Code 11- KPD SWAT Box Set

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Nikki had been told by her brother what had transpired and let’s just say that she hadn’t been happy. Not even a little bit.

  When I’d gotten out of questioning, I’d found that Nikki had been taken home by Georgia.

  By the time I arrived home, it was four hours later and pushing ten o’clock.

  She hadn’t been asleep, though.

  Far from it.

  She’d been sitting on the couch watching the news. Which happened to have me as the breaking story.

  “Michael?” Nikki asked, removing her shirt from her body.

  My eyes took in the bounty before them.

  Nikki had always been beautiful.

  But right now, with the moon at her back streaming through the blinds, and her hair a curly mass falling down her back and draping over her shoulders, I thought she’d never been more beautiful.

  She had the beginnings of a belly, and the pink belly button piercing had a star attached to it, resting on the soft swell...a belly button ring I’d never seen before now.

  “Yeah, baby?” I asked, swallowing tightly.

  The next thing to go was the black bra.

  Although nothing special, it held up her breasts perfectly, placing them up and together, allowing my eyes to feast.

  And when Nikki lost it, her breasts bounced free, making my semi-hard erection full-blown as all the blood rushed to my dick.

  Her panties were the last thing to go.

  When she bent over, her breasts hung, swinging enticingly as she slipped the panties free of her feet and stepped out of them, one by one.

  I about lost my ability to speak as she put one knee into the bed and started to crawl up between my legs, stopping when she met my hips.

  “Make love to me,” she ordered.

  Swallowing thickly, I sat up slowly and gathered her face into my hands, placing my lips softly on hers.

  “Okay,” I whispered, before breaching her lips with my tongue, curling mine around hers.

  She moaned and leaned forward into the kiss, giving me her weight.

  I rolled with her until we were on our sides.

  My hands still in place against her cheeks, I let one slip, tracing down her shoulder, curving around her breasts, following the line of her side until it came to a rest against the back of her thigh.

  She moaned when I let my hand move farther back to flatten around the curve of her ass, fingers dipping into her overheated core.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I never dreamed that would happen,” I told her.

  A sob caught in her throat and she kissed me harder.

  “You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to die,” she said desperately between kisses.

  I moaned when her hand found my throbbing erection.

  “Guide it inside you,” I said, spreading the lips of her ass with my fingers and pushing forward with my hips.

  She angled my cock to let the head rest at the entrance of her sex, and we both flexed toward each other the moment our skin met.

  She gasped into my mouth as my cock filled her to the breaking point.

  “You fill me completely,” she whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever leave me like that again, okay? Always say goodbye.”

  I promised her and then continued to promise with my body. The way my hands ran along her skin.

  The way my cock thrust in and out of her.

  Our lovemaking was slow, steady, and beautiful.

  Something we both needed right then.

  And long minutes later, when I felt her pussy start to clench around my cock, I let go, too.

  Shooting my essence into her waiting heat, filling her up with cock, my cum, and my love.

  “I love you, Nikki. I promise not to leave without saying goodbye… as long as you promise me something in return,” I panted against her lips.

  Her eyes opened, and I stared into her beautiful brown orbs as she asked, “What do you want me to promise?”

  I leaned forward, ran the tip of my nose along the bridge of her nose.

  “That when we’re married, you’ll forgive me like this every time,” I told her sweetly.

  She laughed, and I rolled until she was once again on top.

  My flesh, that was still seated inside of her, started to throb once again at the new position, but what she said next had my entire focus, not the state of my dick.

  “Are you asking me to marry you, Michael Alvarez?” She smiled happily.

  Her hair spilled over her shoulders, tickling my chest.

  I shook mine. “No.”

  Her eyes, which had been happy, veiled slightly, so I hurriedly explained.

  “I’m telling you that you’re marrying me,” I said, reaching under my pillow to pull out a hot pink velvet-covered box I’d picked out.

  Her eyes widened as she watched me open the box and then continued to widen as I pulled out the ring and held it out to her.

  She raised her hand, offering me her finger.

  It fit her perfectly, sliding over her knuckle and coming to rest just right.

  “You will marry me, Nikki Pena,” I ordered her.

  She leaned forward and placed her lips against mine.

  “I thought you were never going to ask,” she teased.

  I smacked her ass, causing her to jump in surprise.

  Inadvertently making my hard cock ram into her to the hilt.

  Her eyelids lowered slightly, and I smiled.

  “Not sure about the asking part yet… It’s just a formality. I only expect one answer, and one answer only,” I informed her.

  Her eyes narrowed. “Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? Bossiness?”

  I grinned.

  “Yeah, that’s what you have to look forward to. Plus loving all night long. Babysitting whenever you need it. A hug when you want it. Kisses in the middle of the night. Gas in your tank. Your groceries brought into the house. Pants put into the hamper. Steaks cooked on the grill,” I listed out my attributes, purposefully making them sound really enticing.

  She narrowed her eyes. “It’s not babysitting if it’s your own kids,” she countered.

  I snorted. “Whatever you say, darling mine.”

  “As long as you know that, I’ll marry you.”

  I laughed and rolled with her once again, pushing my cock into her and grinding my hips against hers.

  “I’ll remember that.”

  “You bet you will, big boy.”

  Chapter 20

  Nikki

  “Alright,” Memphis said, laying on the lounge next to me. “How did we all end up in this predicament?”

  I laughed.

  There was no other recourse.

  Seven women were in attendance with me today, and all but one were pregnant.

  Georgia, Memphis, Lennox, Mercy, and Blake were all in different stages of pregnancy.

  Although, I was on my first pregnancy while the rest of them were on their second.

  Seemed the men of Kilgore SWAT liked to keep their women barefoot and pregnant.

  Fighting crime during the day and making babies at night.

  I laughed and rolled over onto my side to face Memphis and the other ladies.

  Today we were having a spa day.

  I was getting married in less than four hours, and the SWAT ladies were having a pamper day while the men did some fishing.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, running my hand over my belly.

  Two months had passed since Doctor Stan Jones had been formally charged for killing fifteen officers, their wives, and three of those officers’ children.

  “You know exactly what she’s talking about, hoe,” Georgia said, stretching and wiggling her toes.

  I smiled.

  Yeah, I did.

  “Guess maybe one of us needs to learn control,” I surmised, sighing in appreciation when the man at my feet rubbed a p
articularly good spot on the heel of my foot.

  “Hey, I noticed that Dr. Jones name was scraped off the paint at the door this morning when I went to my appointment,” Reese said before she took a drink of her Dr. Pepper. All eyes turned to hers, and her eyes widened in alarm. “I’m not pregnant! It was just my yearly pap, I swear!”

  When all eyes stayed on her, she held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

  “Scout’s honor is three fingers, not two,” I replied helpfully.

  “Well, whatever it is, I just had my yearly. I got my tubes tied after the little hellion arrived,” Reese promised solemnly.

  That was the truth.

  Her son was a little hellion. Just like his daddy, that boy was.

  “Yeah, they took his name off of everything,” Memphis said. “Printed new business cards. Changed the signs out front. Painted over the wall with his face on it. Updated the website. Anything with ‘Jones’ on it was probably burned.”

  I didn’t doubt that.

  After Dr. Jones was killed, they found evidence linking him to nearly every crime scene in his house. The clothes that he wore. The gun that he used. Hell, even the dog that he took with him.

  He sure was arrogant, but in the end, justice was served for those officers, their wives, and the children.

  “That’s not a surprise. They’d had to do a lot of ass kissing to keep most of their clients. The only thing they had going for them was that they dominate the area. We’d have to drive to Dallas to find a doctor in our network,” I told them all.

  Mercy made a sound of agreement. “Same here. We’re using Miller’s insurance, and they wouldn’t accept anyone else unless we wanted to pay nearly twice as much for out of network.”

  I grimaced.

  “Let’s change the subject to something better. Nikki doesn’t need this on her wedding day,” Blake yawned loudly.

  I snickered.

  “Tired, Blake?” I asked teasingly.

  She rolled her head in my direction. “Yes. That man of mine doesn’t care that my hours aren’t the same as his. He only sees my ass in the air and wants to touch it. Then touching leads to other things. And then I’m out two hours of sleep. Sleep that I needed because his baby seems to think I’m a superhero, demanding all this energy, food, and drink.”

  “You’re not having a boy. Boys are horrible,” Reese said, closing her eyes and smiling fondly at something only she could see.

  “Boys aren’t horrible. But, I do feel fine,” Lennox said.

  We all rolled our eyes. Lennox thought that everything was ‘fine.’

  She loved being pregnant… most likely because her first pregnancy was a breeze, despite the complications from when she was hurt by a deranged woman.

  She just had no clue how bad a pregnancy could be because she was always floating on cloud nine with the unicorns, her glowing skin, and ample energy.

  She was still in the ‘I have a positive pregnancy test’ stage. The stage where she was floating on air, and loved to put on pregnancy clothes.

  Clothes she didn’t need yet.

  “Hey, what color are you doing?” the man between my legs asked.

  “Purple and pink,” I said. “Alternating.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  Pietro was used to my quirks.

  I’d been seeing him every two weeks for a year now.

  He knew all about Michael. Knew all about my family. Knew about my love of color. My job. The new home Michael and I were building.

  A home that should be done very, very soon, in fact.

  “Why do you always get the muscled guy who has good hands?” Georgia asked, narrowing her eyes.

  I shrugged. “I found him first.”

  “Ladies, ladies. No need to fight over me. I’m just loyal to my girl here,” he teased.

  “Nikki delivered his baby. That’s why he loves her so much,” Georgia informed the rest of the ladies.

  I did. He was my second baby.

  Him and his wife, Trudy, had been contemplating a home birth over a hospital birth for over six months before they’d finally decided to call my mentor, Annalise, in for an evaluation.

  And three months later, I’d delivered my second child ever as a midwife with Pietro at my side.

  Twenty minutes later, I was done and heading to get my hair and makeup done when I was called by our contractor.

  “You’re officially done!” Alex crowed.

  I screamed. “Yes!”

  We weren’t sure if it’d be done in time, seeing as I’d been so nitpicky about everything.

  I’d had to choose the tile, the paint, the stain for the wood floors in the kitchen, cabinets, countertops.

  I’d wanted to be a huge part of everything, and I was.

  Which annoyed the hell out of Michael.

  He was all for customization, but I didn’t think he knew what he was getting into when he offered me the huge book of paint chips.

  But he knew now.

  “That’s great!” I exclaimed. “What do you need from me?”

  “Nothing. I just dropped it all off at your parents’ place. The keys are yours, my dear!” Alex informed me.

  I smiled. “Wonderful. I’m so happy, thank you so much, Alex.”

  After hanging up, I immediately called Michael.

  “Guess what!” I said, bouncing up and down in excitement. “They finished!”

  Michael’s smooth, deep voice sent shivers through me. “That’s good, baby. He said he’d do it.”

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way it felt to listen to his voice.

  The way joy spread through me. The way I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around him.

  My fiancé and soon-to-be husband.

  “You catching anything?” I asked after I composed myself.

  “Sun. That’s about fucking it,” he growled. “But that’s the way of it, isn’t it?”

  I agreed. I hated going fishing, just for the sheer fact we never caught anything.

  Or maybe we would, had I any patience.

  “Well, I just wanted to tell you that. Go back to catching your sun,” I said softly, as Pietro made his way into the room with his huge package of bobby pins, hair rollers, and other odds and ends to start fixing my hair.

  “Okay, baby. Love you,” he murmured.

  “Love you more.”

  ***

  The moment I saw him as I walked down the aisle, a smile burst over my lips, and my hand came up to cover my mouth.

  “Oh, my God,” I said, turning to Georgia with wide eyes.

  Her eyes were filled with her own tears of laughter as she caught a look at my man as well.

  “Jesus,” I said, shaking my head. “What the hell is wrong with that man?”

  He wasn’t lying about catching sun.

  He caught a whole lot of it.

  Georgia snorted, and my father gave out a strangled laugh of his own.

  “Let’s get you to him, honey. He’ll think you can’t handle him for better or for worse if you’re not careful.”

  Georgia was the final one to leave, and I was left with my father.

  “You look beautiful, baby,” he said softly.

  I smiled at him, seeing the truth in his eyes.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I told him. “I’ll still see you every Sunday for lunch after mass.”

  He smiled. “I know. You’re just my first little bird out of the nest,” he said, running his hand over my hair and smoothing back a stray curl that’d fallen from a pin.

  “Nico was your first little bird,” I said laughingly.

  He shrugged. “Nico can take care of himself. You’re my first girl. And you’ll no longer have my name. You’re the first bird I’m setting free.”

  Hugging him tightly, I let him go and turned to face the now closed door.

  “Alright, I’m ready,” I said with a nervous sigh.

  “He’ll b
e good to you, baby. You’ve tamed the beast,” he said before the attendants opened the doors to the church.

  I looked up at him, and I caught the first flash of a camera as it captured this moment forever in time.

  “I know. But he tamed my beast too. Let’s do this.”

  With a smile, he offered me his arm, and I placed my hand delicately on his sleeve.

  “I love you, Papa,” I told him.

  He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Love you too, baby.”

  I could already hear my mother crying, as well as my bridesmaids.

  “Jesus,” my father said in despair. “It’s like an estrogen fest in here. It’s choking me.”

  I brought my flowers up to cover my snorted cough at those words and turned to face my future husband once again.

  Man, these would be some horrible pictures.

  But I’d cherish them for the rest of my life.

  We finally made it to the end of the aisle, and my eyes connected with Michael’s.

  I barely caught the words as the priest asked, “Who gives this woman to this man?”

  My father’s deep voice said, “Her mother and I do,” and suddenly I was in Michael’s arms.

  “Michael,” I said trying not to laugh. “Why wouldn’t you wear any sunscreen?”

  He shrugged, grinning unrepentantly. “I was just worried about which fishing poles I was going to take. Not about anything like sunscreen.”

  I raised a brow at him. “What exactly did you expect to happen?”

  He shrugged and fell silent when the priest started to give us a blessing.

  I looked shyly at the man I was seconds away from pledging my life to, and I knew this would forever be one of the best memories in the world.

  “I love you, Michael,” I said soft enough so that only he could hear.

  “I love you, too,” he replied back, uncaring that the pastor gave him a dirty look.

  He didn’t have anyone to please, except me, and the same went for me.

  We no longer wanted to worry about anyone but ourselves and what it would mean to each of us.

  And that’s the way we would do it from now on.

  Nobody needed to know why Michael was tatted up head to toe.

  Because we only lived by one motto now.

  And that was to live and let live.

  ***

  Five hours later

  “Michael! I’m too big!” I yelled as Michael’s hands went around my waist as he opened my door. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”