Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Blake

  I was still mad four hours later as we drove to Benton, Louisiana.

  So mad, in fact, that I hadn’t said a word to Foster in all that time.

  I wasn’t usually one for silent treatments, but I was fairly sure if I said a word to him, I’d probably turn into my mother, and I didn’t want him to witness that.

  I still wanted him to love me, after all.

  Not that he’d relayed those words to me.

  I hadn’t either, but still.

  I was a lovable woman. What was not to love?

  I played with a frayed piece of my jean shorts that was at the very top of my thighs.

  The seated position allowing even more of my legs to show than what was supposed to.

  The shorts were short to begin with, and I would’ve changed, but it seemed to annoy Foster that I was wearing something so revealing.

  It’s not like I was showing off my ass cheeks or anything, but if I bent over, they’d be visible.

  He hadn’t said a word, which was two points in his favor. Especially with the way he’d left me there, against the counter after he was done with me.

  I did notice how he never lost the erection our entire drive, though.

  Which secretly made me happy that he was suffering.

  I stared in complete shock at The Dixie Warden MC’s clubhouse.

  Foster hadn’t even waited for me.

  He’d freakin’ got out of the truck and started to walk inside without even waiting to see if I’d followed.

  Which pissed me off.

  Really, really bad.

  So what did I do?

  Absolutely nothing.

  I laid my seat back, grabbed Foster’s fleece lined KPD parka, and draped it over myself before I closed my eyes and went to fucking sleep.

  Fuck him and his party.

  ***

  Foster

  “Where’s Blake?” Viddy asked me.

  Viddy was my sister-in-law.

  She married Trance a few years ago, and they had two beautiful children together.

  A girl and a boy.

  Both of which were currently playing at my feet. Or foot. They were both really interested in my new prosthesis.

  “No clue. Here somewhere, I’d guess,” I answered her, making a cursory effort to locate her.

  I wasn’t worried she’d be hurt by the men after her, though.

  The party we were at had a shit ton of security, mainly in the form of off-duty police officers, Marines, Army Rangers, Navy SEALS, and many, many others.

  The clubhouse was also inside a ten-foot razor wire lined fence that you had to have a code to get through.

  And seeing as this was one of the ‘family’ parties, no one but the families were here, which meant there weren’t any club whores or hanger-ons allowed.

  “You don’t know?” Viddy asked in confusion. “You didn’t bring her in here?”

  I shook my head. “No. When I left her, she was giving me the silent treatment.”

  I was also surprised at my lack of control, which had mainly been the reason why I’d left her so abruptly.

  I didn’t pride myself in how I’d just treated her.

  In fact, I was just plain embarrassed in myself by the way I’d acted.

  “Trance!” Viddy called.

  Trance, who’d been at the bar talking with Kettle, one of his fellow Dixie Wardens members, turned his head to look at his wife.

  “What?” he called loudly over the crowd.

  “Your brother’s a dumbass!” she screamed.

  I shook my head in exasperation. “You don’t know that.”

  She turned her glare toward me as she said, “Yes I do.”

  “We already know he’s a dumbass!” Trance bellowed.

  Miller, who’d walked up behind us and snatched Trance’s son, Ford, up into his arms, started laughing. “That’s true. We already knew he was a dumbass.”

  Viddy turned her glare on me. “Go find her. Bring her to me.”

  I sighed, disentangled my foot from a very excited to see my ‘weird robot foot’ nephew, and left to find my giving-me-the-silent-treatment woman.

  A woman I couldn’t find fucking anywhere.

  Something I found out after twenty minutes of searching for her.

  That’s about when I started to freak out.

  She wouldn’t have tried to leave, right?

  The gate opens automatically from the inside.

  If she’d wanted to, she could’ve left with incredible ease.

  Rushing to my truck, I hopped inside and slammed the door.

  “We’re leaving already?” Blake asked tiredly.

  I nearly had a heart attack.

  Big bad SEAL that I was and all.

  “Fuck!” I groaned. “You scared the shit out of me.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered tiredly. “I’m sorry.”

  I closed my eyes and reached over the console to run my hand over her long hair. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “I had a nap and got over my snit. I never meant to compare you to David. I know you’ll never be him. It’s just hard to stop my mouth sometimes,” she whispered.

  Now I felt horrible.

  “You have nothing to apologize for, Blake. That was all on me. I should’ve never left you with her,” I explained. “Not to mention I was acting like a child when you said what you had to say. Which all happened to be true. I just don’t like hearing I was wrong,” I explained.

  She tilted her head and kissed my wrist before asking a question that had my heart stalling in my chest and then beating double time.

  “You know I love you, right?”

  I closed my eyes and felt the joy of those words burst through me.

  “Yeah, I figured you did.”

  “That’s it?” she asked laughingly.

  I snorted and dug my hands underneath her, then promptly hauled her into my chest.

  She straddled my legs before settling her ass down on my lap, bringing my jacket that’d been covering her with her.

  She wrapped it around us both before looping her arms around my neck and pulling my face to hers for a kiss.

  “And to answer your question,” I said, leaning forward. “I fucking love you, too.”

  “Fucking good,” she breathed, and then kissed me once again.

  My cock, which had already been not very happy with me, started to rage once again. Ten times worse now than it had been earlier.

  Each beat of my pulse had my cock throbbing with need in my pants.

  Something she felt, causing her to smile.

  “You want me, don’t you?” She exhaled.

  I squeezed her ass to keep her from rotating her hips like I knew she wanted to.

  “Yeah. I always fucking want you. It’s like a sickness in my brain. A disease that makes me only think of you and that hot, juicy pussy of yours,” I said candidly.

  She giggled and moved her hands to my belt before she started to open it, followed shortly by my pants.

  Then her hot little hand was on my cock, pumping it as she stared into my eyes.

  “You gonna come this time?” she asked with a grin.

  I pinched her ass.

  “Yeah,” I hesitated. “Put me inside you.”

  Helping her slide her indecently short shorts and panties over, she hovered over the head of my cock before she slowly dropped down onto me.

  “Oh, yeah,” she groaned as I filled her up fully.

  Her ass was resting on the top of my thighs as she swirled her hips around, allowing me to slip impossibly further inside of her.

  “Jesus,” I hissed, throwing my head back as I started to urge her to move with my hands.

  She took the hint, pumping her hips up and down on my cock, faster and faster.

  The security light that was above my truck turned on, but I ignored it.

 
; Her hot pussy held me captive as she moved, thrusting forward and back until I was ready to blow.

  “You have to get off. I don’t have a condom on,” I pleaded.

  She stopped completely, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I willed my release to go back into my balls.

  But then her own release burst free from her.

  Her muscles tightened and clenched on my over-sensitized cock, coaxing my dick into giving it what it wanted.

  I couldn’t stop it.

  It burst free of me and straight into her waiting heat.

  Hot, hard pulses gushed into her, bathing her willing womb in my essence.

  “Goddammit,” I said, squeezing my eyes tightly shut.

  My arms tightened around her waist, and my abs clenched.

  “Oops,” she said, smiling apologetically.

  I laughed and pulled her forward. “Birth control next week, please. I don’t think I can do condoms anymore.”

  She nodded against my face, her lips moving up and down on mine.

  “Now… what do I do about the mess?”

  ***

  She wasn’t wearing panties.

  Those short as fuck shorts and she had nothing on underneath them.

  Not surprisingly, my cock was just as hard now as it had been when I was inside of her in my truck.

  Oh, it’d gone down momentarily, but the moment she sat her ass on my lap once we got inside, it was raging and ready to go again.

  “What do you do, Blake?” Viddy asked. “I’ve got to say, I haven’t heard much about you. Foster’s pretty tight-lipped.”

  Blake tossed me a glare over her shoulder. “Are you embarrassed of me?”

  I knew she was teasing, the others, however, did not.

  We were at a table with both of my brothers, and their wives, as well as a few other members of The Dixie Wardens.

  “I’m a dispatcher with KPD,” she answered, leaning forward to take a sip of her beer.

  “So you get to talk to Foster on your shift?” Viddy asked.

  Blake shook her head. “Yes and no. Most of the time I just dispatch calls to them through the computer. There are times, though, that they call in something that they’re doing and I talk to him. But ‘talk’ is not what we really do. We’re not allowed to do that over the radio.”

  Viddy nodded. “So you could be on the line with him in dangerous situations?”

  Blake shuddered, and I gave her a reassuring squeeze.

  “Yeah, I’ve already experienced that one. It wasn’t something that I would want to repeat. Ever,” she sighed. “But I love my job and will keep doing it.”

  “Isn’t your ex a cop?” Mercy asked.

  She nodded at Mercy. “Yeah, he is.”

  She smiled at me sympathetically. “Miller told me about him. I’m sorry.”

  She shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s something I’ve learned to live with. Plus, had David not cheated on me, I would’ve never left him, and I wouldn’t be with Foster right now.”

  Pushing her hair over her shoulder, I ran my nose along the back of her neck, causing her to giggle.

  Before another question could be thrown at Blake, Sebastian stopped at our table.

  “There’s a nice little note on the side of your car,” Sebastian said, startling me.

  Sebastian was the VP of The Dixie Wardens MC and a firefighter at the Benton Fire Department.

  So a ‘nice little note’ probably wasn’t a ‘nice little note,’ but more like a threatening note. Something he didn’t want Blake to know about.

  “Get up and let me go with Sebastian,” I said, patting her thigh.

  She moved up, and my eyes zeroed in on her bare ass cheeks before I moved.

  Shit.

  Luckily, she sat right back down on the seat, then moved forward underneath the bar’s overhang, hiding everything so I could no longer see anything naughty.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing her forehead.

  She nodded but continued talking with Mercy and Viddy while I walked outside behind Sebastian.

  It didn’t surprise me to find Miller and Trance at my back within moments of getting outside.

  They were protective.

  “What’s the note say?” I asked as we walked.

  Sebastian didn’t say a word, only walking until we came to a stop at the passenger side door of my truck.

  “How’d this happen?” I asked in a deceptively calm tone.

  Inside, though, I was on fire.

  My mind was reeling at the thought that I was wrong.

  Earlier I’d thought that Blake had been safe. Yet, here I was being proven wrong.

  “I don’t know, but you bet your ass I’ll find out,” Sebastian promised.

  “You’re lucky you’re with the whore. Don’t you know it’s illegal to fuck in public?” Miller read.

  I clenched my teeth.

  “How’d you not see him do this?” Miller asked, walking around the truck.

  “Is that… is that jizz?” Trace asked, shining the flashlight from his pocket onto the piece of paper.

  “Fucking motherfucker,” I growled.

  Goddammit!

  “He stuck his fucking note to my door with his own goddamn jizz?” I yelled, my arms waving wildly. “Pull your fucking tapes.”

  Sebastian grunted, and we followed him, but he stopped at the entrance to the clubhouse, speaking lowly with the prospect. “Get that note into a Ziplock bag from the kitchen. Use gloves. Then wash the truck off. Yeah?”

  The prospect nodded. “Yeah.”

  Twenty minutes later found us reviewing the tapes.

  “That’s Manny’s brother,” Trance said, looking closer.

  “Manny’s brother?” I asked.

  Trance nodded. “Yeah. He’s a member’s brother. A prospect right now.”

  “Go get him,” Sebastian said.

  Trance left and came back a minute later with a very confused looking Manny.

  “What’s going on?” Manny asked.

  “Your brother. Where is he?” Sebastian asked.

  “He said he got called in to work,” Manny explained.

  “Where does he work?”

  That’s when he rocked my fucking world.

  “Kilgore Police Department.”

  My mind blanked, and I knew instantly what I had to do.

  “What’s his name?” I demanded shortly.

  Manny blinked. “Quentin Ortiz.”

  I closed my eyes, pissed off that I knew the fucker.

  He worked in evidence.

  “Who you calling?” Trance asked when I moved to withdraw my phone from my pocket.

  I only said one word.

  “Shank.”

  “And what’s he going to do?” Trance asked.

  I laughed humorlessly. “Find him.”

  Chapter 20

  Snugglefuck- a type of foreplay that begins with snuggling, but transforms to sex after the snuggling phase is over.

  -Word of the day

  Blake

  I knew as soon as Foster disappeared outside that something was wrong.

  I also knew that the moment he showed back up inside that something was seriously wrong.

  Then he’d disappeared into an office and hadn’t come out since.

  “Some party this is,” I muttered, seeing only the women left.

  The men had disappeared slowly but surely, leaving only the women.

  “This happens sometimes. They’re all busybodies,” Viddy explained. “They can’t stand to be left out of the action.”

  A woman whom I’d just met named Baylee, laughed.

  Baylee was apparently the sister of Luke and the wife of the man who’d been the one to call Foster outside.

  She was very pretty and had a great personality.

  I could see why someone would be attracted to her.

  Hell. I was attr
acted to her.

  Only in a friendly way, of course.

  “Well, I guess I should get used to it, eh? I still get kind of freaked when he catches a SWAT call, though. My daddy’s a cop, too. However, he never gets called out like Foster does,” I explained.

  “Who’s your dad?” Baylee asked. “I actually work for the Kilgore Fire Department. I’m just wondering if I’ve seen him around anywhere.”

  I smiled at her. “He’s a state trooper. His name is Lou Rhodes.”

  She looked at me oddly. “Is he the one that saved that little baby from being kidnapped two years ago?”

  I smiled fondly at the memory. “Yeah, that’s him. The baby’s three now, and the sweetest thing ever. He actually lives just down the street from my father.”

  “What happened?” Mercy asked.

  I leaned back in my chair and relayed the events that had led up to the kidnapping.

  “The parents were young. Maybe sixteen and seventeen, at most,” I said, taking a sip of my coke before continuing. “They’d been swinging the child on the swing when there’d been a commotion in the parking lot. Some kid had run out in front of a car, and the car swerved, hitting the bathroom that was set up for the kids. Anyway, while the parents moved to see what was going on, a man had come out from behind the slide and had taken the child when they weren’t looking, taking off with him into the woods.”

  They all nodded, captivated with my story of my father.

  “Was your dad the hiker?” Baylee asked.

  I nodded.

  “Yeah, he was on my uncle’s land about ten miles from there. He’d been walking along the creek when he heard a baby crying and decided to follow the sound,” I explained. “He found the man trying to bury the kid alive. He knocked the man upside the head with a tree branch and rescued the child. They later found out that that wasn’t the man’s first time to do something like that. Apparently, it was his fifth. And that was where he’d buried those children he’d abducted.”

  Baylee’s mouth was open in surprise. “I don’t remember hearing anything about that part of it.”

  I shrugged. “It wasn’t something they shared with anybody but the parents of the deceased. It was on military property. Something my father got a fine for trespassing on. Which he later got a commendation for by his department.”

  “Wow!” Viddy exclaimed. “That’s pretty amazing. What a relief to have an end for those parents, too.”

  I nodded. “He was pretty shaken up about that. I don’t think he’s gotten over it two years later, either.”