shirt, and I tried. I really, really did. But the words came out despite my not wanting them to.

  “L’eggo my Eggo!” I cried.

  I slammed my face down into the pillows and groaned.

  Something soft slithered over my back where my shirt had ridden up to expose skin.

  It was then I realized that it was the tie that he’d taken off that he planned to gag me with.

  “I have a condom in the back pocket of my joggers,” he growled. “The moment my cock comes out of my underwear, I’m gonna need to put it on. You have me thinking really bad thoughts.”

  I was too far gone to ask him what ‘really bad thoughts’ he was thinking. If they were anything like mine—wanting him bare, no barriers between him and me—then they were ‘really bad thoughts.’

  I bent over the side of the bed and reached for them, pulling them toward me with fingers that just barely grasped one hem.

  Then I slung the pants in his direction, which he caught and easily fished out the condom.

  “Any last words?” he asked as he laid the condom on the bed and stood up.

  I shook my head, but then I said, “Any last words?”

  He grinned. “Was that a repeat of my question, or an actual question?”

  “Repeat,” I admitted. “Sorry.”

  He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly started to push the band that said ‘Hanes’ down.

  My eyes followed his every movement as my brain went wild.

  It was just too good to be true.

  Things that great didn’t happen to people like me.

  Which was why I smiled, put on a good front, and waited for him to have to leave before I made a promise to myself.

  I would not repeat this.

  Ever.

  This would be my one time. The best sex of my life.

  I would not repeat it again, I repeated to myself.

  Because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy would see that I was different. He would leave. And when he would leave, he’d break my heart right along with it. Then I’d never recover.

  And I didn’t want to live with a broken heart.

  It was easier to end this now than to risk it later.

  That I was sure of.

  “The tie,” I moaned, slamming my eyes shut. “I need the tie.”

  I felt his hands direct me to my back, and then I stared up at him with nervousness.

  ***

  Sammy

  I got on the bed and walked up to her feet on my knees.

  When she didn’t spread her legs for me, I slowly picked up one foot and widened them, all the while keeping my eyes directed solely on her.

  She bit her lip but ultimately didn’t stop me from spreading her legs wide.

  With my eyes on hers, I continued the trek up between her thighs, only coming to a stop when her thighs were snugged up against mine, and my body was hovering over hers.

  Leaning over so that my hands were on either side of her head, I looked down into her face.

  “You can say no at any time,” I said as I slowly leaned all my weight into one arm then dragged the tie up between her breasts with the other.

  Her pupils dilated, and the only thing that she could do was nod.

  “Sit up.”

  She did, and I was forced to lean back, but I knew there were better things to come.

  “Shirt,” I growled.

  The shirt was up and off her body in the next second, and without looking down, I put the tie up to her mouth.

  She slowly opened that mouth for me, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking one last, lingering taste of her before I took the option away… for now.

  Pulling back, I kept my gaze on hers as I slowly wrapped the tie around her face, holding it loosely as I tied it again around her mouth.

  Placing my thumb on her lip, I slowly dragged it open.

  Slipping the tie in between her beautiful lips, I kept bouncing my gaze between her mouth and her eyes, just to make sure that I wasn’t going to freak her out.

  But if anything, things got even more heated.

  Her pupils dilated even more, the cornflower blue of her irises nearly being swallowed by the black.

  “You okay?” I asked as I tightened the knot so it wouldn’t slip from her face.

  She nodded but didn’t try to say anything.

  That’s when she looked down at my cock.

  My very bare, very erect, really need to put that condom on right now, cock.

  A sound of distress left her lips at the sight.

  “It’ll fit,” I promised her.

  She looked at me skeptically, as if she didn’t quite believe my words.

  I grinned and reached for the condom that was still on the bed beside us, then handed it to her.

  “You know how to put a condom on?” I asked.

  She reached for the condom with shaky hands then shook her head in the negative.

  “Take it out of the wrapper,” I said.

  She ripped the condom open and held it in the palm of her hand, looking at me for the next step.

  I gestured toward my cock. “Take it in your hand.”

  She did, and I nearly lost it right then and there.

  The moment her fingers touched me, I knew I was in trouble.

  “Squeeze the head. Hard.”

  She did and I groaned. “Harder.”

  She did it harder, but still it wasn’t enough.

  I wrapped my hand around hers and then squeezed, showing her what I wanted.

  When I looked up into her eyes it was to see them wide.

  “It doesn’t hurt.” I panted as I felt my balls draw up. “Just need to calm down, and I don’t want to accidentally come before we’ve even started the main event.”

  Her teeth came out as she tried to smile.

  I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what I was doing.

  Because, holy shit, this was a fantasy coming to life.

  I barely even knew this woman, and I was seconds away from sinking inside of her.

  “Take the condom and pinch the tip between two fingers,” I rasped.

  She did, letting go of my cock to do it.

 
; My balls swung as she did, reminding me that I was just one smidgeon of lost control away from coming.

  “There,” I said as I opened my eyes. “Press it to my cock, keep firm hold of the tip, and start rolling it down with your other hand.”

  Her eyes met mine for a brief second before she focused once again on her task.

  “Good,” I said. “You can let go of the tip now. Roll the condom the rest of the way down. Right. Good girl.”

  Her eyes met mine once again just before she finished rolling it down my cock the majority of the way, and her lips twitched as sounds came out of her mouth.

  I didn’t know what she said, nor did I even have a hint of a guess at what it was.

  But I chose to think it was something good and not ‘get the fuck away from me.’

  Her eyes were wide and connected with mine as she watched me position my cock at her entrance.

  That’s when it hit me.

  What I’d been failing to remember earlier.

  Earlier, she’d said that she’d only had one sexual encounter, and it hadn’t ended well. Something about her screaming, which had led into the topic of gags, which had then caused my mind to short circuit as I thought about fucking her with my tie between her teeth.

  I froze with my cock head lodged at her entrance and stared into her eyes.

  She wasn’t trying to scream. She was staring at me as if she didn’t quite know what to expect.

  “I…” I halted. “Fuck. I didn’t quite…” I paused, trying to get my words to come to me and they failed me. “Are you…”

  She lifted her hips, urging me on.

  That one little lift of her hips had my cock pushing in just a smidge more, making it to where her pussy was now latched onto my cock.

  I groaned and rested my head on her breastbone, unable to do anything but think about how great she felt.

  “That’s perfect,” I whispered as I gave a silent jerk of my hips, sinking just a little bit deeper.

  Her hands came to my head and she tugged on my hair.

  I needed it cut.

  In fact, I needed it cut so badly that I’d been seconds away from shaving it all off the other day if I hadn’t caught a fever.

  But with her fingers latched onto my hair, I decided that I quite liked the length. It was a perfect handhold for her as she pulled my head back and thrust her chest upward.

  I caught on quickly and suckled her breast, bringing one palm up to cup her flesh and hold it up so I could feed on her nipple.

  “Fuck,” I said as I drug the tip of her nipple along my lower lip. “You make me forget myself.”

  She lifted her leg up and curled around my hip, fucking herself on what little of my cock that I’d given her so far.

  It was enough for me to realize that I had to, for my own sanity, finish getting inside of her.

  Pulling my mouth away from her breast, I rose up onto stiff, shaking arms and kept my eyes on hers as I slowly sank in a little at a time.

  Over and over I pulled out, only to sink just a little bit farther inside.

  Finally, we reached the end, her pussy up snug against the base of my cock.

  Her eyes were wide but not pained, and her teeth were gritted around my tie.

  I would never wear that tie again without thinking about the way she looked while I was inside of her.

  “Fuck, baby. You feel like a fist,” I said as I ground my cock into her. “Like you were put on this earth just so I could sink inside of you and stay for the rest of my life.”

  She smoothed her hands up my chest, eyes on me.

  Then, without warning, she dragged those nails down my chest.

  I hissed and pounded inside of her out of reaction, and a cry left her lips.

  After that?

  Well, after that, things just went… nuts.

  And when I finally came, luckily it was with her screaming right along with me.

  We both lay there in silence as we processed what had just happened. I started to unknot the tie by grabbing the ends of the silk.

  Though, somehow I knew, things had just changed in my life.

  Things that I wasn’t sure that I was ready for.

  But before I could do a single thing, ask her for her number, hell, even catch my breath, men started yelling. “SWAT call, motherfucker! Let’s go!”

  A SWAT call.

  Son of a bitch.

  Obviously, that ‘motherfucker’ and ‘let’s go’ was for me since I was the only one without a phone.

  I darted toward the bathroom.

  When I came out, she had the tie off and she was holding it out to me.

  “You have to go?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Looks like it.”

  She wrapped her arms around herself and watched as I got dressed.

  And once I was dressed, she was already holding the door open for me.

  I would’ve said something, but just as I got outside, Saint hollered at me.

  “Get in!” he called.

  I grimaced and turned to say something only to have the door shut in my face.

  Shit.

  Chapter 7

  Bibbitti bobbity boozed.

  -Wine Tumbler

  Hastings

  Five weeks later

  I pulled into my driveway at two in the afternoon a month later, and the first thing I saw was him.

  Only, he wasn’t alone.

  He was standing next to a cute little car that was painted sky blue, and next to him was a young woman that looked to be about my age.

  She had a short bob of blonde hair styled perfectly, a short little sundress that showed off amazing legs, and didn’t have a zit on her face, unlike me.

  Luckily, it was next to my hairline, and I could cover it up with my hair.

  Before getting out of my car, I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure that I didn’t have any Cheeto dust on my mouth or face from my snack on the way home from Dallas.

  I didn’t.

  Getting out of the car, I tried not to look at the man and the woman so very close just a few yards away.

  Instead, I focused on grabbing my big duffle bag from the trunk, then my suitcase.

  I hooked the duffle to the suitcase, then leaned them against my car and bent back inside for my purse.

  I had to get it all in one go.

  There was no way in hell I was coming out here a second time.

  And I had no clean clothes, so laundry needed to be done no matter what.

  Especially since I had a hundred things I needed to do tomorrow.

  One, I had to get my next book sent in to the editors. Then I had to go see my family or they’d all come over to make sure that I was alive and never leave me alone.

  I’d just hooked my purse up over my shoulder and reached for my suitcase when I heard the grass crunching beneath someone’s feet.

  I didn’t look up as I closed my car door and hurried up the path that led to the front door of my place.

  I kept my head down and tried not to stare and look at the man that was likely now very aware of my presence.

  It sucked that we were so close.

  Maybe I should move.

  I’d been living here for a while now because I didn’t want to move.

  But…

  A hand caught my wrist and my breath hitched as I stared at it.

  I swallowed hard and looked up. Following the hand to the wrist, the wrist to the forearm, the forearm to the bicep, the bicep to the shoulder, the shoulder to the jaw—a scruffy jaw that covered those beautiful dimples I couldn’t stop dreaming about—and finally to the man’s glare.

  I bit my lip.

  “I can take a hint,” he said as he stared at me so long I started to shift from foot to foot. “You said you weren’t leaving for Alaska until a week after we last saw each other. So I came over the next day to talk to you and you refused to answer the door.”

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nbsp; I frowned. “I didn’t refuse to answer the door.”

  “I heard you talking to yourself,” he said, dropping my wrist. “I know you were home. I saw you go inside. Your car was out front, and I’d been casing your place waiting for you to come home. Then you went inside. I knocked, but you never answered.”

  He was partially correct.

  But I’d been in the shower at the time.

  I’d only known he was there because I’d gotten out and heard stomping as it moved away from my front door.

  When I’d gone to the monitors, I’d seen him making his way back to his own house.

  I’d told myself that I was going to go over and talk to him, but I was a chickenshit.

  I couldn’t do it.

  And the next day when I really did ignore him…

  “And I came back the next day, again when your car was in the driveway, and you ignored me all over again,” he said. “I did that two more times before I realized that I needed to take a hint. I left you my number, though.”

  He had.

  I’d programmed it in my phone.

  I’d also almost texted the number a hundred thousand times while I was away this month.

  But every single time, the negative thoughts came back in a rush.

  I swallowed hard and looked away.

  Those thoughts were back in a rush now.

  “I…” I began, but slowly trailed off when the beauty in the sundress walked up to Sammy and put her hand on his arm.

  “Sammy,” she said. “Are we meeting there? Or do you want me to ride with you?”

  Sammy’s jaw stiffened as he looked at me, waiting for something.

  And I realized that he was waiting for me to fight for him.

  Or at least show that I was interested.

  I looked at the girl, then back to him.

  The girl was glaring at me.

  Hard.

  As if I was poaching where I wasn’t wanted.

  “Addison, can you wait at your car for me? Give me a minute?” Sammy asked.

  The girl walked away with a huff, and I realized then and there that I was a coward.

  I needed to say something.

  I should’ve said something a month ago.

  I opened my mouth and words came pouring out.

  “I…I…I…” I closed my eyes and grounded myself. I’d spent the last five weeks really trying to control my anxiety when it came to the man. “Pew, pew, pew.” I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. “Fuck.”

 

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