Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  My eyes moved from hers to the huddle of women who were sitting in chairs around the front of the stage.

  Apparently they’d abandoned the stripper pole for drinks.

  My kind of girls.

  “Hey!” the woman still holding my hand yelled, bringing the attention of all the women. “Look what I found!”

  “She didn’t use to work here, did she?” one of them asked.

  She was a blonde with hair down to her mid-back. It was styled in waves around her beautiful face, and I knew instantly that I would kill for her hair.

  It was probably a hundred percent real, too.

  “Umm,” I said. “I came with Bennett. I’m not a stripper.”

  They all stared at me, blinking in surprise.

  “You came with Bennett?” another one asked.

  This one was a brunette.

  “That’s true,” I confirmed, continuing around the table. “My name’s Lennox.”

  “I love that name!” the first blonde said. “My name’s Blake, I’m married to Foster. The woman who still has yet to let you go is Memphis, and she’s married to Downy, since I’m fairly sure she’s not stopped talking long enough to introduce herself.”

  I smiled at them both.

  Memphis looked sheepish that she’d forgotten to introduce herself, and I patted her on the hand.

  “It’s okay,” I said soothingly. “My best friend’s the same way.”

  She grinned. “Right, then let me introduce you to the rest of the SWAT women.”

  Ten minutes later I knew everyone’s names, and who they were married to. Nico to Georgia. Luke to Reese. Downy to Memphis. Foster to Blake. And last, but not least, Mercy to Miller.

  “Alright.” I nodded, once Reese introduced herself. “I will try to remember, but please forgive me if I slip up. I’m horrible with names.”

  They all smiled in understanding.

  Reese got up and asked, “Is there anything you’d like to drink? We have a full bar… I don’t know how to make actual drinks, so if you want something specific, be prepared for it not to be what you wanted.”

  I laughed. “How about anything non-alcoholic?”

  “Coke?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Dr. Pepper is fine.”

  She grinned and walked behind the bar, leaving me alone with four very interested women.

  “So you’re seeing Bennett?” Mercy asked.

  I nodded, then frowned as I thought about it.

  “Yeah…no… I don’t really know. I’m not really sure if you could count this as a date,” I admitted.

  Mercy raised her brows at me. “What aren’t you sure about?”

  I ran my finger along the collar of my shirt, stretching it out slightly.

  “I asked him what he was doing after I took his stitches out of his hand, and I think he felt obligated to ask me to come out with him,” I explained.

  They all started laughing. Every single one of them.

  “What?” I asked, starting to feel uncomfortable not being in on whatever joke I’d just told.

  It was Reese who explained as she walked up with my Dr. Pepper.

  “Bennett doesn’t do anything that he doesn’t want to do. Trust me. He’s got the hardest head of the entire bunch of men, and he has no problem letting you know that he has a problem doing what you’re asking of him,” Reese informed me.

  I blinked. “Really? He seems pretty standard in the man department.”

  “She bet him he couldn’t climb the rope out in the warehouse. He proved her wrong and I expect she now has to do something naughty to him later,” Memphis teased, throwing me a smile.

  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 woman 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.

&n
bsp; “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 who 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 in 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 on to 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 farther.

  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 turned 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.