Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T. #1)

by River Savage

  “Fuck, Liberty.” He pulls out slowly, only to drive back into me. “So fucking good.”

  “Yeah.” I think I sigh, meeting each thrust with raw need. He’s not wrong; it feels good. Better than good, it feels amazing. “Is it always like this?” The question burns on my lips, but I don’t have a second to worry about it before Hetch’s controlled strokes become more savage.

  Harder. Faster. More brutal.

  My pussy clenches each time he slams back into me.

  Harder. Faster. More brutal.

  My breath hitches each time he pulls out of me.

  Harder. Faster. More brutal.

  It's never been like this before. Never so intense. Never so raw.

  Hetch keeps his pace, my hands firmly locked in his grasp as he fucks me his way.

  Harder. Faster. More Brutal.

  I want to reach for him, glide my fingers through his hair, and pull back each time he strokes more pleasure from me, but his hold on me stays strong.

  “Hetch,” I pant as the start of my orgasm builds. “Let me touch you,” I try to order, but I know it’s more a pathetic plea than a demand.

  “No.”

  “Please.” I fight his hold on me, only for him to hold me tighter.

  “Not happening, sweetheart.” I don’t have a chance to argue further when my orgasm explodes and seizes me with a rush of sensation so intense, stars burst behind my eyes.

  Blinding me, igniting me, setting me alight.

  “Fuck, woman. Never gonna get enough.” He follows me over into the abyss of pleasure with his own release. Body tense, eyes shut, his harsh groan of masculine satisfaction drowns out my soft whimpers, almost taking me back for round two.

  What is it about a man’s release that makes you want to climb them all over again?

  “Hetch?” I ask when he drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mixing together in the insignificant space between us. We stay connected for a long while, forehead-to-forehead, breath-to-breath, body-to-body.

  “Yeah?” His lips find mine in a soft kiss. I don’t want to read into the kiss, but at the same time, I can’t help it when his mouth promises more than a good time.

  “What’s happening here?” Abrupt silence throbs between us. The thump–thump, thump–thump of his heart beating through his chest against mine surges between us as the quiet stretches.

  “Well, I just came the hardest I’ve come in a long fucking time, and judging by the sexy-as-fuck blush you have going on there,”—he runs a finger down my cleavage—“you came pretty hard too.” He pulls out of me so abruptly it’s almost offensive. The ultimate connection now lost between us.

  “Don’t be smart. You know what I mean.” I roll to the side, pulling the sheets up over my body.

  Did I read something that wasn’t there?

  “Liberty, relax. We’re just having fun here.” He picks up on my unease, sliding the condom off his cock, and tying it off with expert ease.

  “I know that. I thought—” My words fall silent when he turns and saunters his naked ass to my bathroom, ending further conversation on the matter.

  I don’t know what I thought, but clearly I was thinking wrong.

  “So what, he just left after?” Payton asks later that evening when I’m driving home from my meetings at head office. I called to fill her in on my evening and morning with Hetch. Every hot, filthy detail. And every awkward moment after.

  “Well, he dressed, told me he was off for the next two days so he would hang around for the locksmith to come change my locks, then he left to let me get ready for work.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Yeah.” I chew at my bottom lip, replaying the scene over in my mind. The awkwardness after. The need still pulsing through the air. The want still pulling me to him.

  “Well, it’s not like you’re looking for anything serious. So you’re having casual sex.”

  “That’s the thing, Pay. At the risk of sounding cliché, it felt like it did mean something. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s this pull he has on me, even back when I first met him at The Elephant. It’s been growing ever since.”

  “But if he’s not looking for anything serious, Lib…”

  “I know. Ugghh. See so stupid.” I let out a frustrated breath. “I’m so stupid.”

  “Don’t say that. You’re not stupid. The man is sexy as all hell. I get it. And clearly his cock is like some fountain of youth. Instead of restoring your looks, he’s restored your insatiable need for cock. Once you’ve had a dip in its luscious waters, you keep wanting to go back.”

  “Did you just compare sex with Hetch to the Fountain of Youth?”

  “Well, it’s the only plausible reason to justify you acting like Mother Gothel when she realized Rapunzel left her tower.”

  “Oh, my God, what’s with you tonight?” I laugh as I pull up to my apartment complex. Even though I know there are no bounds to Payton’s craziness, I still find myself shocked with the shit that comes out of her mouth at times.

  “Sorry. Arabella is hooked on Tangled at the moment. And I’ve been drawing so many parallels from it.” She laughs along with me.

  This whole conversation has progressed to weird.

  What am I talking about? Every conversation with Payton turns weird.

  “Okay, you are a weirdo, and I have to go. I just pulled up.”

  “Ohh, okay. Are you ready to see him?” My head turns toward Hetch’s car space, my eyes falling on his truck.

  “Ugghh, no. I should have stayed at work. I’m not ready for this.” My head hits the steering wheel in frustration.

  How do I get into these situations?

  “Oh, please, do you hear yourself right now? You had sex with the man. Hot, wild monkey sex. You both had a good time, don’t overthink it.” She makes a valid point. Things don’t have to be weird. Yeah, it might have been the best sex I’ve had ever, but that’s all there is to it. Simple.

  “You’re right, Pay. We’re adults. I can totally move on from this.” I steel myself, straightening my shoulders as I release a deep breath.

  I can do this.

  “Good, now before you go, are you still okay to watch Arabella this Friday?”

  “Yes, all good to go. You want me to come to yours or you going to bring her to me?” Payton asked me last week if I could watch Arabella. I thought it was for a hot date with a new fling. Now I know it’s for date night with Jett.

  Yay me.

  “I think it will be easier if she stays with you. Jett won’t tell me where we’re going, so I don’t know what time we’ll be back. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah, of course. Why don’t I keep her for the night? I’m off on the weekend. You can pick her up Saturday or Sunday, whenever you’re ready,” I offer against my better judgment.

  “You would do that for me?”

  “Of course, Payton. You know I would.”

  “You’re the best. Let me double check with Jett and I’ll let you know what time we’ll drop her off.” We chat a little more about Arabella, and some new eating habit she has acquired as I exit the car and make my up to my apartment. I’m laughing at my niece’s antics when I make it up to my floor and come face-to-face with Hetch, arms wrapped around a pretty petite brunette.

  “Well, that didn't take long.” I can’t soften my blatant disgust, nor can I control the hurt rolling through me.

  “What didn’t?” Payton’s voice breaks through my anger while Hetch’s attention comes to mine.

  Shit.

  Shit.

  Shit.

  “Nothing, I just ran into some douchebag in my hallway,” I tell Payton, my eyes still firmly on Hetch.

  Jesus, two women in one day. Now I feel like a fucking whore.

  “Who, Hetch? He’s there?” I hear Payton ask, but I barely register it when Hetch speaks.

  “Liberty.” He steps back from the woman but keeps his arm resting on her shoulder.

  What an asshole.

  “Save it, Romeo.”
I push my key into the lock, only to realize I had the locks changed over today, and he has my new set. “Can I have my keys please?” I turn back, humiliation burning my insides while his stare burns me on the outside.

  I shouldn’t have fucking caved to him. Yeah, he made things clear we were just having fun, but he was only inside of me this morning. Now’s he’s seeing someone else on the same day.

  “Sweetheart.” His annoying name for me doesn’t tighten my belly like it did this morning. Now I just want to punch his junk.

  “No, Liam.” I use his first name as a punishment. “Just keep yourself and your dick away from me.”

  “Don’t even think about being bitchy and jumping to conclusions.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I spit back, not believing what I’m hearing. The beautiful woman looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind, but Hetch looks like he’s enjoying this. “You had your cock inside of me barely”—I look down at my watch and count down to the moment I left this morning—“nine hours ago. You’re—”

  “Liberty.” His full-bodied baritone voice cuts me off, and I retreat at his anger. “This is Dakota, my sister.” A dull ache drums through my head as the word sister ricochets through my subconscious.

  Fuck.

  “Oh, God.” Heat pulses through my veins, my rage replaced with dread. If ever there were a moment you wished the floor to open up and swallow you, it would be now.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you didn’t.” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a shiny new set of keys, and thrusts them into my waiting hand.

  “Th-thanks.” I step back to my door, unsure if I should slink away without another word or try to apologize again. Hetch clears his throat like he wants to say more, but his eyes narrow and grow darker, forcing my retreat along.

  “I should probably go. Ah, nice to meet you.” I wave at the woman, his sister, before I use my new key, and slip inside my apartment.

  It takes a few seconds for the thumping in my head to clear, before I hear the unmistakable sounds of Payton’s cackling coming through on my cell phone.

  Oh, fuck me. I forgot to hang up.

  Kill me now.

  Thirteen

  Hetch

  “Oh, my God. You fucked your neighbor. That’s a new low even for you, Liam.” Kota shrugs off my arm and settles her best condescending look on me as soon as Liberty slams her door shut.

  “Don't start on me right now, Kota.” I force out a sigh, hoping it soothes the pent-up frustration building within my chest and my pants.

  What the fuck was that bullshit? I don’t know whether to laugh or punch the fucking wall.

  No woman has ever managed to turn me on and piss me off at the same time.

  “When will you learn, Liam? Seriously. She may be beautiful, but you live here. Do you know how messy things can get when you shit where you eat?”

  Jesus, what is the go with women saying that phrase to me?

  “Kota. You need to go.” I point to the stairwell, hoping she takes the warning. I'm not going to justify to my sister who I fuck and why. She has no idea what she’s talking about. This, what’s happening between Liberty and me, is different.

  Whoa, different?

  “Fine, whatever. I have to get back to work anyway. My new boss is an asshole and sent me home with hours of work. Make sure you're at Mom's this weekend.” She points her skinny finger at me, waiting for some kind of reassurance.

  “Already told you I’d be there, Kota.” My irritated tone isn’t lost on her; she just doesn’t give a fuck about my mood. Or my sex life.

  “And if you ignore my calls again, you’re going to get more than a visit from me.” She rises up onto her toes and places a kiss on my cheek. She’s all bark with her attitude, but I still take the moment to wrap my arms back around her.

  “Love you, stupid big brother.” She squeezes me a little harder than normal.

  “Love you, too, annoying little sis.” I return her tight squeeze with my own, before releasing her. She turns on her way-too-high heels and saunters off without a backward glance.

  I stay standing there between our two apartments for a few minutes, unsure if I should head back to my apartment and fester in anger, or go to Liberty and have it out with her.

  I mean, what does she take me for? Yeah, I love the company of women, but two in a day is a bit over the top. Sure things may have looked compromising from her angle when she came up the stairs, but she didn’t have to spit her bullshit disgust my way. If she took a breath before lashing out, she would have realized the situation.

  I fester for a few more minutes, running the scene over in my head before my need and curiosity to see her again wins out. I make my way to her door, knocking loud enough to give her a taste of what sort of mood she will find me in.

  “Open up, Liberty.” She doesn’t answer in enough time so I knock again, this time louder. “I’m not leaving until you open the door,” I warn, then wait for another few beats before the door slowly opens and a red-faced Liberty looks up at me.

  “What the fuck was that?” I cut to the chase, stepping past her into her apartment and closing the door behind me.

  “I'm so sorry, Hetch. You have no idea how embarrassed I am.” She starts to pace in front of me, wearing track marks into the carpet with her sexy fuck-me heels.

  “I have no idea? Are you fucking kidding, Liberty? You just told my sister my cock was inside you this morning.” She shrinks back at my tone like she’s afraid, but I don’t have it in me to feel guilty about it. She needs to know that shit is not okay.

  “I wasn’t thinking. I reacted.” Her wide, innocent eyes plead with me for some understanding, but I’m not sure I have it in me.

  “You reacted? What are we, teenagers?” The words are a reflection on what she’s making me feel, not the truth.

  You’re a real asshole, Hetch.

  “You know what, screw you. I fucked up, okay? Yeah, I reacted. And you have every right to be pissed. But don’t come in here on your high horse making me feel like shit for feeling something.” My cock hardens the moment she sasses me back, and the pull I’ve been fighting since I walked out of her apartment this morning no longer seems like such an issue anymore.

  Two large strides are all it takes for me reach her. Fisting my hand in her hair, I pull her head back in one sharp tug and crash my lips down onto hers. Her mouth opens instantly, swallowing my growl of approval. Our tongues dart out to greet each other as if the time that’s passed was years rather than hours.

  Her taste invades my mouth as I sweep my tongue over hers, controlling the smartness right out of it.

  Ever since I left this morning, I’ve thought about tasting her again but wasn’t sure if it was wise. Between last night and this morning, things became intense, fast. Never in my adult life have I felt such a strong connection to a woman so quickly. I knew this morning when she looked up at me, her face flushed with ecstasy, her pussy filled with my cock, I was in too deep. I freaked out. We had a moment, and when she had the balls to address it, I shut it down and shut her out.

  Now what the fuck am I doing?

  Not wanting to answer the question, I continue to control her mouth, drawing more of her taste into my own. After a few more seconds, Liberty’s hand comes up between us. At first, I think she’s gonna pull me close to her, mold her body closer to mine. But I’m left disappointed when the kiss is abruptly cut short as she pushes me back, breaking our connection.

  “Hetch, this is a bad idea,” she pants, as the confusion swimming in her eyes morphs into the same uncertainty I saw when she walked up those stairs five minutes ago. I didn’t understand at the time, and maybe I still don’t, but I know I don’t like it. I don’t like this unsure version of her. Where she doubts herself. Doubts my attraction to her.

  “Stop that shit right now.” I reach out, grabbing her hand and dragging her back into my space. She doesn’t pull back, but she doesn’t look up eit
her.

  “W-what?” Her voice is small and her insecurity screams back at me so I squeeze her neck, gently urging her to look back up at me.

  “Where you second-guess yourself, second-guess this… whatever this is between us.”

  “And what is this between us?” Her gaze turns heated and I take a second to really look at her.

  Her hair is pulled back from her face in some kind of sexy teacher twist thing, and her face free of makeup, showing the gorgeous-as-hell freckles I seem to have an affliction to.

  She’s fucking beautiful.

  Sexy.

  Addictive.

  “I don’t know, sweetheart, but this”—I take her hand and place it over my hard cock—“has been hard since you walked up those stairs. That little smart mouth of yours, the way your lips purse when you're angry, when you're throwing your sass my way… no one’s managed to make me feel the way you do in a long fucking time.” It might not be the answer she’s looking for, but it’s all I can give. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and the confidence I’ve come to admire starts to come back.

  “There she is.” My hand moves back to her neck as I take her lips in another rough, hungry kiss.

  I’m still pissed she pulled that little stunt out there, but the feel of her fingers stroking me and the trace of her taste on my tongue is enough to make me forget how pissed I am.

  “Take your panties off and bend over the sofa.” I step back, waiting for her to comply.

  “Hetch—” I cut her off with a sharp hand signal, urging her to follow my orders.

  She only takes a second to work through her emotions before she steps over to the sofa and does as she's told. With expert grace, she shimmies out of the tiny piece of lace, hikes her dress up over her hips and presents her ass to me.

  Jesus, fuck me sideways.

  “I’m done talking, Liberty. Put your hands between your legs and get yourself there.” I take a step back to rest my shoulders against the wall. She holds my eyes for a few beats, before finally following my orders and sliding her fingers between her legs.