Kill Shot (Code 11-KPD SWAT 6)

“Fucking wrecked,” he told me the moment his mind came back online. “Every time I forget to fucking breathe because your pussy steals all of my common sense.”

He smoothed a lone hand up and down my back as he slowly pulled himself out of me.

I could feel the warmth of his come as it fell from my well satisfied pussy onto the shower floor between my knees.

His hand came up, and he caught some of his release with a couple fingers as he shoved them back inside of me.

It was a surprise, and my pussy clasped down onto the two fingers as if it was expecting to have more of its previous release.

“So responsive,” he muttered, moving his fingers back down to gather more of his release.

I nodded, vision and hearing nearly black since, suddenly, my eyes started to refuse to stay open for daily tasks such as simple showers.

He stood from behind me with an arm looped around my mid-section, pulling me up with him.

I looked down and watched as our combined juices leaked from my core, all the way down my leg, and into the drain at our feet.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he moaned, placing an open mouth kiss on the base of my neck.

I shivered, and my nipples pebbled against his forearm.

“You really need to wash your hair and get out. You seem to make me lose my freakin’ mind, and I really need to get some sleep after the day I had,” I told him softly.

He snorted, but let me go as I asked, reaching over my shoulder for the soap that had been abandoned.

“I don’t know why you’re blaming it all on me. You played just as much of a part in this as I have. It’s your perky tits and perfect ass, followed shortly by your juicy, tight cun…” I slammed my hand over his mouth.

“That’s a coarse word, and you really shouldn’t use it,” I admonished him.

He grinned against my hand and licked it.

I scrunched my nose and took it away from his mouth, wiping it off on my wet hip as I did.

“That’s gross, too,” I teased.

He winked and started soaping up his balls and penis.

A penis which, by my estimation, was still just as hard now as it’d been only moments before when it was inside of me.

“I think you’ve got a problem there, big man,” I said, pointing at the over eager appendage.

He rolled his eyes.

“You’re standing in front of me, wet, with my come still leaking from your cunt. I’ve got control, but not that much,” he laughed.

I winced at his use of the ‘C’ word, and instead removed the shower head, or would have if I could reach it.

He laughed at my pitiful attempt, and pulled it down for me, handing it to me as he bent down to his knees and started to wash me once again.

“Bennett,” I said warily, knowing it was about to get out of hand if we weren’t careful.

“Chill, Nox. It’ll be okay,” he said, looking up at me.

His wet hair was plastered to his face, and right then, I knew I was falling for him.

Hard.

And I didn’t know what in the world I was going to do about it.

And as he made quick work of cleaning me, washing me and rinsing me, I thought that maybe…just maybe…that wasn’t such a bad thing.

I mean, I could handle love…couldn’t I?***The next morning I wasn’t so sure I loved him.

Especially when the horrible man wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.

“Bring me coffee,” I muttered from underneath the pillow that smelled like the devil currently tickling my feet.

He snorted, and slowly slid the covers up the back of my calf, and further up until he reached the apex of my thighs.

“Gotta go, pretty girl. Just giving you a wakeup call before I take my run,” he said against the skin of my back, just above the shorts that I’d stolen from him last night.

My nipples pebbled, and goosebumps chased his hand as he leaned down and gave my ass cheek, that was, indeed, still covered in his shorts, a kiss.

“Mmmkay,” I whispered.

“Do you mind if I leave Reagan here with you, or do you want me to take her over to my sister’s?” He asked.

I felt his weight leave the bed, and moaned as he jostled me, making me wake up even more.

“She can stay,” I muttered.

“Okay, baby. Be back.”

Then he was gone and I was somehow completely awake.

I laid there for a good ten minutes listening to what sounded like Saved by the Bell.

Reluctantly, I unstuck my body from the perfection of Bennett’s bed, a bed I didn’t remember getting into, dragged the blanket off it, and headed into the living room.

Reagan was, indeed, watching the show that I used to love when I was a teenager.

“I wasn’t aware this was even on anymore,” I said as I dropped down onto the couch next to her.

She smiled at me.

“There’s not much on in the morning,” she informed me as she shoved her feet into socks.

I nodded.

“What time do you have to be at school?” I asked her.

She looked up at the clock hanging above the mantle, and scrunched up her nose.

“In less than an hour and a half,” she said. “Daddy woke me up because he thought I’d have to go to Aunt Payton’s, but you said I could stay.”

I patted her hand. “Have you eaten?”

She shook her head, turning those hopeful hazel eyes, just like her father’s, over to me.

“No,” she said softly.

I smiled.

“So…do you want some pancakes? Waffles? Bacon and eggs? Cinnamon rolls?” I asked, turning my head slightly sideways to study her.

She really was beautiful, and I’d bet my life that she’d grow up to be a heartbreaker.

Her eyes widened. “Can you make that?” She breathed in excitement.

I nodded. “Sure. I brought all the ingredients over with me. It’s in a cooler in the back of my car.”

She was practically bouncing in her seat.

“Can I help?” She asked enthusiastically.

I nodded. “Yep. Go wash your hands once you’ve finished putting your shoes on, and I’ll let you help.”