Execution Style (Code 11-KPD SWAT 4)

Suddenly, though, he was just gone.

He ripped himself from my mouth, backing up several paces to put some distance between us.

“You’ve suck cock like a mother fucking Hoover Vacuum. Ditch the pants. Turn over.”

As I did these things, I kept my eye on him, wondering how far he’d go.

And go far, he did.

I blinked when his hands were on my ass, his fingers parting my folds as he sank one lone finger all the way to the hilt inside my pussy.

My mouth dropped open in a groan as he moved it in and out of me, slowly.

Wet, slurping sounds followed as he withdrew his finger.

Lining his cock up with my opening, he thrust roughly inside, giving me no time to recover from his invasion as he usually did.

This time, he started fucking me hard.

Hard, deep, and all-encompassing strokes as he held onto my hips for leverage.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, dropping down to my elbows on a particularly delicious thrust.

“Fuck,” Miller growled, pumping into me harder and harder.

This was what I’d wanted all along.

Unleashed Miller.

The man who didn’t try to put up that last little bit of fight to keep himself from hurting me.

He let go, and I liked it.

“Uhhh,” he groaned. “Touch that pretty clit of yours. Make yourself come or I’ll be going without you.”

Those words he’d just said turned me on. Knowing that this was all for his pleasure gave me my pleasure, and I burst into flames.

Going down right alongside Miller in a hail of sparks as my orgasm exploded through my body.

His thrusts behind me became jerky as he shoved once, twice, and a third time inside of me before his cock exploded. His release pouring out of him and bathing my womb in everything that was Miller.

“Was that rough enough for you, baby?” Miller asked as he pulled out of me slowly.

I felt his release leak down the inside of my thigh as he withdrew, and although I must’ve looked like a complete wreck collapsed on the floor on my side, I didn’t give one half of a shit.

I was fucking happy. Well and truly happy.

“Yep. Perfectly rough. Let’s do it again in an hour, okay?” I hummed in agreement.

Miller scoffed under his breath. “I’ll believe that when I see it. I seem to remember you saying you had a surprise for me.”

I smiled up at him, then offered him my hand.

“That’s right,” I said as he helped me stand to my feet. “I do.”***“Wow, who did this?” Miller asked softly as he ran his hand over the wall.

“Your brothers,” I said softly. “I tried to help but they wouldn’t let me.”

He turned and gathered me into his arms. “I love it.”

I knew he would.

It was a single blue line around the middle of the room.

The ‘thin blue line’ was a brotherhood of sorts. Once you were a cop, you were brought into a family. A family that would do anything for you and with you. They’d also protect your family if anything were to happen.

“The eagle on the wall over there is just a sticker. A massive, sticker. It’ll come off when he’s ready for it to,” I explained, pulling him over to look at the U.S. Navy sticker I’d had made.

“That’s nice,” he said, running his fingers over the edges, inspecting as he did.

I smiled, happy that he liked it.

“The last surprise I had to show you is in your room,” I said, pulling him along in my wake.

We ended up in his ‘man cave.’

I didn’t think it was originally supposed to be a man cave, but that’s what it’d turned out to be.

Foster and Miller had spent a lot of time ‘reflecting’ in there after Foster’s accident, and I felt that they deserved to have something special. So the guys and I had been working on it on and off since last Friday, and I’d finally finished.

Turning on the light, I stepped back and let him take it all in.

“Holy shit,” Miller rumbled. “You made me a bar!”

I grinned widely. “It also has three taps. You can put anything in there you want.”

His eyes took in the room.

The new bar. The military décor. The large American flag on the wall. The new leather chairs. The big screen mounted on the wall.

“Holy shit,” he said again, shaking his head. “How’d you do all this without me knowing?”

I shrugged. “Patience. And Foster was a lot of help, as well.”

Miller’s eyes turned soft, and he wrapped me in his arms from behind.

“Thank you, baby,” he rumbled. “I love you more than anything.”

“More than your Guns and Ammo Magazine?” I teased.

“Way more. Like tons more. More than my Shotgun News Magazine.”

I smiled.

Living with Miller hadn’t been easy these last few months.

I’d found cause to bitch at him over just about anything. My emotions going all over the place as my hormones took over control of my brain.

I knew I’d been rough, but I really and truly had the best husband in the world. One that would put up with my crazy mood swings, and rub my feet.

One that would bring me home donuts on his lunch hour because I’d been craving them and was too tired to drive.

Also one that didn’t flinch at having my water break all over his legs and boots.

“You didn’t just pee on me, did you?” Miller asked for confirmation.

“Nope,” I said instantly. “That’s a negative, Ghost Rider.”***“Who the fuck is Ghost Rider, and why does she keep calling him the son of Satan?” Foster asked from the other side of the curtain.

As I gave one final push through the most God-awful pain I’d felt throughout my entire life, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“What’s that all over his face?” Miller asked when our child was pulled from my body and then unceremoniously dumped on my chest.

He had a whitish mixture of goo all over him, which was now all over my chest and hospital gown.

“That’s the vernix, Miller. It’ll wipe right off,” the nurse, Cheyenne, said, scrubbing my son’s back vigorously. “See, perfect!”