Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I did what I was told, hands cupping both thighs as I waited for her to finish.

  The whole time, though, I knew that we were about to get dirty.

  I’d give her the couple minutes it took to get finished. But once that was done, I was fairly sure we’d be on the ground, going at it in the mud splashes.

  And I was right.

  ***

  I’d never slept in the same bed with a woman.

  Not for a full night, anyway.

  I was a get it done kind of guy.

  I didn’t waste time fucking around.

  When I was with a woman, I got both of us off quickly and then split just as fast.

  With Blake, though, I found myself excited to do all those things I’d previously refused to do with other women.

  I knew the minute my eyes opened that Blake was underneath me.

  Partially, anyway.

  My hand was cupping one breast, and my mouth was resting near the top of her head, sharing her pillow.

  My other arm was stretched out underneath us both and was just on the verge of unbearable.

  My arm was asleep and had been for some time if the state of feeling in my appendage was anything to go by.

  Reluctantly, I rolled over, withdrawing my arm as carefully as I could. Although it turned out to be not so careful since I had no feeling in it.

  I woke her.

  She followed me as I rolled, spooning my back.

  “I like being the big spoon,” she said softly.

  So softly that I wasn’t really sure if she was awake or not.

  “You’re awake?” I asked her.

  “Mm-hmm. For a couple of minutes. I have to pee and I don’t want to get up.”

  I just shook my head, burying my face into the pillows.

  “You know where the bathroom is,” I said, eyes closing at the exhaustion that pulled at me.

  She left the bed with a little laugh, making very little noise.

  So little, in fact, that I was nearly asleep again when she returned.

  And stuck her cold as fuck feet right against my thigh.

  “Fuck.” I jolted, rolling over and pinning her to the bed. “You’re dead.”

  Her eyes widened, and my arms moved until my hands were in the perfect spot, and I attacked.

  “Ahhhh!” Blake screamed, giggling and squirming to get away from me.

  I had her good, though.

  I was straddling her waist, which kept her practically immobile as I tickled her ribs.

  She laughed and thrashed, gasping in huge gulps of air as she screamed, “Stop!”

  “What would you give me if I stopped?” I asked.

  She glared through her giggles. “Anything.”

  “Anything?” I asked, turning the tickles into pinches as I zeroed in on her nipples.

  She gasped, hips thrusting up as she said, “Please.”

  I grinned and eased off her hips.

  Her shirt had ridden up to just underneath her breasts, and that’s when I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “No panties, you naughty girl?” I asked.

  She blushed. “I don’t like wearing them. They get all up my ass when I sleep.”

  I snorted and bent down, taking in a deep breath, smelling the scent that came off her pussy.

  “Smells like breakfast,” I said, just before I bent down and licked the seam of her sex.

  She shaved all the hair off down there, making the experience a lot different from my usual ones… when I had them that was.

  Out of all the women I’d been with, Blake was the first one to shave herself completely.

  And I found that I liked it.

  A lot.

  Groaning, she widened her legs as she said, “Breakfast of champions.”

  As she moved, the lips of her sex spread, revealing all the enticing little bits of herself that I just couldn’t wait to bury myself inside.

  I leaned down, letting the scruff of my beard run along the inside of her legs for a moment before I sucked her pretty little clit inside my mouth.

  “Mmmm,” I growled as her taste exploded in my mouth.

  Sweet honey penetrated my taste buds as I ran my tongue in circles around her clit before moving down and plunging my tongue inside her entrance.

  Her hands made a grab for my hair, but I caught both with mine before she could even touch it, forcing them to the bed as I moved up, pushing her legs high with my shoulders.

  “Hold your legs,” I demanded, letting go of her arms.

  She did as she was told, like the good girl that she was, and pulled her legs back until they were touching her ribs.

  My fingers, now free, moved until the ones from my left hand were spreading her open more completely at the top.

  The others went down to her pussy and thrust up inside, two fingers thick.

  My knuckles brushed her asshole, causing that enticing pucker to clench in response.

  When she didn’t move away, I did it again, causing her to moan and move down to allow my fingers to move deeper inside of her.

  Knowing I’d explore that option later, I withdrew my fingers and mouth, and crawled up her body.

  My cock came to a rest against her overheated pussy lips and I started to thrust, running my cock up the seam of her lips as I bent down and took her mouth.

  She moaned and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, moving with me as I did.

  Each time my cock hit her clit, she would jump, causing her distended nipples to scrape deliciously over my chest.

  Lifting up, I grabbed her knees and pushed them together, creating an improvised sheath with the lips of her sex and her thighs.

  My movements became faster as the pressure became extreme.

  Her pussy was practically gushing, covering me in her juices as I thrust.

  Her eyes were glazed as she watched me move.

  Reaching down, I pushed her shirt up over her breasts and pinched her nipples, causing her to jump and cant her hips.

  Which, in turn, caused my cock to enter something completely different than the tunnel I’d created with her legs and pussy lips.

  And let me tell you something, this was fifty thousand times better.

  The walls of her vagina surrounded my cock like it was made to fit me.

  I’d never, in my entire life, been inside someone completely bare.

  And right now, with Blake, it felt just… right.

  Her eyes were stunned as I started to move inside of her, just as surprised as I was that I was now inside of her.

  “You feel fucking perfect,” I grunted, moving faster.

  My balls started to slap against her ass, and I finally lost control.

  All of my senses were on overload as I started to pound into her.

  “Oh, God,” she said, lifting her hands to play with her nipples, plucking and pinching. “Harder.”

  Taking a hold of her legs at the backs of her knees, I pushed until I had perfect control of her pussy. Giving her exactly what she wanted.

  The new angle must’ve allowed me to hit something inside of her that really worked for her, because it wasn’t ten seconds later that she started to come.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, back arching as best as she could manage.

  “Oh, God yes, Foster!” Boris screeched.

  I ignored him.

  Mostly because her walls started to pulse, causing my eyes to cross in pleasure.

  Ripping myself from her juicy core abruptly, I started to come the moment my dick met the cool air.

  Hot cum spurted from the tip of my cock, jetting all the way up to her bare breasts, then again up to her belly button before I could control my cock enough to push it down onto her bare pussy.

  “Goddammit,” I groaned, grunting out the rest of my release. “You’ve got a voodoo pussy that makes me do stupid things.”

  She laughed, taking one finger and t
railing it in the release I’d adorned her stomach with, before bringing it up to her mouth and sucking it clean.

  “Fuck me.”

  She winked at my statement. “I already did.”

  Chapter 16

  A relationship is made for two. It’s just that some hoes don’t know how to count.

  -Fact of Life

  Foster

  “You wanna go get something to eat?” she asked me forty-five minutes later as she slipped on her shirt.

  I squinted over at the clock, tired beyond belief.

  Not from the sex, just tired in general.

  But I felt better than I had in months.

  Groaning, I pushed myself out of bed and sat on the edge.

  The first thing I did was rub some lotion into the skin surrounding my scar.

  I had to make sure I did that, or the skin would degrade. Or so I’d been told.

  I’d yet to experience a blister, but I was fairly sure it’d happen sooner or later.

  “Here,” Blake said, handing me the sleeve that held the pin onto my leg.

  “Thanks,” I said, slipping it on carefully to discourage any air bubbles. “Where do you want to go eat?”

  As I continued the process of getting dressed, I watched her carefully.

  She was wearing red and white tights, a blue jean skirt, and a bright blue shirt that said, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish on it.

  Then she started to braid her hair.

  “What are you wearing?” I asked.

  There was a smile in my voice that I couldn’t hide, and she tossed a grin over her shoulder at me.

  “It’s officially Dr. Seuss day,” she told me.

  “You’re allowed to wear that to work?” I clarified.

  She nodded. “It wasn’t my idea to dress like this. But I’ll do it. I have no problem looking dorky. Unless you have a problem with going out to eat with me in this.”

  I shrugged and pulled the pants on that I’d set out the night before.

  Then pulled on my shoes.

  “Do you think if you asked them if you could buy only one shoe, they’d allow you to?” she questioned, causing me to look up.

  “I highly doubt it, to be honest.”

  “Well maybe ask them if you can have it for half price… since, you know, you’re not going to use the other shoe,” she offered.

  I winked. “I think I can handle paying for two shoes.”

  She shrugged. “I’ll bet they give a military discount.”

  I gave her a pointed look. “I can handle it. And how’d we get to talking about shoes, anyway? How much longer do we have before I need to take you to work?”

  She spun around, surprise evident on her face. “Why would I need you to take me to work?”

  I shook my head. “You had somebody break into your house, and a drive-by shooting aimed at your house. I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to deal with me taking you to work unless you want me to start getting forceful.”

  She held up her hands in mock horror.

  “Ooooo!” she sang sarcastically.

  I vaulted out of bed, catching her around the hips before she could even make it to the bedroom doorway.

  “Eeek!” she squealed as I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder.

  She laughed breathlessly.

  “Put me down, you big oaf!”

  “Yes, ma’am!”

  Then I threw her across the room, relishing in the scream that came out of her mouth before she hit the bed.

  “You’re so dead,” she declared a few minutes later after I got out of the bathroom.

  “You haven’t moved yet,” I said, walking over to the closet and pulling my Kevlar vest out.

  I turned and watched her watch me as I put my vest on, her eyes studied my movements as I fit the vest to where it’d sit most comfortably.

  “My daddy’s is black,” she said.

  I nodded. “My department issued one is, too. But I’ve taken a liking to this one.”

  “Why? It looks kind of ratty, to be honest,” she said, sitting up onto her elbows, letting her feet hang off the bed as she did so.

  I pointed to the signature in the bottom right corner of my vest.

  “I got this one about three years ago. It was my last year as a SEAL,” I explained. “That’s my brother’s signature. I did the same for him. It was stupid.” I shrugged. “But I’m a superstitious man. I use what I know will work.”

  “You don’t trust the ones you got from the police department?” she asked, standing up all the way.

  She really did look ridiculous, but she looked pretty hot, too.

  “Yes, I do. It’s just not mine.” I hesitated before sitting down on the bed. “Are you sure you’re allowed to wear that to work?”

  She grinned. “I guess we’ll see.”

  ***

  Blake

  I slipped out of the truck, landing on my feet with a slight thunk.

  My feet crunched in the gravel as I turned to close the door.

  Foster was just rounding the truck when the first person saw what I was wearing.

  “I shouldn’t have worn this,” I muttered to myself.

  “What’d you say?” Foster asked as he met me on my side of his truck.

  I didn’t say anything as I turned to face the man walking toward us.

  If you could call him a man at all.

  “Hey,” David said. “I’m glad to see that you’re okay.”

  I shrugged and turned to walk into the building, more than ready to get away from the stupid man in front of me.

  The one at my back, though, was a different story.

  I could stay in his arms all day long.

  He also did really well at keeping me from wanting to punch David in the nose. Mostly by distracting me, and distract me he did once we reached the top of the steps.

  I hadn’t realized that he’d followed me as close as he had, because the moment my hand touched the door handle, it was suddenly gone.

  Then, as if in a real life Disney movie, he swept me up into his arms and kissed me silly.

  I whore moaned, leaning into him and threading my arms around his neck.

  My fingers buried in what little hair he had and the feel of his gun digging into my hip did nothing to quell my raging libido that was on hyperdrive after last night

  “Have a good shift,” he said breathlessly. “I’ll see you when you get off. Don’t go out for lunch.”

  With that, he dropped me to my feet, walked to the door, and ushered me inside.

  Dazedly, I walked inside, not surprised in the least to find the entire station oohing and ahhing over our display.

  “That a boy, Crush!” someone yelled from the back of the station.

  Foster didn’t acknowledge anyone, as was his way.

  I, on the other hand, said hi to at least fifteen people before I finally made it back to dispatch offices.

  “That was some show!” Pauline crowed the moment I walked inside.

  I shook my head.

  “How’d you even see it?” I asked.

  “Get to work, ladies,” an annoyed man’s voice said from the doorway.

  I resisted the urge to bug my eyes out at Pauline as I dropped into my chair and put on my headset.

  “Alright, ladies! Let’s make this a good one!” our boss, Bradley, said.

  I hadn’t made my mind up yet when it came to Bradley.

  He was a smart man, and a police officer.

  Or had been before he’d gotten hurt.

  Now he had to have a permanent desk job because his leg wouldn’t allow him to do the normal daily living activities most women and men did daily without realizing it.

  He was pushy and thought he was better than everyone else.

  He was the same thing that we were. Dispatchers.

  My phone rang, and I forgot all about Bradley.

  I wouldn’t t
hink about him until much later.

  At the end of my shift, to be exact.

  ***

  “Unit 4 responding to a 10-46,” Foster’s voice came in over the radio.

  I shivered.

  Jesus, the man was sexy.

  Even his voice sounded sexy.

  It was going on the seven-and-a-half hour of my eight-hour shift, and I was so ready to be at Foster’s place it wasn’t even funny. The lack of sleep last night was really getting to me. I would kill for a nap right now.

  I was also looking forward to doing other things.

  Thirty more minutes. Thirty more minutes.

  I kept chanting the words to myself, praying that I could stay awake.

  It’d been dead all night, and this was the first time I’d actually heard Foster’s voice over the radio the entire time.

  “10-4, unit 4,” I said, keeping the line open as I waited for him to help the stranded motorist.

  10-46, I’d learned, was when a motorist was stranded in a broken-down car. That, or the car was abandoned altogether.

  Long minutes passed as I checked out my nails, wondering if I should get a pedicure before this weekend.

  I’d agreed to go with Foster to attend a party that his brother was throwing for their little girl’s third birthday.

  I was fairly sure they wouldn’t care what my nails looked like, but…

  A garbled, muffled sound abruptly echoed through my headset, and I looked up, staring blankly at my monitor.

  I wasn’t really sure what I was hearing.

  It almost sounded like a…

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  Gunshots didn’t sound like I’d thought they’d sound, but they were unique nonetheless.

  “Unit 4, 10-101?” I fairly screamed.

  I could see Pauline standing in my peripheral vision, but she stayed there, waiting for my go.

  More scuffling sounded, and I heard the labored breathing of someone before Foster’s strained voice said, “Need help.”

  “Pauline, he needs backup,” I said urgently before my fingers started to flow over the keyboards, putting in information, dispatching units, and alerting those who needed to know.

  My heart, however, was freakin’ pounding.

  My stomach was roiling, and I felt wetness hitting my cheeks, letting me know that I was crying.