Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

“There was another murder,” I said softly. “Give me a few minutes to come down and I’ll escort you inside.”

  I’d known she’d be here.

  She couldn’t help herself.

  She’d been by to see Nathan Cox multiple times since he’d been there.

  And with what I’d told her last night about Madden and his two kids, I knew she’d be here as soon as she could.

  I’d planted the hint to call Shiloh and Georgia, though.

  Madden didn’t deserve that lot in life.

  He deserved to live a happy, easy life.

  Something he couldn’t do anymore.

  Not with two kids.

  Two kids he was adamant he was not leaving.

  And he was most definitely not giving up.

  In the eyes of the law, a child is solely your child, no matter what the age.

  Although it got a little hairy when you couldn’t take care of your children.

  Something Madden couldn’t do by himself.

  The best way to make this happen was to place all three within a home that was willing to take them on.

  And that was where Nikki, Shiloh, and Georgia came in.

  “I gotta go let my girl in,” I told the two men in front of me. “She’s stuck outside the ER with a shit ton of cops and reporters.”

  They both nodded.

  “That’s fine. We’re leaving anyway. We’ll walk down with you,” Elliott said.

  Nodding, I hit the down button, and the elevator doors swung open.

  “Do you think what you got today will help?” I asked the two as the doors closed and we started to descend.

  Elliott shrugged, but Palmer nodded. “I think so, yes.”

  I felt a relieved breath pour through me.

  “That’s good,” I told them. “Really good.”

  And it was.

  Cops didn’t deserve to have even more people against them.

  They deserved unity and support from the public, and with all the cop related shootings going on lately, it wasn’t looking good for us.

  “You know my number,” I said when the doors opened.

  The two of them nodded and exited the ER with me.

  Once outside, they went left, and I went straight to where I could see Nikki and the two women at her sides.

  “Hey,” I said, pointing toward the gap in the sawhorses the police had erected.

  They all nodded and started pushing through the last of the crowd until they arrived at the gap.

  When Estevez would’ve stopped them, I put my hand on his back.

  “They’re with me,” I informed him.

  He winked. “Gotcha.”

  Both girls came around the barrier and I pulled Nikki against my side with my arm around her shoulders. “I need a hug that’ll turn into sex,” she whispered against the skin of my neck. I squeezed her shoulders tightly, pulling her even deeper into me. Then, like a boss, I said, “I could give that to you…if you want.”

  Chapter 12

  Hello, my name is Nikki Pena, and I’m a liar. I’m also going to hell.

  -A liar’s secret thoughts

  Nikki

  “Hello?” Michael answered his phone with a large bite of hamburger taking up the majority of his mouth.

  Michael grinned, and I could see chunks of food in his mouth, causing me to turn away in disgust.

  My stomach roiled, and I looked down at the barely eaten plate of nachos I’d ordered for lunch- one hundred percent sure that if I tried to eat them I’d be barfing in no time.

  It’d been four weeks since all the business with Madden and his children had gone down, and a little over four weeks since little Nathan Cox had been admitted to the hospital for a gunshot wound to his head.

  All four were doing fine, and Madden was with his children at a temporary foster home until we could figure out a more permanent solution.

  Nathan, however, wasn’t home.

  Although he was doing much better, he still wasn’t where he needed to be to be allowed release from the hospital.

  Then there was the murderer out there killing cops and their pregnant wives.

  That was the worst.

  That part was so scary because I worried for my friends and family, since all of them were cops.

  Nausea started to slither up the back of my throat, and I hastily grabbed my cup of tea before taking several sips in a vain attempt to keep it down.

  “I told you to buy a four-wheel drive,” Michael said, taking another bite of his sandwich.

  I closed my eyes as a ball of food and stomach contents started coming up my throat and swallowed convulsively to get it to go back down.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Michael said with a laugh. “Don’t dig it down anymore. I’ll be there.”

  I opened my eyes when I felt the table cloth move from him standing up.

  I raised an expectant brow at him, all the while trying not to let on just how badly I felt.

  “My sister’s stuck in her front yard. I have to go pull her out. Do you want to go or are you going home to study?” he asked hopefully.

  I immediately started to feel bad.

  Although I’d spent time with him over the last month, I’d not spent much time with him.

  We were together… just not together. I was there physically, just not mentally.

  I’d been studying for my final exam that would hopefully lead to me being a certified mid-wife in the state of Texas.

  A test that I was taking next week if all worked out as planned.

  I had been ignoring him, though, and I was regretting that.

  The only time we actually spent together, without me studying, was when I was laying in his arms at night.

  “I’ll go,” I said softly, standing up.

  A wave of exhaustion hit me the moment I stood, and I swayed.

  Michael caught me by the elbow and asked, “Okay?”

  I nodded. “I’m really tired.”

  His brows raised.

  “That’s ‘cause you’ve been studying into the wee hours of the night, working so much you get overtired and waking up at the crack of dawn for more studying,” he admonished, helping me around the table and easing me into the aisle.

  He didn’t let go of my hand until I was fully ensconced in his truck.

  “Buckle up, baby,” he whispered, running the rough palm of his hand up my thigh.

  I shivered at the familiar touch, and my core started to clench in anticipation.

  “Okay,” I said quickly, plugging my seatbelt in and squeezing my legs shut tightly to circumvent the need that was slowly starting to course through me.

  Nausea completely forgotten now that I could only think about how his cock would feel inside my…Nikki! Control yourself!

  I was a walking horny machine.

  At any given time of the day or night, I was ready to go.

  So horny, in fact, that I now masturbated in the shower to thoughts of Michael when he wasn’t there to take care of me.

  “What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, the look on his face comically knowing.

  “Nothing,” I muttered, trying my best to make the whole horny feeling go away.

  But it wasn’t any use.

  It was there to stay and would be until either he or I, took care of it.

  Jesus, I was becoming such a slut puppy!

  We’d driven about two miles and were just turning onto a dirt road when he suddenly pulled off into a copse of trees, the truck bouncing awkwardly on the grass and gravel before he rocked to a stop.

  “Michael!” I gasped.

  Then I was being pulled across the seat, dragged into his lap until I was facing the windshield.

  I could feel the hard column of his cock digging into my ass, and I squirmed in excitement.

  “Do you know,” he murmured against my neck, “What it’s like to see you like this?”


  I shook my head and arched my body when he started to move his fingers from my hips, up my rib cage, to come to a stop at my distended nipples.

  Nipples that had become so sensitive lately that I could barely breathe when he touched them.

  Even the minutest of touches had me soaring in seconds.

  “N-no,” I said, gasping for breath.

  He growled against my neck.

  “I can always tell,” he told me. “I could tell two years ago, and I can still tell now. You have a tell, baby.”

  I moaned when his mouth moved up the column of my neck to dip his tongue slightly into my ear before licking around the outer shell.

  “A tell?” I asked breathlessly.

  My eyes closed as his other hand went down until he reached the hem of my skirt and slowly started to work it up.

  It wasn’t long before my ass was bared, and he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties.

  “You rub your legs together and flip your hair from side to side. Your nipples get hard, and your eyes start to dilate,” he informed me, moving his hand until his fingers zeroed in on my pussy.

  Three fingers coasted through the lips of my sex and immediately found purchase inside me.

  “So wet for me, too,” he growled.

  I nodded, lifting my hand to play with my other breast.

  “Yeah, all of it’s for you,” I told him honestly. “All I can think about is having you inside of me.”

  He chuckled against my neck. “Do you know what it’s like to have a boner in the same room as your woman’s brother? It’s not fuckin’ easy, and it happens all the time with all the dirty texts you send me day in and day out.”

  I laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” I lied.

  He snorted at my lie. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”

  Then his hands went to his belt behind my back, and I felt his buckle being released from its clasp, and his pants pulled down over his hips.

  When his cock popped free of its confines, it rubbed deliciously against the cheeks of my ass before he said, “Sit up.”

  I nodded, lifting up until he could position himself at my entrance.

  He pulled me down, filling me so swiftly and quickly that I immediately started coming.

  I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but even the idea of him taking me so roughly had me seeing stars.

  “So fuckin’ responsive,” he growled as he took my hips and started roughly pulling me down on him.

  I made a keening noise in my throat in agreement, and he laughed.

  “Lean forward so I can watch you taking me. Hold onto the steering wheel,” he ordered me.

  I did, leaning forward until my breasts were pressed up against the horn and swiftly picked up the pace again, working fast to bring him to release.

  “So perfect,” he whispered, running his hands over the expanse of my ass.

  I moaned again.

  “Yeah, you fill me so good,” I said, slapping my ass against his thighs, taking his big dick as far as I could get him.

  His hand ran up the length of my spine to settle on my shoulder, then slammed me down using the purchase he had, urging me to go faster and faster.

  On one particular thrust, he started to come.

  I felt his belly tighten, then his cock started to jump as he shot his release into my waiting channel.

  And that was all I needed, once again, to come.

  My eyes crossed, and I threw my head back.

  Michael fisted my hair as it tickled his belly, holding me steady with it when I finally came down from the high he’d just delivered to me.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered fiercely.

  I smiled and leaned back until my back rested against his front.

  He wrapped both hands around me and buried his face into my neck.

  “You’re killing me lately,” he whispered laughingly.

  I snorted.

  “I can’t help it. That’s all I think about. Your cock,” I teased.

  He chuckled and leaned forward to grab the stack of napkins we’d gotten from Chick-Fil-A the night before.

  Handing half to me, I placed them on the front of my vagina while he took the back, doing his best to catch the cum that had started to leak from my pussy the moment it was free of his cock.

  I fell to my side in the passenger seat and did my best to clean myself of his cum before retaking my seat.

  He’d already tossed his napkins in the little bag hanging from his steering column.

  “Here,” I said, offering the soiled napkins to him.

  He gave me a ‘yeah right’ look and took the bag off his steering column, offering it to me. “There.”

  I smiled and shoved the napkins into the bag before handing it back to him.

  He took it reluctantly and replaced it before starting the truck up once more and backing out of the makeshift driveway.

  “We’re going to be late,” I told him.

  He tossed me a look. “We’re not going to be late. You can’t be late to somethin’ like this.”

  Instead of answering, I stayed silent and watched the trees pass by, my nausea starting to return now that the horniness wasn’t there to overwhelm the nausea.

  “You can be late to something like this if your sister’s been sitting in the driveway for the last hour waiting on us to get there,” I retorted.

  He rolled his eyes, not that I could tell that he’d done so.

  I, at least, heard the derision in his tone.

  “My sister can wait as long as it takes, seeing as I told her not to buy the house in the first place because it was in a flood zone. Then I told her not to wait on getting a driveway because if she did, the whole thing would flood and she’d tear up her yard. Then when she didn’t get the driveway, I told her to get a four-wheel drive. Do you know what she got? A two-wheel drive Jeep. Who the fuck gets a two-wheel drive Jeep?”

  I could tell that he really wanted to know, and I didn’t have an answer for him.

  The answer was: nobody.

  What was the point of a Jeep if it didn’t have four-wheel drive?

  Not that I’d side with him.

  Women needed to side with each other, otherwise men would take over the world.

  Or, at least, Michael would get a fat head thinking he was always right.

  “She lives out in the boonies, too, which means it’s a drive from wherever I’m at,” he told me as he turned down a dirt road. “And it’s a fixer-upper, so I’m there every other weekend, it seems like.”

  He wasn’t there every other weekend, which I told him.

  “You’re not there every other weekend. Because you’ve been with me for a month now, and I’ve never met her, and you spend your weekends with me,” I told him dryly.

  He winked at me, and I felt shivers race down my spine.

  But then we hit a pothole causing the truck to dip down low.

  And the nausea welled back up my throat.

  “Pull over!” I pleaded, hand going to my mouth.

  He read the state I was in quickly with a fast scan of his eyes and pulled over. Not that it was much.

  But it was enough.

  He stopped the truck, and I had just enough time to throw my door open before I lost the lunch that I’d barely eaten.

  My head felt like it was a million times too big as I threw up everything I had in there, then started dry heaving.

  I guess Michael was worried about me falling out of the truck because his hand went to the waistband of my skirt to hold on while I violently puked.

  Head pounding, I lifted up.

  Only to come face to face with a cow.

  He was on his side of the fence, but still, the surprise of it all had me squeaking in surprise.

  “You okay?” Michael asked.

  I turned to him, then back to the cow.

  “Yeah, I’m okay now. I’ve been nauseo
us since breakfast,” I told him.

  “Stomach bug?” he asked worriedly.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. We have so many sick people come through the hospital every day that it’s possible. But I haven’t a clue. I just hope it goes the hell away.”

  Reluctantly, he let my skirt go and turned back to face the front of the truck.

  “Maybe we should take you home,” he said. “It wouldn’t be good to pass whatever you have to Reggie.”

  I waved my hand. “I’ll stay in the car. You’re all the way out here, and I’ll be fine as long as you don’t mind.”

  He shook his head. “No, I don’t mind. Just don’t spread your cooties to me.”

  I snorted, and pulled the door closed, tossing a glance at the cow who looked a little bit sad to see me go.

  I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes as Michael started moving the truck back down the road. At a much slower pace this time.

  “I won’t spread my cooties if I can help it,” I laughed.

  His hand captured mine, and he held it on top of the middle console for another two miles.

  Then he pulled into a… yard.

  There wasn’t any driveway.

  None at all.

  And with all the rain we’d been getting over the past two months, her yard resembled more of a lake than a yard.

  “She drives a jacked-up two-wheel drive Jeep…” I said unsurprised. “Why would she lift a two-wheel drive?”

  Michael burst out laughing.

  “Exactly!”

  He tried to drive carefully, but the moment he pulled into her yard, his tires sank and started to spin.

  “Gonna have to put it in already,” he muttered, doing something on the floorboard that I couldn’t see.

  I couldn’t see it because the woman that was coming out of the little brown house was beautiful.

  I could clearly tell she was Michael’s sister.

  She had the same beautiful brown hair, and even from this distance, I could see that her eyes were the same translucent blue.

  “She looks just like you,” I observed as he pulled a u-ey in her yard and started to back up.

  Mud splattered and slammed against the windows, causing me to laugh at the situation.

  I’d been mudding before.

  Hell, I was raised in East Texas.

  If you hadn’t been mudding, that was because you hadn’t lived here long.