May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 Book 5)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I finished yanking my shirt and bra off my head, tossed them unceremoniously to the side, and looked down at where Louis was inspecting my pussy. His eyes roved over it as if he wasn’t quite sure where he wanted to start.

  “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, then leaned down and gave one solid swipe from my perineum to my clit.

  I felt like a hot spark of need jolted my clit, causing my body to jerk in his arms.

  He laughed, then did it again, this time not stopping at just a swipe of his tongue. No, he stayed where he was, rapidly flicking his tongue over my clit, causing my body to heat.

  “That’s where I want you,” he growled.

  I looked down at him, unaware that my eyes had focused blankly on the ceiling, and saw his eyes on me.

  Then, eyes connected, he watched me watch him plunge his tongue into my entrance.

  I licked my lips, unable to look away.

  Jesus, that was hot.

  His beard was rubbing me perfectly, and his nose was situated in just the right place so that it brushed my clit with every swipe of his tongue.

  I squirmed under his gaze, unable to stop myself from climbing higher and higher.

  Though, that was exactly what he wanted.

  He watched as my nipples pebbled, goosebumps rose over my belly, breasts, and neck. Then a flush started at the tips of my breasts and worked its way up to my cheeks.

  Seconds later, when I felt like I couldn’t take one more thrust of his tongue, he brought his hand up and shoved three fingers straight into my pussy.

  My gaze lost his as my back bowed.

  My orgasm slammed into me so hard that I couldn’t hold on to my legs any longer. They slammed down hard on his head, holding him there as my orgasm overtook me.

  Though, once again, Louis easily showed me who was definitely the stronger one in the relationship, because seconds later, he had my legs from around his head, and he was spreading them wide.

  Moments after that, he was following through with his body and settling himself between my thighs.

  And just as the last dregs of my orgasm started to wane from me, he thrust inside of me hard.

  One second I was achingly empty, and the next, I was overly full.

  My breasts jerked. My hands clenched onto his sides, my fingernails digging into the sensitive skin, and my voice cracked as an ear-piercing scream of ecstasy left my throat.

  His chuckle followed his rough entrance.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he growled.

  I was too stunned at the way my orgasm had once again come back with a vengeance, though.

  Just when I thought that it was gone, the feeling of utter euphoria was back.

  My pussy clenched down hard on his cock as waves of excitement once again poured through me.

  His rough thrusts continued to pound into me through the waves. But he never let me come down. Just as quickly as it waned, the feeling started to build again.

  The rough slap-slap of our bodies hitting each other filled the quiet room, along with our rough breathing.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his mouth coming down onto mine for a short, hard kiss. “You tighten around me so perfectly.”

  I thought it might be impossible not to tighten around him.

  I mean, he was literally that big.

  Which I told him in the next instant.

  “You’re very big,” I told him breathlessly. “It’s not like I have a choice.”

  He chuckled against my lips. “Pretty words.”

  I lifted my hand up to fist in his hair. “True words.”

  His thrusts became rougher, faster.

  “Maybe,” he murmured, taking one of my legs and folding it up to pin against my side.

  The new angle had me seeing stars, and that impending feeling of elation start to get closer and closer.

  “That’s it,” he said, going up to one hand and looking down the length of my body, watching where we were connected. “God, your pussy looks obscene stretched so wide for my cock.”

  It did.

  It also looked like I was stretched to the limits.

  “Wish I could video this,” he said. “Get to look at it any time that I wanted.”

  A wave of naughty desire rolled through me.

  I’d never thought about videoing anything when it came to sex, but the thought of Louis watching it because he wanted to see me? That turned me on.

  Not that I would ever admit that.

  “You like the idea of that, don’t you?” he growled, his cock sliding in and out of me, much slower now. As if he was relishing in the way that I felt. “Fuck yeah, you do.”

  “H-how do you know?” I asked.

  He moved back so that he was on his haunches, lifting my lower body up off the bed so that he could keep fucking me without changing the angle.

  “Because I just felt how wet you got,” he told me bluntly. “Feel where we’re connected.”

  When I moved too slow, he let go of one hip and caught my hand, placing it over my sex. My fingers went to either side of his cock, and oh, boy, did I feel where we were connected.

  It was the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

  Not because of what I was feeling with my hand, but because of what Louis was making me feel with my heart.

  I felt wanted and needed, desired and appreciated. And as he moved his hips, I realized that he wasn’t even done.

  He was cherishing every single moment. Like if he didn’t, things would change and he’d need to remember this moment.

  I reached up for him, and he came willingly, dropping down into my arms and encircling me with them.

  “You feel like everything,” he growled against my neck, his hips still slowly moving inside of me.

  “You are everything,” I told him quietly.

  And he fucked me like that, over and over, slow and steady, until I came one last time.

  Seconds later, as he poured himself inside of me, I knew that if we kept playing with fire, things were bound to happen.

  But then I remembered his earlier reply to my question over text.

  Yes.

  Short and simple.

  Showing that he was in the same headspace as me, he rolled until I was sprawled on top of him. His cock was still inside of me, much smaller now than usual, but I could tell the potential for him to get hard again was right at the surface. As if all it would take was one thought and he’d be there, ready and willing.

  “You know the really sad thing?” Louis said, voice somewhat melancholy. “I was kind of wanting it to be true.”

  I rolled over and into him, pressing my lips against the side of his chest as I said, “Wanting what to be true?”

  “That you wanted to have a baby. With me.”

  Chapter 9

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  -Coffee Cup

  Louis

  I slapped Calloway’s ass a little harder than normal, causing her to squeal and roll over in bed, a look of affront on her face.

  “Was that necessary?” she asked with a sneer.

  I grinned and latched onto her foot, pulling her to the bottom of the bed. Still, she remained stubbornly in place.

  “You’re going to be late for school. And then you’ll have to deal with Principal Hardass,” I teased.

  Sadly, she knew I was right, which was why she reluctantly peeled herself out of bed.

  “Fine,” she grumbled as she walked naked to my bathroom. “But I’m highly offended by your cheery attitude.”

  I let her do her thing in the bathroom, and only when I heard the water turn on did I go to the door and push it slightly open.

  She was still naked, only she was bending over the sink now using the toothbrush I’d laid out for her when I’d been in there earlier.

  She looked at me in the mirror, grinning when she saw the lust written there.


  Then she gave her ass a slight shake, and I decided that she could be late. Thinking that I wouldn’t act on her actions, she looked down at the sink and continued to brush her teeth.

  Reaching for my belt buckle, I undid it and the button. The zipper soon followed.

  With the water on high, she didn’t hear these things.

  In fact, she was completely oblivious to what was coming toward her until I walked right up to her and shoved a finger straight into her pussy.

  She was still wet from the night before.

  I’d come in her multiple times, and I was about to do it again.

  “Jesus,” she gasped, her body tilting backward to my seeking finger even though her head was snapping up in surprise.

  I grinned at her, then guided her legs completely closed so that she was at the best height I could get her to.

  Seconds later, I was lining my hard dick up with her entrance and shoving it inside.

  She gasped and moaned, then nearly gagged herself on the toothbrush.

  I laughed with my cock halfway inside of her, causing her to scowl and drop the brush in the sink.

  Seconds later, she was bending over farther to rinse her mouth out.

  Once she was done, I forced my cock the rest of the way inside of her, causing her to halt in the process of turning the water off. Instead, she latched onto the neck of the faucet and held on as I took her hard and fast.

  Her pussy was wet. So wet. With me. With her. With our combined juices.

  Jesus, it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life.

  I felt so damn primal at that moment in time that if I didn’t get her pregnant with this attempt, then it’d be a goddamn travesty.

  The thought of her pregnant with a kid was everything that I wanted out of life at this moment in time.

  I wanted to see her swelling with my kid.

  I wanted to feel the baby that I helped make growing in her belly.

  I wanted it so badly I could practically taste it.

  Her irrevocably tied to me forever, not able to walk away, sounded like a dream come true.

  Because I knew that, despite my words, Calloway was still rather upset with me. She was just waiting for me to screw up. To back off again like I’d done last time.

  Well, it wouldn’t be happening. I’d die before I made that choice.

  “Get yourself off,” I ordered.

  She did, and I looked forward, watching the muscles along her shoulders work as she drew slow circles around her clit.

  Every once in a while, her fingers would brush where we were connected, and I’d have a jolt of excitement dart through my balls and up my spine.

  It was on the fourth such pass that I realized that she was doing it on purpose—trying to make me lose control.

  “Baby,” I panted, my heart skyrocketing. “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna come, and you’re gonna be shit out of luck. We had to leave five minutes ago. And though Bennett might understand why I’m late to the meeting, your principal won’t.”

  She growled and narrowed her eyes.

  It was honestly so cute that I nearly laughed.

  But then she bit her lip as if watching me watch her was exciting her.

  Then she started to tighten, announcing her impending explosion.

  And that was when I did lose it.

  I came at the way her face twisted in her pending pleasure.

  Slamming into her so hard that I rocked her hips into the bathroom counter, I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and roared.

  Her pussy clenched down, but I was too busy trying not to die from my orgasm than to notice that she’d had hers.

  When I finally came down, felt my breath release and my heart rate return to a livable state, I opened my eyes and dropped my head back down to look at her.

  She was grinning.

  “Shut up.” I laughed as I pulled out of her.

  As I did, I looked down, nearly groaning.

  She was so full of me that I was leaking out of her pussy.

  It was so hot.

  I swallowed hard, bringing my finger up to drag some of the escaped fluids, only to try to shove them back inside of her. Wishing I could magically will something to happen.

  When my eyes met hers in the mirror, I knew that she knew what I wanted.

  Yet, she didn’t object. Didn’t say a word.

  Only grinned and stood up.

  “I know I’m late, but I don’t think that a shower is going to…” She trailed off when I started to shake my head.

  “Leave it,” I ordered. “All day.”

  I honestly expected her to say no and go back to do what she wanted.

  But she didn’t.

  She looked at me, straight in the eyes, and nodded once.

  “Okay.”

  ***

  We walked up the length of Calloway’s walk, and just when we were about to crest the porch stairs, I saw it.

  Bile burned in my throat, and I pulled Calloway to a halt. “Stay here.”

  “Wait, why?” she asked.

  “Stay here,” I ordered.

  She must’ve seen it in my eyes, the anger and fury, because she stayed where she was but kept her eyes on me.

  “Turn around,” I said.

  She scrunched up her nose but did as I said, and I waited until I was sure that she was facing away when I topped the porch steps.

  “Goddammit,” I muttered, seeing the brutally slain dog laying on her porch steps.

  I recognized it instantly.

  It was the dog that she’d pointed out on the way home last night.

  What and how had this happened?

  Because it was obvious the dog had been murdered.

  It broke my fucking heart, too.

  Backing away so that I was back at her side, I took her hand and guided her back down the sidewalk.

  “Call in sick,” I ordered.

  “Wait, what?” she asked, sounding cutely confused.

  “Let me have your phone. Never mind. I’ll call Ares. She can take care of it,” I said.

  She tried to tug my hand away, but all it did was cause me to reach around her and heft her over my shoulder.

  She squeaked when I got her up onto me, then laughed lightly when I walked her to the truck without another word.

  It was when she was in the front seat of my truck that she chanced a look at her house.

  “What’s that on my front porch?” she asked. “I’m waiting for a package.”

  I shook my head. “Not that kind of package, darlin’.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  I waited until we were well away from her place until I told her.

  “There was a dead dog on your porch,” I murmured quietly. “The one that you pointed out last night on the way home. The really fuckin’ cute one.”

  The sight of seeing her face fall?

  Yeah, that would forever be ingrained in my memory.

  “What else?” she asked. “Why did you not want me to see?”

  ***

  An hour later, Calloway was safely ensconced at my house.

  After talking to Ares to get her to cover for Calloway today, I dropped her off at my place then went to the station.

  Once there, I totally skipped the meeting and went to see her father and Luke, who just so happened to be in the same place.

  They both looked up as I entered, one scowling, the other one looking resigned.

  “What is it?” Luke, the resigned looking one, asked.

  Shortly, might I add.

  My brows rose. “I need to talk to you. Actually, I just need you to follow me.”

  “Where?” Bennett asked, sounding just as pissed as he looked.

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s y’all’s problems?”

  Luke sighed and ran his hand down over his face.

  “Why do y’all think it’s o
kay to poke your noses in adult business?” my father asked as he caught me in a headlock.

  I grinned and twisted, reversing the headlock, but just as quickly, he was gone.

  My father may be older, but he definitely wasn’t any less fit.

  “Foster, good. Just the man I wanted to see.” Bennett stood. “Did you hear that he wants us to do a fucking SWAT calendar next year?”

  I burst out laughing.

  Despite the shitty morning that I had, I had no other choice but to laugh at this point.

  The idea of them doing a calendar was great.

  “I don’t fucking want to do it anymore than you do,” Luke muttered. “But the mayor thinks it’ll be a ‘great’ idea.”

  I wanted to laugh my ass off.

  But just as I was about to give them shit, someone interrupted us. Dear God, I heard ‘oh, Mr. May’ so many fuckin’ times a day and thought it would be fitting for them to hear it, too.

  “Chief Roberts?” Donna, Luke’s receptionist, said from the doorway. “I thought you might want to take this one.”

  Luke frowned. “Take what?”

  She handed him a sheet.

  “This call just came in from a mail carrier,” she said. “It’s a report of a decapitated dog on the porch of someone’s house. There’s, uh, more to it. But the mail carrier said it was too vulgar for her to repeat.”

  I felt my laughter fade just as quickly as it’d come.

  “Yeah, that’s what I came in here to talk to you about,” I grumbled. “We stayed at my place last night—Calloway and me.” I looked over at Bennett to see his eyes narrowed. “When I went to drop her off at her place today, I saw the dog. I took her back to my place and made her call in sick.”

  Twenty minutes later, there were eight men standing before Calloway’s front porch, all staring at the message.

  Dump the cop or you’ll wish you did.

  Those words were written on Calloway’s front door with a finger that’d been swiped in the dog’s blood.

  “This is the dog that we saw last night as we were heading home together,” I murmured. “She pointed him out. Dog was hauling ass, though. As if someone was calling him home or something.”

  “If we’re in luck, her cameras were working,” Bennett murmured.

  I frowned. “Cameras?”

  “She has that Ring doorbell. Made me come and install it.” Bennett pointed.