Double Tap (Code 11-KPD SWAT 2)

Bennett had later learned that he’d gotten the girl pregnant, and they’d had a lengthy battle for custody that had continued even after the he had gone into the Navy.

Bennett was awarded custody of his child, against all odds, thanks to his family’s help. Georgia had told me that she’d secretly been rooting for Bennett at the time of the incident and was glad that Bennett and I had become such good friends.

It was always interesting to see Corinne, which didn’t happen much, but it did happen.

“I can’t say that I haven’t heard your name come up in a couple stories before today. But, anyway, I just wanted to see if I could borrow your truck, Nico, for a teeny tiny minute,” she said, eyes twinkling.

I blinked. “Sure. But why?”

She grimaced. “I need a fridge.”

I plucked the keys out of my pocket and handed them over. “Just don’t hit anything with it. It’s brand new.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “That was one time!”

I grinned. “One time too many, Pequeña.”

She glared at me, and I didn’t hold back the urge to laugh this time.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“To normal sized people, I’m normal sized,” she grumbled and walked out.

Her ass looked fantastic in those pants, too.

“What’d you call her?” Bennett asked, wondering why she had such a reaction.

“Little one. She doesn’t like being referred to as small. It was a major point of contention when we were younger. She’s got a major ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ complex,” I explained as I headed out behind her.

“I can’t believe you just handed over the keys to your truck,” Bennett said, following me.

I wouldn’t have given it to anyone but her. Not even my own mother.

Georgia had always been different, though. If she asked for the shirt off my back, or the boots on my feet, they’d be hers.

We watched as she walked out to the parking lot and walked directly to my truck, a new F-150 that cost me a pretty penny.

It was lifted and sitting on thirty five inch tires, and it amused the shit out of me as she hopped on one foot a couple of times to launch herself into the front seat.

“I really thought those pants might rip,” Bennett murmured under his breath.

I looked over at him and glared. “Keep your shit to yourself. She’s mine.”

Bennett leered at me. “I don’t see a ring on her finger.”

I punched him in the shoulder. “She doesn’t need a ring. She’s been mine since the moment we saw each other thirteen years ago.”

He looked at me closely before saying, “You’re serious.”

I nodded. I was being serious. Very serious.

I’d given her the time she needed, and had taken the time I needed.

Not a day went by that I didn’t think about her.

The sad thing was that even if I was with another woman, I was thinking about her. Whether it’d feel like that between her thighs. Whether she’d have the same reactions. I even closed my eyes and envisioned her when I did those things

I haven’t, however, had sex with any of them. I could never go that far. It was hard enough on my conscience to do everything but sex. Sex with any other woman, when I knew in my heart that Georgia was mine and I was hers, went against everything I believed in.

“Yeah, dead fucking serious,” I answered instantly.

He sighed. “You and Roberts got them before I even saw them. How’s a man supposed to find a woman that’s worth something if y’all move in before I even see them?”

I grinned. “Maybe if you’d start looking for quality instead of quantity.”

He flipped me off. “Why is she so dressed up to pick up a fridge?”

“I think she had a meeting today with her new boss,” I said, watching as she pulled out into traffic.

I laughed when black smoke started pouring out of the tail pipes.

“That’s not very eco-friendly,” he observed dryly. “You should’ve gotten a Dodge.”

I shrugged. “It came down to the two, but this one was about three grand cheaper.”

“Yeah, but I’ll always rather be cummin than strokin,’” Bennett said bawdily, referring to the names of the Ford and Dodge engines.

I looked him dead in the eye. “I’d rather be stroked than rammed.”

“Alright, boys. Let’s keep it classy and stop talking about which diesel engine we bought,” Reese reprimanded, coming up beside us.

Bennett winked at Reese. “So tell me, Reese’s Pieces, would you rather be strokin’…”

“Do not finish that sentence,” Luke’s deadly serious voice lasered out like a whip as he walked up to his wife.

It, of course, didn’t have the intended effect.

Bennett still finished his sentence. “…or cummin?”

Luke growled and I stepped out of the way, taking Reese’s arm as I went.

Reese didn’t object, going with me while keeping a close eye on her husband.

“Lucas Roberts, you leave that poor boy alone. He was only playing,” Reese snapped when Luke made to step in Bennett’s direction.

Luke stopped, but his glare said it all. ‘You’re going to get it.’

Bennett’s grin said, ‘You can try, old man.’

Luke nodded, accepting the challenge, neither of them saying a word.

“Who was the chick?” Luke asked as he wrapped a beefy arm around Reese’s shoulder.

Reese leaned into him and smiled as she looked at me.

I didn’t smile back, and she scowled.

Bennett answered Luke’s question for me.

“That’s Diablo’s new woman,” Bennett teased.

I hated when he called me Diablo. I hated when anyone, beside Georgia, called me Diablo.

One time my sister calls me that in front of Luke, and now the whole fucking world knows.

That had been a special name given to me by Georgia.

“Who’s Diablo?” Reese asked in confusion.

I sighed.

“This is Diablo,” Luke said, pointing in my direction. “Although, he doesn’t like to be called that.”

“Why do you pester him when he looks so scary?” Reese whispered to her husband.

I snorted and Reese flushed. “Sorry,” she muttered.

I waved it off. I got the whole ‘you’re scary’ thing a lot.

Especially by women.

It wasn’t something I could help, though. It was just who I was. I didn’t smile because I didn’t want to. And people got kind of freaked out when my lack of facial expression finally dawned on them.