Kill Shot (Code 11-KPD SWAT 6)

“Ohhh,” I moaned when he started to massage me. “That feels like heaven.”

“What was that you were saying earlier about your shoes?” he asked, moving his hands in a miraculous way.

“Maybe you were right,” I admitted on a groan. “Lower.”

He moved lower, hitting the spot right above my tail bone. “Harder.”

Jesus, the man knew how to make me beg.

Then, suddenly, it wasn’t a massage anymore.

Mostly because I felt the bare length of Bennett’s erection press into the cleft of my ass, and I was a goner.

“God,” I said, pressing back into him.

His impressive fingers moved from my back, down lower to the apex of my thighs, where he moved his whole hand over the length of my core.

I could feel my panties getting wet with each pass of his hand.

“Bennett,” I panted.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, moving his hand to the band of my panties, and slowly working it down over my ass.

They caught at the bend of my knees, but that was all he needed as his fingers found my entrance, and slipped inside.

“Fuck,” I breathed, that feels good.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, the wet sound of him moving in and out of me filling the still room air around us.

“You ready for me, Nox?” He rasped.

I moaned into my pillow in answer, and I felt the bed dip behind me, and then the wide head of his cock line up at my entrance and slowly ease inside.

“So tight and hot,” he moaned as he filled me, stopping only when he met the end of me.

I pushed back, urging him to go fast.

This pregnancy had turned me into a nympho.

All it took was a suggestive look on Bennett’s part, and I was ready to ride him like a crazed cowgirl.

I came even faster, much to Bennett’s amusement.

And right then was no different.

“Please,” I said, pushing back into him. “Please.”

He gave me what I wanted, but only barely.

He didn’t go all out anymore. Not this close to the end of the pregnancy. Then again not at the beginning or middle, either.

I couldn’t wait to have the roughness back after this baby was born, but the sweet Bennett was just as good as the rough one.

His hips eased into mine, filling me so completely that I didn’t even realize I was about to come until it was taking me over.

My channel pulsed around his cock, and I felt him go over the edge right along with me.

Hot pulses of his come splashing against my cervix, causing my eyes to cross in pleasure.

Long moments later, I came back to myself as Bennett ran his big hands up and down my back.

“I’m gonna miss this,” he said after a while.

I groaned when he pulled out of me, and then lifted my panties up to catch his release as it started to leak out of me.

“You coming so fast, and me not having to hold onto it for you to come, too. I’m lazy by nature,” he teased.

I snorted and got up, walking to the bathroom.

“You’re the most non-lazy person I’ve ever known,” I told him.

After cleaning myself up and fetching new panties, I walked back into our bedroom and rolled into bed.

My belly met Bennett’s side, and his hand immediately found my big belly where our child was now awake doing summersaults, as per his or her usual.

It never failed, the moment I was ready for bed that was when this child woke up.

Every single time.

The baby did a particularly forceful kick, right in the hand that Bennett had resting on my belly.

“I’m gonna miss this, too,” he admitted softly, pressing his bearded cheek into my neck and running his nose the length of it.

I didn’t answer, allowing my eyes to close, as I finally succumbed to sleep.

“I fucking love you, Nox,” I swear I heard whispered in my dreams.***Bennett

“I need you to take this, Bennett. I have to start helping your mom plant these flowers in her garden, and we can’t do that if we have to move around that big, ugly smoker of yours,” Lennox said stubbornly.

“Goddammit, Lennox. You don’t have to make every house have flowers. And you shouldn’t be doing it anyway,” I said, looking pointedly at her big belly.

She crossed her arms, and I moved closer until my belly met hers.

Which was getting further and further away the longer the pregnancy progressed.

The moment my belly met hers, I was kicked, causing me to smile when I was trying to be stern.

“You’re being irrational,” I muttered darkly to cover up my happiness.

She smiled, taking my breath away as she always did, and leaned forward.

Tonight was the big day for us. The day we’d welcome our third child into the world. And I was scared shitless.

I’d been the same with Way, but it was easy to forget the agony of being scared shitless when you had a healthy child, as well as a healthy mama.

Now, though, I could distinctly remember the worry and it wasn’t very fun.

“Please,” she whispered, pouting out her lower lip for emphasis.

Sighing, I turned to the smoker.

“I only have the Tahoe,” I tried. “It won’t fit.”

She gave me a look. “It’ll fit if you take Way’s car seat out of the back.”

I scrunched my nose. “It’ll get the Tahoe dirty,” I tried again.

“We’re getting it detailed tomorrow while I’m at the hospital. In fact, your mother’s taking it for us. It’ll be alright.”

“If I take it, then I won’t have the room for the other three people that were going to ride with me,” I tried one last time.

She gave me a pointed look, and I growled in frustration.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Max! Will you help me load this into the Tahoe?” I asked pointing at the smoker.

He broke off from my father, and headed straight for the smoker.

This afternoon, being my last day as a father of two, I was going out to get a drink with the rest of the boys, and would be spending some much needed guy time away from the estrogen fest of my house.