Nobody Knows (SWAT Generation 2.0 Book 11)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Seconds after that, the damn thing fluttered to the ground, discarded and forgotten at our feet.

  Her breath hitched when her bare chest pressed against mine.

  “Now your pants,” she groaned. “I’ve been wanting to get a look at your dick all night.”

  “Are you trying to say that I’ve been doing a bad job at hiding it?” I asked curiously as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and slowly started to lower them.

  She paused with her leggings pushed about midway down her butt.

  I could just barely make out the curly brown hair covering her mound.

  I didn’t stop pushing my pants down but did it slow enough that I could see her breath start to come out in pants.

  “We should probably not do this,” she admitted as she licked her lips.

  My dick was just about to pop free when she moaned and closed her eyes.

  “Shit,” she said as she shoved her pants and panties down faster than I ever imagined they could be peeled down. Then she was kicking them off so hard that they sailed across the room and hit the window across the room.

  My lips quirked as my dick popped free and she slowly peeked one eye back open.

  She shivered deliciously before her eyes narrowed on what I knew she was going to see.

  The scars.

  This was why I hadn’t slept with anyone else since I’d gotten back.

  I didn’t want to have to explain.

  But with Sierra? I knew that I didn’t have to explain anything. That was what made her even more appealing.

  I didn’t have to say where the scars came from. I didn’t have to tell her that I just couldn’t sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I was back where I never should’ve been. I didn’t have to tell her anything, because she already knew.

  Sure, she didn’t know the most minute of details. But she knew that something had happened. She knew that I’d been captured. She knew that I’d been held prisoner and that things hadn’t gone in my favor.

  And I knew she wouldn’t ask anything of me. At least, not tonight.

  Her eyes lifted to mine, her heart in her eyes, but no words on her lips.

  Which was exactly what I fucking needed right then and there.

  Kicking my sweats off seconds later, I closed the gap between us and picked her up.

  She quietly wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist, and looked down into my eyes.

  We didn’t need words as I kissed her. We didn’t need to say anything, because this was honestly a long time coming.

  We were both kidding ourselves if we thought that this wouldn’t happen.

  I’d been attracted to her since I’d joined the SWAT team and seen her at one of the first family functions I’d attended. Now, knowing that she’d been my pen pal for years? That sealed the deal.

  I wanted her, and I was going to make her mine.

  Her breath caught when she pulled back and read the truth in my eyes. The truth that I didn’t try to hide.

  “This is insane,” she said. “But I’m insane. So this works for me.”

  I chuckled against her lips as I pushed her up against the wall and pressed her against it.

  Her back arched as her bare skin met the cool wood.

  But neither one of us changed positions as I slowly pulled back and allowed my dick to press up between us.

  She moaned and buried her face in my neck, her mouth slowly moving sensually up and down the length of my throat.

  I’d had a lot of memories when it came to my throat. Hands on it that crushed my airway so that oxygen couldn’t get in or out. Hands holding me underwater as they waterboarded me and tried to pry information out of me. Information that I didn’t have. Hell, at one point in time, I’d even had fucking chains locked around my neck.

  Needless to say, when her lips met where I’d always wondered if I could handle touch again? I was hesitant. But then a slow buildup of fire started to roll down the length of my spine with each pass of her lips.

  And when she started to bring her tongue into the mix? Yeah, I was convinced that anything Sierra wanted to do to my body would be okay based solely on how good it felt to have her mouth in such an innocent spot.

  “Put it inside,” she urged.

  I squeezed my eyes tightly closed as my hand tensed on her ass, my fingers digging into the soft flesh.

  “It’s been a really long time,” I admitted stiffly, unable to help myself from rocking my engorged cock into her wet heat. And she was wet. Very, very wet. The length of my cock moving up and down the lips of her sex was making a wet sound. One that let me know that I would have no problem sliding inside if I was only to change the angle. “If I get inside you before getting you off… it’s done with.”

  She snickered against my throat, then latched on with her teeth.

  The suddenness of the move had my cock jolting and notching at her entrance.

  I growled and pulled away, looked into her eyes, and then went ahead and pushed my cock into her wet, sweet heat.

  And God, was she warm. So fucking warm that I wanted to bury myself there and live there forever.

  That was doable, right?

  “You’re looking at me like you’re going to devour me.” She gasped as she wiggled on my cock.

  I was big.

  Not like superhuman, star in a porn about my monster cock, big. But bigger than average. I knew that I had to take it slow or I could hurt her, and the way she was shifting and trying to accommodate my size let me know that it’d probably been a long while for her, too.

  “I thought that you dated some dude name Mark before me?” I asked as I ran my tongue along the length of her collarbone.

  She laughed then, startling me into pushing farther into her thanks to the way her pussy clamped down on my cock with each laugh that came out of her mouth.

  Her laughter fell off as I slowly pushed my way into her, filling her up with all that I had to give.

  “That’s funny,” she admitted. “You thinking that Mark would deign to give me that.”

  “Give you what?” I asked, seriously confused.

  “His penis,” she whispered in my ear. “He wouldn’t. Once I told him how much I wanted kids, he started guarding his baby batter like I was going to steal it one night in his sleep.”

  I burst out laughing.

  Never in my life had I thought that I could laugh like that—inside her of all places—but there I was, fucking laughing.

  “Fuck me.” I groaned into her throat when her laughing caused her to start tightening and clenching onto my cock. “Stop, or I’m going to blow.”

  She pushed me backward so that I wasn’t pressed up fully against her any longer.

  The new position made me use my arms more than pressing her against the wall with my body, making the muscles in my arms bulge.

  Her eyes went to the veins popping out along my forearms, and she smoothed her fingers up the length of both before moving down lower to where we were connected.

  I nearly dropped her ass when I saw her circle her clit with one finger.

  “Steady,” she said. “You don’t want to drop me yet. I’m really close, and I think that I might not be if you dropped me.”

  I snorted before giving her a smirk.

  “I think you’re underestimating my abilities,” I said, pulling back and shoving back forward so hard that she gasped.

  Her tits jumped as I pulled back and did it again.

  I wanted to pull one of those luscious nipples into my mouth, but I decided that wouldn’t be a good idea, because she was giving me an erotic show with her finger and it was so good, I didn’t want it to stop.

  “You’re giving me a complex,” she said. “You’re watching so intently that I feel like I’m doing it wrong.”

  My brows rose at her words.

  “Are you?” I rasped, feeling my balls start to lift in preparation for the release that I could feel coming. “Does it feel good?”
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br />   She licked her lips, her teeth biting into that plump lower lip of hers before she said, “Yes. It feels really good. With you pumping in and out of me that slowly? It’s exactly what I like. But I bet that it would feel better if it was your hand doing this.”

  Would it?

  Then it wouldn’t be so erotic, I didn’t think.

  But still, the idea of her clit under my finger did have a good sound to it.

  “Circle faster,” I said. “Press down a bit harder. I wouldn’t be light about it.”

  I wouldn’t, either. My fingers were too big. Too rough. It wouldn’t feel the same at all.

  “You’re right.” Her breathing hitched. “Your fingers would be rougher, too. I love your callused hands.”

  I groaned and bucked into her harder.

  “Shit,” she gasped. “That’s it.”

  Her pussy was now rippling around me in rhythmic waves, and I knew that both of our releases wouldn’t be long in coming.

  But I wanted it to last.

  I…

  “You can come in me.” She panted, her neck arched, and her head tossed back. “Can’t get me pregnant.”

  No, I couldn’t, could I?

  That was the sucky thing.

  I couldn’t get her pregnant… and I wanted to.

  I wanted the baby that she was carrying to be mine.

  I wanted her to be mine.

  I wanted… a life with her.

  Just the thought of her always being mine had me hurrying the speed of my thrusts. Even though she liked it slow, I needed it fast.

  And hard.

  Obviously, she did too, or she wouldn’t have come on my second fast, hard thrust.

  She cried out, her voice ringing in my ear as I buried my face into her neck and started to come.

  Hot jets of my cum filled her up, making her even slipperier, and causing my throat to emit a groan that was just as loud as her scream.

  Each thrust of my hips caused a jerk of hers, and soon I slowed to an unsteady stop as I realized what, exactly, we’d just done.

  I’d made her mine.

  She was never going to get to leave now.

  I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping her.

  “I…” I began just as she said, “I…”

  We both burst out laughing.

  It was only as our breathing started to even out that we heard it.

  “Are you two done yet?” my grans asked. “Because we already carried my couch in, and we’re waiting out here on the porch with yours until you are.”

  I dropped my forehead to rest against hers and started to laugh. “I hope you like having someone nosy in your life.”

  She ran her soft, silky hand up the length of my back, her fingers encountering a new scar that she hadn’t felt earlier. “I hope that you realize that I come with four.”

  My eyes softened at the wounded look that crossed her face.

  “Let’s go see them tomorrow,” I suggested as I pulled away from her and allowed her feet to hit the ground. “I don’t want them to think that I’m hiding.”

  She sighed. “They will think that I’m still pissed. Which I am.”

  She walked to the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me to tuck myself back into my sweatpants after cleaning off with a paper towel.

  I went and answered the door to find my grans and Oston sitting on my couch drinking what looked to be a cup of coffee from Panera Bread.

  “Sorry,” I said to them both.

  I’d long ago lost the ability to be embarrassed by my grans. She was very open and honest with me, and was actually the one to give me and Luca the sex talk when we were both fourteen. She also showed us a plethora of photos of what sexually transmitted diseases did to you if you weren’t careful. She also informed us both that, if we had a child when we were too young to raise it, that she would skin both of us alive.

  I was about ninety percent positive that she was joking.

  But my grans could be a scary bitch when she wanted to be.

  “’Bout time that you made an honest woman of her. You proposed?” she asked. “She said yes?”

  My mouth floundered open like I was a guppy.

  “Umm,” I started to say.

  “Of course he proposed,” Sierra lied as she came out onto the porch. “Do you think I would give him the milk for free?”

  “It’s good that he did that,” Grans said, her eyes gleaming. “When will y’all marry? Where’s your wedding ring?”

  “You’re getting married?”

  The newcomer, Hastings, all but squealed from halfway down the driveway. “Oh, my God!”

  The man behind her didn’t look nearly as excited as his wife.

  Honestly, he looked downright pissed.

  • • •

  “You can’t just expect me to be okay with this,” Sammy said. “You didn’t even talk to us.”

  “We’re not engaged, dumbass,” Sierra said. “I was just joking. Grans was giving us shit.”

  “True,” I said before taking a swallow of coffee. “Why are you here?”

  “I’m here because my pregnant wife wanted to go on a walk to your place because she hasn’t seen you in a while.” Sammy leveled me with a look. “And I wasn’t going to let her walk by herself after tonight.”

  “What about tonight?” I asked, stiffening.

  “You didn’t hear about that young woman that was run over?” he asked. “Where have you been? Under a rock?”

  My eyes met Sierra’s, and her face flamed a pretty little shade of red all over again.

  “That’s just sick.” Sammy shook his head. “Anyway, there was a woman running alone tonight on the road that Hastings and Sierra run on all the time between our duplex and this place. She was hit so hard it broke her back. They think that she’ll be able to walk again and all that, but for now they’re keeping her in a coma. Luckily they were able to identify her.”

  “Why do you look like that right now?” Sierra asked. “What else is wrong?”

  “The girl ended up being someone we know’s, um, love interest? I don’t know. He’s a doctor friend. He’s been in love with her for a while. Like a long while. And neither one really acknowledged it. Now he’s feeling like a dumbass for not admitting it.” Sammy shrugged.

  “It’s like a book scene playing out in my head.” Hastings punched the air again, she’d already done that four times in the last ten minutes. “If this was one of my books, the heroine of Zach’s story would’ve been mistaken for someone else and left for dead.”

  Something in the way she said it made a niggle of worry curl into the back of my brain.

  However, Sammy started talking again, and momentarily allowed my brain to halt thought on that niggle.

  “Mom wants you to come to dinner,” Sammy said, changing the subject.

  I thought that he would be looking at Sierra when I looked up, but when I did, it was to find him staring at me.

  “I was going to ask him, chill the fuck out,” Sierra growled.

  I looked over at her with surprise.

  “I got the text while we were… occupied,” she muttered under her breath.

  “Gross!”

  Grans, who hadn’t left like I’d assumed she had after Oston did, peered over the couch.

  “I think I got the wrong couch. This one is so much more comfortable.”

  And that was my grans, folks. Not embarrassed to have caught her grown grandson having sex with his new, pregnant girlfriend.

  Nice.

  CHAPTER 15

  You’ll do.

  -Sierra to Malachi

  MALACHI

  Gabriel,

  Since we’re allowed to talk about personal stuff now that we’re both adults, let’s talk about the fact that I had sex for the first time and hated it.

  Like, I’m talking, I’m not sure what the big deal is, hated it.

  I’ve sworn off all other men from here on out until the attraction for them is undeniable. That�
��s the only way I’ll ever be able to look past the fact that they’re awful in bed.

  Anyway, I haven’t heard from you for months, and I’m sending this to your last known address that we wrote back and forth from.

  You’re starting to really worry me, Gabriel.

  So much.

  Write me back already, or I’ll start to think bad thoughts.

  Sierra

  • • •

  The next morning, I wasn’t sure what drove me to the hospital. What made me think, I need to go get a good look at the girl that was hit.

  But I did it, and now I was standing in the nameless woman’s hospital room, studying her brown hair.

  “I’ll wait outside,” Saint, who’d decided to tag along with me today upon hearing where I was going, said.

  I nodded my head at him to acknowledge that I’d heard him, but my eyes were on the woman in the bed. Or, more importantly, her build.

  She was roughly the same size as Sierra. Like, almost exactly.

  I was just standing in the doorway, wondering what her face looked like when it wasn’t all bruised up, when there was a clearing of a throat behind me.

  I’d heard the man coming, of course. His steps were heavy as if he was tired, and he was wearing motorcycle boots, making it to where they squeaked and clunked against the just-shined floor.

  I looked over my shoulder.

  “Sorry,” I said to the haggard-looking doctor that came in. “I didn’t mean to…”

  I knew the doctor.

  He was a very good friend of a few members of the SWAT team.

  He also did not look good.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  The doctor, Zach, looked at me with worried eyes.

  “No, I’m not okay.” His voice sounded odd. Like it’d been put through a wood chipper. “That’s the girl that I love. The one that…” He trailed off. “I’m not okay.”

  I didn’t say anything to that.

  “When I decided that I was going to start picking up shifts in the ER because I was bored as hell on the maternity floor, I never imagined that I’d have to work on someone that I love…” He trailed off again, almost as if he hadn’t intended to say that aloud. “Do they have anything more to go by?” he asked me, assuming that I knew more than he did.