Coup De Grâce (Code 11-KPD SWAT 7)

“Ahh,” I said. “That makes sense. She hates me because I do that, too.”

Hannah grinned. “Looks like we have a ton of stuff in common. And guess what! We can gang up on her at family dinners and Christmases! Because my big brother is being stupid and marrying the cheating hoe!”

Michael’s head tilted to the side. “How’d you know she cheated?”

Hannah looked at him as if he were stupid. “Michael, baby brother dear, I’m not stupid. I work in the same hospital she does. And her stink doesn’t just stay on the ground floor. It permeates to all the floors. Trust me.”

I had to agree.

Joslin was somewhat famous.

She was the hoe of the hospital, and everyone knew it.

They may not know her by sight, but they knew her by name, and that name wasn’t really pretty.

“They call her Whoreslin instead of Joslin,” Hannah informed him.

He blinked.

“And she’s alright with that?” He asked in disbelief.

My eyebrows shot up.

“She doesn’t know she’s called that,” I told him.

He blinked. “If everyone calls her that, she has to know. The woman is far from dumb,” he told me.

I shrugged. “No matter. Whatever she is, is not dumb. But she also has no care of what others think of her. She’s going to do what she does without another thought on what anyone else thinks.”

“So will you be on time for dinner tonight?” Hannah asked, changing the subject.

I was glad.

That subject always had the ability to make me depressed.

A year and a half of working with her, and I still hated it.

The fact that I was about to meet his parents, though, wasn’t much better.

In fact, the nausea was back full force at the thought of meeting them.

I’d met parents before, but I never knew what to say.

I wasn’t a very outgoing person.

I could talk to someone, of course, but I always said or did something to make myself look stupid.

“We’ll be there on time, I think. Unless something with the team comes up,” Michael said, lifting his arms high above his head to rest on the lip of the porch’s roof.

His way too short shirt rode up exposing his taut belly, and my mouth started to water.

His belly was covered with tattoos, but I could still see the defined ridges of his abdominals peeking out.

The man was seriously ripped.

And it never hurt to see his tattoos. Something which made me so happy to see on display since they were made for people to see.

Not that he agreed with me.

It’d been the subject of many discussions, and I’d finally decided to just let it be.

He could do what he wanted to do, and I’d be there to support him.

“Well, it’s not like you have any control of when you get a SWAT callout. It is what it is,” she said, waving her arm at the idea that he’d be late for that. “Mom will get over it.”

I sensed that this was also a sore subject, him being on the SWAT team, and I made a mental note to ask him about it later.

“Alright, Hannah. I’ve got to run. We’ve got a lunch with the boys, but I’ll see you later this afternoon,” he said to his sister.

Hannah walked forward and hugged him, effectively getting him muddy once again, but not nearly as much as he’d been before.

He scrunched her hair and kissed her forehead before he let her go.

“Be careful,” he whispered to her.

Hannah nodded. “I will.”

Then, before I could think or say anything to the contrary, I was picked up.

One of his arms swept my legs out from under me, and the other went behind my shoulders to catch me as I fell.

I squealed and looped my arms around his shoulders, hanging on for dear life, even though I knew he’d never drop me.

“I’m too heavy!” I protested.

He snorted.

“You’re not heavy. You’re petite. Which is the opposite of too heavy,” he said with that annoyingly sweet tone of his.

I could hear the way his feet sank into the mud with each step, and I couldn’t help but object.

“Michael, my feet are already covered in mud. Why are you carrying me?” I asked.

He laughed.

I leaned my head down to rest against his neck.

“Whatever,” I said teasingly.

He squeezed me tighter, and I’d never felt safer or more content in my life.Chapter 13Don’t put off tomorrow what you should’ve done today. Maybe I will…tomorrow.

-Fact of life

Nikki

“Michael!” I gasped, my head going back as he roughly pulled my hair, exposing my neck to his mouth.

He ran his tongue from my collarbone all the way to my ear lobe, which he sucked into his mouth, running his tongue along the outer shell.

“We’re going to be late,” I said desperately.

He wasn’t listening, though.

He was already pulling my jeans down my thighs, pushing them down with both hands as he bent me over the side of the bed.

“I’ll be quick,” he rumbled deeply, making my eyes roll back in my head when his bearded cheeks ran down my slit as he traced the length of my sex with his tongue.

“God,” I breathed, pushing back involuntarily as he thrust his tongue into my waiting pussy.

The scratchy beard covering his chin dug deliciously into my clit, and I was on the verge of coming when he pulled back so abruptly that I cried out in frustration.

“Alright, we can go now,” he said sternly.

I looked over my shoulder at him, saw the gleam in his eyes, and knew he was joking.

Narrowing my eyes I gave him the stink eye. “You’ve already got me on the brink. How about you just finish the job?” I asked, wiggling my ass for effect.

He grinned and slowly worked the zipper of his jeans down, unbuttoned them, then lowered his pants from around his hips just enough that he could free his erection without much maneuvering.

I licked my lips causing him to grin at me.

He knew how much he affected me, and I didn’t care one bit.

“Michael,” I urged, pushing my hips back against him.

His eyes darkened, and he lined his cock up with my entrance before slowly easing inside.