Double Tap (Code 11-KPD SWAT 2)

I curled my arm around her shoulder, and we watched the old movie comparing it to the new one while we did.

“I want you to kiss me like Spiderman kisses Jane,” Georgia said, sitting down on my lap.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Upside down?”

She giggled. “No, silly. Like you love me.”

My hands raised up on their own volition, and I cupped the side of her face. “Honey,” I whispered, leaning in close. “I love you more than my oldest pair of Wranglers. Every time I kiss you, I’m kissing you like I love you. Because I do love you. More than just about anything.”

She scrunched her nose up at me. “Just about anything?”

“Well,” I hesitated. “I’m pretty fond of my mama’s tacos.”

She slapped me on the chest, and I gathered her close to my body and rolled, pinning her down with her hands above her head.

“More than I need my next breath. More than I need a drink in the middle of an Iraqi sand storm. More than I wanted sleep during Hell Week,” I whispered, looking deeply into her eyes. “More than absolutely anything. More than my own happiness. More than my own life. That’s how much I love you.”

Her hands wrapped around my shoulders and her hips raised up off the couch to brush the heat of herself against my half-hard dick.

Sadly, that was all it took to remove my attention from our conversation, sending the blood I needed to think straight down to my cock. My brain had its priorities, of course.

This sex was quick, raw, and dirty.

And every single bit of it was done by her.

After she pushed me back against the sofa, I found her sweet little tits dangling in front of my face.

She’d lost the shirt when she straddled my lap, and my eyes had immediately fastened on them.

When I would’ve captured one of her rosy buds in my mouth, she pulled away, but only to pull her panties to the side, push my underwear down below my balls, and impaled herself on my cock.

Then she started riding me furiously.

Like she was in a race to the finish.

To be honest, she was. Because the way she was riding me, the way her sweet, hot pussy clasped my rock hard cock, I was a goner.

I was so lost in the way she took over control, that I didn’t realize just how close I’d become until the sensation started boiling at the base of my balls.

“Oh, fuck, I’m close,” I gasped, leaning forward to capture one of her nipples.

She didn’t answer, and instead threw her head back and came.

I was so surprised that she’d come so fast that I didn’t pay attention to my own body’s reaction to her.

In a matter of moments I was coming too, shooting inside of her wet pussy.

Just like always, I came to long moments later, when the blood finally decided to rush back to my oxygen starved brain, with Georgia panting on top of me.

My cock was still buried deep, and still just as hard.

“What have you done to me?” I asked.

She snorted. “Nothing you haven’t done to me.”

She was right, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.Chapter 19The only worthwhile birth control is listening to a baby scream for 6 hours straight while you’re puking and haven’t eaten anything in four days.

-Reese to Georgia

Georgia

Shit, shit, shit. Just tell him already, Georgia! It’s not like he’s going to get mad. He’s probably going to be happy.

I’ve been avoiding bringing up the subject all night, but I knew I couldn’t avoid it much longer. Especially when this morning I’d nearly hurled up the water I’d managed to force down right before Nico showed up for our run.

I was pretty sure that he’d figure it out. He was a police officer, after all. Wasn’t that what they did?

“Nico…” I started to say, but Nico’s pager went off.

He stood and walked over to it.

It was underneath a layer of mail that he hadn’t cleaned off in nearly two weeks. Since he’d been put on leave from KPD.

With one glance at the readout, he was heading towards his room, and I was on his tail.

Apparently being on leave from the force didn’t mean leave from the SWAT team.

“How are you able to run on the SWAT team, but you’re relieved from patrol pending indefinitely?” I asked Nico as I followed behind him into the bedroom.

He’d already stripped out of his shirt by the time I made it into the room, and he was shrugging into a black one from the closet.

He left the flannel pajama pants on, but grabbed his black combat boots from the floor of the closet and slipped them on over his socked feet.

He looked at me and shrugged. “They can’t see my face.”

I waited for more, but I never got anything else.

Since he didn’t seem like he was in the mood to expound on his answer, I let it go.

I sat down on the bed and watched him pull his gun out from underneath the bed, followed by his badge and a few extra clips.

The last thing for him to grab was his cell phone off the nightstand.

After shoving everything into one hand, he leaned down and gave me a kiss on top of my head before leaving. “Bye, baby love. I’ll see you when I get home.”

My stomach fluttered at the nickname he’d given me. When he’d started calling me that, it was what clued me in on the fact that I hadn’t had my period in all the time I’d been back in Kilgore.

He said he started calling me that because of the way I loved my ‘kids’ at work. Little did he know that he was nailing it on the head. He didn’t know it yet, but that was going to become truer than true.***Nico

Special Agent Lawrence was the first man I saw in the hospital room when I opened my eyes.

Instantly, I wanted to slam them shut again.

“What do you want?” I croaked. “Where’s my woman?”