May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

She was panting, her eyes fever hot, and her body was giving off little shivers of excitement.

“What was that?” she asked after a few quick breaths.

“That was me missing you,” I said. “I wanted to give that to you earlier, but didn’t think you’d be anywhere near as receptive with Laric here.”

She rolled her eyes, which only made me want to kiss her again.

So I did.

When I pulled back this time, it was to see her swaying on her feet.

I scooped her up and walked with her to the couch.

We landed with a hard thud, and she laughed. “What are you doing?”

I kicked my feet up onto the coffee table in front of the couch, shimmied down further into the couch, then practically hauled her all the way on top of me before reaching for the remote.

“We’re gonna watch a television show,” I said. “Specifically, we’re going to catch up on all of the shows I’ve missed lately.”

And since I knew that Calloway watched the same shows, I knew she wouldn’t be against it.

Instead, she snuggled down deep into my embrace, dragged down the afghan that my mother had bought me and I’d never used, and covered herself up with it.

Sadly, we were only halfway through the first episode when my phone went off, indicating a SWAT call.

I groaned and let my head fall back on the couch.

When Calloway pulled away, I literally wanted to cry.

I was so goddamn comfortable, and I had my woman in my arms. There wasn’t a single other place that I wanted to be right then but where I was at.

So, of course, the stupid people would come out to play.

She wrapped the afghan around her shoulders and got up, finding my phone for me and bringing it over.

I grimaced when I looked at the screen.

“What the hell?” I asked.

“What is it?” she asked, plopping back down onto the couch.

I got up and reluctantly slipped my feet into my boots—thankfully I was mostly dressed—and shoved my phone into my jean’s pocket.

“Hostage situation at the jail.”

She looked worried then.

“Oh, no,” she said. “That’s not good.”

No, it wasn’t.

And I had a feeling that it was going to get even worse before the night was through.

“Give me a kiss,” I said as I leaned over her.

She tilted her head as far back as she could, then puckered her lips.

I grabbed her face for a quick, hard kiss and let her go.

“Love you, Callie.”

Without waiting for her to reply, I hauled ass out the door.

Honestly, I was almost scared at this point that she wouldn’t say it back. That was why I wasn’t waiting for her to reciprocate.

What if she didn’t feel the same intense feelings for me that were practically coursing through my veins?

What if, instead of saying ‘I love you’ she said ‘thank you’ or ‘that’s sweet’ or something equally as horrible?

Because if she didn’t love me back, I didn’t stand a chance convincing her to marry me.

Something which I desperately wanted—more than my next breath.Chapter 13

Alexa, go to my SWAT call for me.

-Louis’ secret thoughts

Louis

I crossed my arms over my chest and listened to Bennett explain what was going on at the jail.

“An officer thought that Romeo was dead. That he’d hung himself in his cell,” Bennett was saying. “When the officer went to render aid, Romeo came to life and was able to overpower the female officer enough to get her weapon. The female officer and Romeo are in the judge’s chambers. Romeo’s barricaded himself in, and he’s hiding behind the judge’s desk with the female officer held at gunpoint.”

“Fuck,” I grumbled.

There were only two ways into the courtroom. Through the front door and through the door directly behind the judge’s bench. And if he’d barricaded one and was waiting in front of the other, that meant that there wouldn’t be an easy way to get in without him seeing.

“What about the ceiling vents?” Malachi asked. “I know that there’s a rather large one in the middle of the room. It was leaking last month and had to be repaired. They canceled all of the court hearings for that day.”

Bennett flipped through his plans.

“That’s a no-go. It would’ve been a yes had they not replaced the entire vent system that day. It’s all flex-duct.” Bennett sighed.

“There’s a window,” I said. “It opens out. The blinds wouldn’t be disturbed.”

Bennett nodded. “We’re working on it. It’s an old fucking window, though. So being quiet won’t be in the cards for it.”

I grimaced. He was right.

Likely those windows hadn’t been opened in a long while.

“Anybody talking to him?” Saint asked.

Bennett’s eyes turned to Saint. “No. You want to try?”

Saint tipped his chin up in affirmation. “It’s worth a shot. I can do that while you work to figure out how to get in.”

Bennett nodded once.

“Louis, go with him,” Bennett ordered. “You might be able to offer some insight seeing as you’ve spent the most time with the kid.”