Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I grinned and shifted until I was laying on my back with her on top of me.

  “Take your pants off,” I demanded.

  She scrambled to do my bidding, doing her best in the small space provided.

  She succeeded, though, and it wasn’t long before she was straddling me again.

  I’d taken the time to work my cock out of my pants, holding it at the base.

  She lined up the entrance of her pussy with the fat head of my cock and slowly sank down, engulfing me in white hot fire.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  She grinned and lifted until just the tip was inside before she sank back down.

  My hands squeezed her hips, trying my hardest not to take control like I was known to do.

  I knew she liked being on top, but my control was always shot when it came to her, which was why she never stayed in charge for long.

  “You fill me up like a dream,” she gasped, looking down at where my flesh filled hers.

  I bit my lip, lifting her hips, allowing myself to watch as my dick withdrew from her flesh, gleaming with her wetness.

  I thrust upward slowly, pulling her down onto me, taking over.

  She grinned, throwing her head back as she let me move her how I wanted her.

  It wasn’t fast. It was slow.

  I was making love to her.

  Showing her how we could be. How we were.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said, stopping fully imbedded inside of her.

  She tilted her head down to stare into my eyes, hair falling over her shoulders and said, “I love you, Luke.”

  My eyes closed and I curled up, capturing her mouth with mine.

  She started circling her hips, not withdrawing, only writhing on top of me.

  She hit a particularly good spot inside of herself, and she moved her hips back and forth, working that spot with the motion of her hips alone.

  Her gasp stole my breath from my chest, and I watched her eyes glaze over as she came. Her tight sheath clamped down on my cock, pulsing slowly, languidly with her release.

  I smiled into her mouth and let myself go, too.

  I had no control when it came to her. All it ever took was knowing that she’d gone for my orgasm to come roaring through me.

  This time, though, it was a slow, continuous pulse of a release pouring out of me and into her. My stomach tightened with each jet of my cum that poured from my cock into her waiting warmth.

  Growling low in my throat, I kissed her again, slow and steady. My tongue touched hers, running over the top with a slow, sensual movement.

  She sucked it in, tightening her hands in my hair as the last dregs of our orgasms coursed through us.

  Her eyes opened, catching mine and she smiled.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered.

  Her eyes closed and a lone tear trailed down her cheek.

  “I don’t want to do this,” she whispered sullenly. “I don’t want to leave you. I’m so happy with you, and I just know I’ll be a miserable bitch without you.”

  I hugged her tighter. “It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

  She nodded and placed her head on my shoulder. “I want to do this for the rest of the night.”

  I laughed. “Inside, preferably. I have a buckle up my ass.”

  She laughed softly against my shoulder. “I hadn’t realized you were into that kind of thing, but I can make accommodations.”

  I pinched her butt, making her laugh harder.

  Her pussy muscles clenched and unclenched on my cock, and I started rocking her on top of me.

  “You’re insatiable,” she whispered, rolling her hips.

  “Only for you, Reesey. Only for you,” I agreed.

  Chapter 27

  Sorry I’m late, but I didn’t want to come.

  -Coffee Cup

  Reese

  I walked into the Taco Bell wondering what I was doing there. I’d eaten at Jason’s Deli less than thirty minutes ago. I wasn’t hungry in the least.

  My shadow for today, Nico, was probably fuming that we’d stopped at another restaurant, especially when he hadn’t wanted to go to the first one. Which he’d let me know. Loudly and profusely.

  I hated Tacos. I hated them with a passion.

  Except I didn’t hate them as much when a certain sexy cop was on the premises.

  I’d known it was Luke the moment I saw the SUV parked in the lot as I was driving by.

  He always parked in the very back of lots, and backed in. It also had another distinguishing factor about it. I’d stuck a ‘KEEP CALM, I’M A POLICE OFFICER’ trailer hitch cover on it, and I didn’t think he’d noticed it yet. Surely it wouldn’t be there still if he had…right?

  It’d been over two weeks since the night we’d made love in his GTO.

  Two weeks since he’d spoken to me. And two weeks too long.

  I was on the verge of losing it.

  I hadn’t realized just how much I relied on Luke until he wasn’t there.

  For instance, I hadn’t realized how big Rowen had gotten in the months we’d been together. I hadn’t had to carry her to bed from the car for all that time, and all of a sudden, I did. And it wasn’t nearly as easy as Luke made it look.

  I was driving my sister nuts, and rightfully so. I’d spent more and more time with her and her husband in the last two weeks than I had during their whole marriage. I was cramping their style, and if I was being honest, secretly enjoying it.

  The dim light of the foyer temporarily blinded me, but as my eyes adjusted, they were immediately caught by the green ones of the love of my life.

  Luke was sitting by himself at the very back of the room, he had a newspaper spread out in front of him, and his head was resting on his upraised fist.

  He had his glasses on top of his head, and his eyes were laser focused on me.

  I went up to the counter and ordered cinnamon twists and a Dr. Pepper.

  Once I had them, I took a seat at the table that was the farthest away from him, but I made sure to face him.

  Shivers danced down my spine as I felt his eyes on me, but when I looked up, they were gone.

  He smiled down at his paper, and I had to really focus on my cinnamon twists instead of launching myself across the room and into the man’s arms.

  I was such a floozy.

  The worst thing about it all, though, was how much Rowen missed Luke. She let it be known on a daily basis, as well.

  I missed our daily discussions about the war in Iraq. The economy. The state of affairs in our small town. What was happening the next day at both of our jobs. The conversations about how our days had gone.

  Luke stood up and walked to the counter, asking the man there for something.

  The man returned with a box full of hot sauce, and I watched in curiosity as he sorted through them one by one, box by box, until he found the one he wanted.

  Then, without missing a beat, he walked back to his table and sat down, writing something on the outside where there wasn’t any print with a red marker he’d unearthed from his pocket, and folded it in half.

  Then he gathered his trash, walked to the trashcan, and dumped it all but the paper and whatever was still in his hand.

  I watched as he walked past my table, dropping the hot sauce package onto it, before going to the drink fountain to fill up his empty drink.

  My eyes went from looking at his back, to staring unseeingly at the tiny little package on the table.

  I blinked a few times, making sure I wasn’t imagining things, then re-read it.

  “Will you marry me?” It said on the package.

  I looked at the package for a few long moments before I looked at Luke.

  Had he meant to do that?

  When I looked into his eyes, I knew he had. He knew exactly what he was doing when he threw that packet down on the table as he walked by.

  I clutched it hard with my hand and watched
him walk out of the restaurant with my heart in my throat.

  Oh, my God. Was it real?

  I got my answer a few minutes later when I unlocked my car and found a black velvet box sitting on my dash.

  I sat down, slamming the door to my car hard, before I locked it and stared at the box.

  It was a little thing, but there was so very much meaning inside of it that I was scared to reach for it.

  If I took it, I knew what it’d have in it, but it still elicited a gasp of surprise from my lips as I took in the large stone.

  I put the ring on my finger, admiring how well it fit. Perfectly, of course. I’d expect nothing less from Luke. He was a god and all that shit. A god in the bedroom, mostly, but still.

  I started celebrating in my seat, squealing and jumping around with a huge smile on my face.

  I knew I had an audience in Nico, and I didn’t care.

  It was when I looked up and saw Luke still there, leaning against the truck that I started to laugh.

  He’d watched the entire show!

  I stared at him and could do nothing but laugh.

  He was smiling, too.

  Then his face suddenly changed, going from smiling and happy to shocked.

  I watched in slow motion as he dropped slowly to his knees.

  His hands went to the ground, but they refused to support him, and he fell onto his face.

  His head bounced off the concrete and laid still on the yellow line that marked the next parking spot over from his cruiser.

  I screamed.

  Fear climbing up my throat, I clawed at the door handle desperately.

  However, before I could get out of my car, Nico was there, shoving me back inside and over until he rested in the spot where I’d previously been occupying.

  When I went for the other side, he grabbed hold of my hair, holding on tight.

  “Listen to me,” he hissed.

  Something in his tone…something made me stop and listen to him.

  I stared desperately into his eyes, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

  “You go. Drive directly to the police station. Do not, and I repeat, do not, stop. When you get there, go to Luke’s office and wait for me or one of the team to come get you. Michael has your girls. Don’t fuck around. I won’t help him if I know you won’t follow my orders,” Nico said insistently.

  Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t either. He’d made a promise to Luke to keep me safe. A promise I knew he wouldn’t break.

  I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks, and he was gone.

  Scooting over, I started my baby up. And I drove hard.

  I didn’t look back. I knew if I did, I’d turn around. And this was the only way to save Luke’s life.

  I picked up a tail halfway there, a police officer, but he wasn’t actively trying to pull me over. Especially when he started weaving ahead of me, moving traffic out of the way for me. Most likely because I most certainly wasn’t slowing down.

  By the time I pulled into Luke’s spot at the back of the station, and fell out of the car, my tail was there.

  Pierson.

  I hadn’t realized it was him.

  My surprise must’ve shown on my face, because he sneered.

  “I may not like Luke, but he’s one of our own,” he snapped. “Now, get inside before all of that work means nothing. I’m sure your brain would look good on the concrete just like Roberts’.”

  I scrambled up off my knees where I’d fallen and ran with him to the back door.

  Was he shot in the head, had that been what happened?

  I could tell I must look a fright, especially when nearly every man and woman in the bull pen looked at me. Although not many, the ones who were there had some sort of a command post set up.

  They’d previously been bustling about, yelling across the room.

  Men and women spoke furiously, and the Chief was in the middle of it all, issuing orders here and there.

  When I entered, though, they all just…stopped.

  Pity was etched onto all their faces.

  They knew.

  Was he dead?

  “Please,” I whispered brokenly. “Tell me.”

  The Chief shook his head. “We don’t know, honey. We don’t know.”

  ***

  Luke

  Oh, my God, my head hurt.

  It was pounding hard. So hard that when I opened my eyes, I immediately closed them.

  The light had seared through my retinas, making it even harder to breathe.

  Scuffling sounded beside me, and I opened my eyes again, this time with a little more success.

  I was laying on the ground.

  Blood pooled around me, but I could still make out what looked to be a yellow line.

  I was in a parking lot.

  Was the blood mine?

  It would certainly explain the reason my head was pounding.

  Why was I in a parking lot?

  Then a pair of dainty black slippers, the type you saw on a ballerina, walked into my field of vision.

  Groaning, I started to push myself up, but the dainty slipper stopped at my shoulder that I’d managed to raise about a foot off the ground and kicked me.

  I rolled with the momentum of the forceful movement.

  My head swam with the swiftness of the movement. One moment I was thinking I had the nausea under control, and the next I was puking.

  Luckily, I managed to get it all onto the pavement beside me and not aspirated into my lungs. It wasn’t like I needed another way to kill myself. I had enough right now in spades.

  It was the voice that I recognized first.

  She had a slight Russian lisp, twanging the end of her words.

  Anita Bryant.

  By sheer force of will, I managed to suppress the third attempt of my stomach trying to empty.

  But only because Anita was pointing the sites of her hand cannon, a .454 revolver that was bigger than she was, at my face.

  A man had to have his priorities after all.

  I swallowed, licking my chapped lips. “Why?”

  “I don’t like being made out to be a fool. I already took care of the other two. You’re almost done, and then I’ll handle my husband’s ex slut. Then they’ll never find me again,” Anita hissed.

  I blinked, surprised that she’d just told me she’d ‘handled’ her ex. The only thing I came up with when she said ‘handling’ was that she’d killed them. Deducting them from her existence.

  Did she realize who I was?

  Obviously she had to. I mean I was in my KPD SWAT shirt. I was next to my police cruiser.

  And the blood that I could still feel leaking out of what had to be a hole in the back of my head meant that I had to have been shot. Which would’ve drawn attention from the restaurant I’d previously been in.

  Then I remembered that Reese had been in the parking lot with me before I’d passed out, and my heart started to hammer.

  “We didn’t do anything,” I rasped, trying to stall.

  Reese, I knew, wasn’t in the parking lot anymore. Otherwise she wouldn’t have said ‘then’ when she was referring to taking care of her ex’s ‘slut.’

  Nico, on the other hand, very well might be.

  And the more I thought about it, the more certain I became that he was there.

  When I’d told Nico what to do if a situation such as this were to arise, he was to send Reese to the station, call the team, protect our children, and then help if he felt it was safe.

  In fact, every member of the team had the same directions, and it wouldn’t have mattered who was here. It’d be done to the letter.

  When Special Agent Lawrence had offered his assistance, I’d taken him up on it, but I didn’t rely on it. I didn’t know his team, and his team didn’t know me. I knew that my team would do everything in their power to help. The same couldn’t be said for Lawrence’s.

  “You did. I�
�m not stupid and I don’t know why Weston thought I was so stupid. I was in the fucking Army. I was raised in the mafia. I know more than most people only read of; what did he think, I was stupid? Well,” she laughed humorlessly. “He’s not thinking much of anything anymore. Him and the girl he tried to pass off as not his girlfriend are feeding the fish in the Sabine river.”

  I couldn’t believe that she was saying all of this in the parking lot. I may be toward the back of the lot, and hidden mostly by the building, but this wasn’t private by any means.

  I looked at her, trying to blank my face to mask my ‘you’re crazy, bitch’ face, and said, “Reese and I didn’t do anything. The only part we’ve played in it all was staying away from each other. We didn’t help Weston do anything.”

  Movement from the corner of the building caught my eye, but I didn’t dare look. The woman was smart, I’d give her that, but she was also unpredictable. There was no telling what she’d do if she found someone at her back.

  The crazy bitch leaned down, her hugely pregnant belly sticking out in front of her as she came down to one knee.

  “You want to know the funny thing?” she asked. “I didn’t even love him. I only stayed with him because he was stable and he didn’t have any connection to the mafia. I had some stupid idea of fixing things, getting out before I lost my life by doing something stupid for my father. Doing something for this kid. I was so tired of being daddy’s gofer. Then he tried to set me up with some fucking kiss ass who wanted an in back with his family. And stupid fucking me, I thought I’d at least give it a try, but daddy doesn’t know when to quit.”

  My hand itched to go for my gun, but I knew I wouldn’t get it out in time if I tried. So I stayed still, going against every ingrained sense in my body that told me to move.

  “You know, you can tell your friend over there, when you see him in hell, that you’re sorry for ending his life,” she smiled, pressing the barrel of the gun to my temple.

  My heart started racing, and with that the pulse of my headache ramped up, throbbing in tune to the beat of my heart.

  I smiled. “No, I won’t be telling him anything, honey. You’ll be going there alone.”

  With that, I lifted my leg and planted it on the ground, rolling away from the mad woman.

  Two gun shots sounded, and a searing pain along my brow had me gritting my teeth.