Bang Switch (Code 11-KPD SWAT 3)

My bed had saved us…or at least our legs.

“Memphis…” A man’s deep, tortured voice said from somewhere on the other side of the room.

“I’m okay!” I said, still clinging to Downy.

He broke my hold easily, though.

Then started army crawling out.

At one point, his crotch was level with my face, and I rubbed my mouth and chin on his lengthened cock. The one I could see outlined through his pants.

He paused for only a few seconds before continuing.

Downy moved until he was out from under the wall, and I stayed where I was, staring up at the wall in complete and utter shock.

Not from the wall, of course, but by the fact that I could feel all of Downy’s dick rub against my face as he moved out from under the wall. And it was a big dick.

“Memphis, crawl the fuck out in case the wall wants to continue on its downward path, and then smash your tempting little body before I can use it properly,” Downy growled.

I wanted to smack him for his highhandedness, but nonetheless, I refrained.

It was easier for me since I was smaller, but the sight that met me when I emerged was absolutely unreal.

The first thing I could see was the naked girl on the bed across the room in Downy’s apartment.

She was a beautiful woman, and I swear that, one day, I’d have a flat, tight tummy like her.

Her boobs were perky and pretty, too.

Although I wasn’t real interested in the bush she was flashing me and everyone, but that was neither here nor there.

What I was more interested in was the naked man standing at the end of the bed with his hands on his head, looking at the wall in horror.

When he saw me, he visibly relaxed. His arms went down and he leaned forward with his hands on his knees.

“Thank fucking God!” The man gasped.

Downy must’ve been waiting for something, but the next thing I knew he was launching himself at the man.

“What did I tell you about fucking in my room?” He bellowed.

The door beyond burst open and a frazzled looking Foster burst in.

He took a long look around before opening his mouth, allowing his hilarity at the situation to pour through.

“You fucked your date through the wall,” he laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

I didn’t find it funny, and neither did Downy.

“Shut the fuck up, Foster,” Downy growled.

The two of us were standing in the aftermath of our now much more open and airy rooms.

Downy on one side, and me on the other.

Downy got up, sadly, removing himself from the altercation that had him rolling around the floor with a naked man and fulfilling one of my fantasies.

“I swear to God, Miller. You’re going to fix this. Then you’re going to get the fuck over to my other place and start fixing it, because I can’t live with you anymore,” Downy growled.

That’s when I realized, yet again, that I was once again wearing another t-shirt with no panties or bra on underneath.

Disheveled didn’t even begin to explain how I looked right then. I fucking hated looking like this in front of people!

Walking calmly towards my bathroom, I shut the door behind me and grabbed my robe off the back of the door.

I wrapped it around my shoulder and rested my face against the back of the door, mind reeling of all that’d happened in the last hour.

If he hadn’t woken me up, I would’ve been on that bed. I’d be a squished, little pancake right about now.

I heard Peter scratching at the door, so I opened it, leaving my head resting against the door as I moved back a couple of feet.

When I felt Peter’s wet, cold nose at the back of my knees, I closed the door.

“Oh, Peter, we’re so screwed,” I told my baby.

Peter worked his way between my knees and the door, giving me affection when he knew I needed it.

That wasn’t what comforted me most, though.

It was the feeling of a warm body at my back, pressing against me.

Downy’s arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me in close.

His forearm went to the door above my head as he asked, “You okay?”

I nodded, forehead squeaking against the painted door of the bathroom since I hadn’t lifted it, causing him to laugh.

“I’m okay,” I said, trying to convince not just myself, but him.

I wasn’t successful, but he didn’t call me on it.

“I like it when you’re not dressed all prim and proper,” he teased, running his finger along the edge of my robe’s tie.

I clenched my eyes shut, resisting the urge to knock him in the ribs with my elbow. “Shut it.”

He didn’t, though.

“Looks like you’ll be sleeping in my bed earlier than you thought,” he teased, making a smile tip up the corner of my mouth.

I pushed away from the door and turned in his arms, my eyes moving up past his strong throat and square, bristled jaw, to his eyes.

They were smiling, although I could see concern in them. Concern for me.

“I won’t be sleeping in your bed. It’s got vagina cooties that don’t belong to me. When that’s fixed…then we’ll see about sleeping in the same bed. Even if I do, though, I won’t be ‘sleeping’ with you,” I told him sternly.

He looked in my eyes, studied my face and said, “Okay.”

Just that. A simple ‘okay.’ Nothing more, and nothing less.

I was a tad bit disappointed that he hadn’t pushed a little more, but it was probably for the best.

Downy wasn’t for me, and I wasn’t for him. Not with him being a cop. And not with me wanting anything but a cop.

It was for the best. For sure.

“Good,” I said.

I was lying to myself, and he knew it.

I had more willpower than most, though.

And I’d make it true.Chapter 6My blood type is Jack Daniel’s.

-T-shirt

Memphis

I walked into my room the next day, still surprised to see the large hole in the wall.

That’s literally all it was, though. One huge, gaping hole.

At least the wall was gone, as was my bed.