Coup De Grâce (Code 11-KPD SWAT 7)

My hands still in place against her cheeks, I let one slip down, tracing down her shoulder, curving around her breasts, following the line of her side until it came to a rest against the back of her thigh.

She moaned when I let my hand move further back to flatten around the curve of her ass, fingers dipping into her overheated core.

“I’m sorry, baby. I never dreamed that would happen,” I told her.

A sob caught in her throat and she kissed me harder.

“You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to die,” she said desperately between kisses.

I moaned when her hand found my throbbing erection.

“Guide it inside you,” I said, spreading the lips of her ass with my fingers and pushing forward with my hips.

She angled my cock to let the head rest at the entrance of her sex, and we both flexed towards each other the moment our skin met.

She gasped into my mouth as my cock filled her to the breaking point.

“You fill me completely,” she whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever leave me like that again, okay? Always say goodbye.”

I promised her, and then continued to promise with my body. The way my hands ran along her skin.

The way my cock thrust in and out of her.

Our lovemaking was slow, steady, and beautiful.

Something we both needed right then.

And long minutes later, when I felt her pussy start to clench around my cock, I let go, too.

Shooting my essence into her waiting heat, filling her up with cock, my come, and my love.

“I love you, Nikki. I promise not to leave without saying goodbye…as long as you promise me something in return,” I panted against her lips.

Her eyes opened, and I stared into her beautiful brown orbs as she asked, “What do you want me to promise?”

I leaned forward, ran the tip of my nose along the bridge of her nose.

“That when we’re married, you’ll forgive me like this every time,” I told her sweetly.

She laughed, and I rolled until she was once again on top.

My flesh, that was still seated inside of her, started to throb once again at the new position, but what she said next had my entire focus, not the state of my dick.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Michael Perez?” She smiled happily.

Her hair spilled over her shoulders, tickling my chest.

I shook mine. “No.”

Her eyes, which had been happy, veiled slightly, so I hurriedly explained.

“I’m telling you that you’re marrying me,” I said, reaching under my pillow to pull out a hot pink velvet covered box that I’d picked out.

Her eyes widened as she watched me open the box, and then continued to widen as I pulled out the ring for her and held it out to her.

She raised her hand, offering me her finger.

It fit her perfectly, sliding over her knuckle and coming to rest just right.

“You will marry me, Nikki Pena.” I ordered her.

She leaned forward and placed her lips against mine.

“I thought you were never going to ask,” she teased.

I smacked her ass, causing her to jump in surprise.

Inadvertently making my hard cock ram into her to the hilt.

Her eyelids lowered slightly and I smiled.

“Not sure about the asking part yet…It’s just a formality. I only expect one answer, and one answer only,” I informed her.

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? Bossiness?”

I grinned.

“Yeah, that’s what you have to look forward to. Plus loving all night long. Babysitting whenever you need it. A hug when you want it. Kisses in the middle of the night. Gas in your tank. Your groceries brought into the house. Pants put into the hamper. Steaks cooked on the grill,” I listed out my attributes, purposefully making them sound really enticing.

She narrowed her eyes. “It’s not babysitting if it’s your own kids,” she countered.

I snorted. “Whatever you say, darling mine.”

“As long as you know that, I’ll marry you.”

I laughed and rolled with her once again, pushing my cock into her and grinding my hips against her.

“I’ll remember that.”

“You bet you will, big boy.”Chapter 20For fox sake.

-Coffee Cup

Nikki

“Alright,” Memphis said, laying on the lounge next to me. “How did we all end up in this predicament?”

I laughed.

There was no other recourse.

Seven women were in attendance with me today, and all but one were pregnant.

Georgia, Memphis, Lennox, Mercy, and Blake were all in different stages of pregnancy.

Although, I was on my first pregnancy while the rest of them were on their second.

Seemed the men of Kilgore SWAT liked to keep their women barefoot and pregnant.

Fighting crime during the day and making babies at night.

I laughed and rolled over onto my side to face Memphis and the other ladies.

Today we were having a spa day.

I was getting married in less than four hours, and the SWAT ladies were having a pamper day while the men did some fishing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, running my hand over my belly.

Two months had passed since Doctor Stan Jones had been formally charged for killing fifteen officers, their wives, and three of those officers’ children.

“You know exactly what she’s talking about, hoe,” Georgia said, stretching and wiggling her toes.

I smiled.

Yeah, I did.

“Guess maybe one of us needs to learn control,” I surmised, sighing in appreciation when the man at my feet rubbed a particularly good spot on the heel of my foot.

“Hey, I noticed that Dr. Jones name was scraped off the paint at the door this morning when I went to my appointment,” Reese said before she took a drink of her Dr. Pepper. All eyes turned to hers, and her eyes widened in alarm. “I’m not pregnant! It was just my yearly pap, I swear!”

When all eyes stayed on her, she held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“Scout’s honor is three fingers, not two,” I replied helpfully.

“Well, whatever it is, I just had my yearly. I got my tubes tied after the little hellion arrived,” Reese promised solemnly.

That was the truth.

Her son was a little hellion. Just like his daddy, that boy was.