Execution Style (Code 11-KPD SWAT 4)

I turned my face to hers and smiled wide. “That man makes me shameless.”

“No,” Reese, Luke’s wife, said, plopping down in her seat beside me. “He makes you a slut.”

I’d made great friends with the wives of the SWAT team, and I couldn’t wait to make more and more memories. It was like we had one huge extended family of love and support.

When a SWAT member loved, he loved hard.

I nodded in agreement. “Yes, for him I’d do absolutely anything. Anything. If he told me to bark like a dog while we did it, I’d totally do it!”

Memphis burst out laughing, so hard that she nearly fell out of her chair.

Reese covered her mouth with her hand to control her laughing, and I had the distinct feeling that I’d missed something.

“Okay,” I said, turning to face Memphis. “What did I miss?”

Memphis wiped tears from her eyes as she spoke, finally finishing with, “And I was never really sure if it was Foster or Miller. Needless to say, what you said just struck me as funny.”

As she spoke, my mood dampened, becoming a roiling of emotions as I thought about what she’d just told me.

“You’re kidding,” I finally managed to grit out.

Memphis jerked her head. “No. I swear. Ask Miller if you don’t believe me.”

The lights went down, and music started to leach from the speakers on either side of the stage, effectively cutting off the questions that were burning at the tip of my tongue.

I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my big belly, nowhere near as in a good mood as I had been only moments before.

He seriously didn’t do that…did he?***I’d won him, but only grudgingly.

When the old man, the one that Foster had given that ticket to all those months ago, had upped his bid to six hundred dollars, I was very tempted to let him have him.

It was only his desperate, wild look that he threw in my direction when Bennett said, ‘Going twice’ that I finally bid for him.

“So you won me, where are you taking me?” He asked, looping his arm around my shoulders as we walked out into the balmy summer air.

“It’s a surprise,” I said, handing him the keys. “The surprise is at home, though.”

He took them and opened the door for me, offering a steady hand as I climbed up into his truck.

“Thanks,” I said breathlessly. “That’s getting harder and harder to do!”

He snorted. “That’s ‘cause you’re…nine months pregnant.”

My ears pricked up, and I turned to him sharply.

My big belly leading the way as I did.

“You hesitated. Why’d you hesitate?” I asked sharply.

He winced. “I was going to say ‘big’ but that didn’t sound good. So I changed what I was going to say.”

I glared at him.

“You know,” I said, no longer able to hold in my questions. “Memphis had some…things to say about you today. And I’m curious.”

Miller’s head fell against the steering wheel.

“I didn’t mean to knock the wall down when I was doing that. It was a flimsy piece of shit. I’m just glad she moved,” Miller said quickly.

My mouth dropped open. “You’re telling me that you knocked a fucking wall down when you were fucking someone, but you won’t do the same for me? When did this happen?”

I was hot!

He’d done nothing more than ‘slow and easy’ sex for the entirety of our relationship. Not to mention this was the first time I’d heard about any of it since we’d met nine months ago.

And although I loved the hell out of him, I wouldn’t fucking break! I wanted my sex a little rougher than what he was giving it, and I’d tried to tell him in every which way. He had an excuse list a mile and a half long, though.

‘I don’t want to hurt the baby’ and ‘I like doing you slow’ were two of his most used excuses.

“I…what did Memphis say, exactly?” Miller asked, looking at me warily as he started to drive us home

I crossed my arms over my stomach, feeling our son move underneath my hands, and gave him the silent treatment.

“Mercy?” He asked again.

I kept ignoring him, doing such a good job at it that I fell asleep after another couple of minutes.

I only woke up when Miller shut the truck off and got out.

He started to walk around to my side, but I bailed out of the car as fast as my fatness would allow me to.

“Mercy, please?” Miller moaned.

I flipped him off and climbed the steps, having to stall my forward progression when I realized that the door was locked and I’d left my purse, as well as keys, in the truck.

Miller, ever the gentleman, opened the door for me, which I promptly stomped through, anger hot on my heels.

Whirling around, I started to wave my hands wildly. “What does it take to get you to fuck me harder than you would a fucking ceramic doll?”

Miller froze where he was, dropping his keys into the jar in the entranceway table and turned.

Slowly.

Oh, shit.

“First of all, I don’t fuck dolls. I fuck you. And all you had to do, baby,” he started prowling towards me. “Was ask.”

I swallowed thickly as he yanked me to him, pulling me by my hair as he did.

I gasped, opening my mouth to cry out, but he shut me off by shoving his tongue inside my mouth.

He did me right there.

On the floor in the entranceway.

Something that we’d never have been able to do had Foster been there.

Pushing me down to my knees, steadying me as I went, he ripped his cock out of his jeans.

“Suck it,” he urged, pulling my face towards him.

Looking up at him, feeling my pussy practically scream in excitement, I took him into my mouth.

Miller set the pace, starting slow and steady, but slowly moving to hard and long.

He was using my hair to help guide my face, fucking into me with abandon.

“Oh, God,” Miller said, looking down at me.

My eyes connected with his, and I preened to see the desperate look on his face. The way his teeth gritted in anticipation. The way his eyes blazed with need.