Текст книги "Kill Shot"

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His hard eyes turned to me, studying me with the eyes of a seasoned cop.

Finally, though, he smiled and offered me his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he said cordially.

I offered my own, and we shook.

His hand practically engulfed my own.

“You too,” I said, nodding my head at him.

“Dinner’s here if y’all want to come to the back and eat,” Luke said, turning his gaze back to his wife.

She smiled and stood. “About time.”

He threw up his hands. “I said I was sorry! How many times do you need me to say it, woman?”

I blinked at the sudden outburst, but Reese didn’t seem to be affected in the least.

“That was only your first time apologizing, you big shit. I told you not to leave that bag of food out! Now I’ll probably get home to massive piles of vomit and dog shit throughout the house. Not to mention there was chocolate in there! If my dogs are dead, you’re totally going to see the edge of my tongue,” Reese spat.

I raised my brows, but was surprised when Luke had a comeback almost immediately.

“I’ll have the edge of your tongue later regardless. I’ll just be putting it to better use than you’re willing to do at this moment in time,” he growled, looping his arm around her hips and pulling her roughly to him.

I chose that moment to silently slide off my stool and disappear out the side door from where I’d entered.

I was surprised when I ran into the chest of Bennett, who’d been coming in the moment I was trying to leave.

“Hey,” he said, looping his arm around me much the same as Luke had just done to his wife. “What’s the rush?”

I pointed to the couple that still had their tongues buried down each other’s throats, and said, “The air was getting a little too clogged with hormones in there. I had to leave before it got contagious.”

He laughed and twirled me around until I was facing the opposite direction,

“You want some pizza?” He asked.

I nodded. “Is there any with anchovies?” I asked in hope.

He curled his nose up at me in disgust. “There most certainly is not.”

I pouted.

“Anchovies are my favorite,” I admitted.

He made a gagging gesture with his pointer finger, and led me into a room beyond the large warehouse where four long tables had been set up.

One of them held the pizza and drinks, while the other three held rolls of paper towels, and unopened cans of coke.

“Where do you want me to sit?” I asked.

He gestured to the end.

“The end. That way I’m not cornered on both sides by people wanting to be my best friend in order to get to know you better,” he answered honestly.

I nodded, thankful he’d come to the same conclusion as me.

Although I liked the women, it was a little overwhelming to have that many people interested about your every move.

I was still a very introverted person, and it’d take some getting used to when it came to all of his friends and their well-meaning wives.

“Sounds freakin’ perfect to me,” I admitted. “Let’s eat!”

Although I’d be paying for the Pizza later.

Chapter 6

Bearded for her pleasure.

-T-shirt

Bennett

“I honestly cannot believe they’re still going at it!” I said in awe. “How does one have that much stamina?”

“Don’t even get me started,” she shook her head before walking up her front walk. “It’s like he doesn’t know how to control himself.”

I blinked.

I wasn’t a slacker when it came to the bedroom, but I literally couldn’t go for six hours.

I might be able to do three or four, but six was just ungodly.

Didn’t one need a water break…or something?

That question was answered minutes later when the same man I’d seen at the restaurant, when Lennox had stolen my jacket, came out Lennox’s front door with a Gatorade in his hand.

“Paxton!” Lennox gasped. “What are you doing in my house?”

The man, Paxton, grinned. “I was all out of Gatorade.”

I blinked.

That was a good reason, I suppose.

“Then why are you in the front yard when you should be cutting through the back? This is a family neighborhood,” she admonished, looking pointedly at the boxers Paxton was wearing and nothing else.

Paxton grinned. “Am I corrupting your prudish sensibilities, Lennie-Lou?”

I snorted. “Lennie Lou?”

Lennox turned her glare on me. “Don’t start. I hate that name.”

I held up my hands in surrender.

“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed.

She then turned back to Paxton and raised her brow. “Well?”

He laughed. “Heard you out here. Wanted to see who you were talking to. And low and behold it’s the sexy cop. The same man you called an ass not even a week and a half ago.”

She looked like she wanted to throttle him.

When no one said anything more, Paxton grinned, then started walking across the lawn to his front door.

Lennox, nor I, said a word until we heard his front door open and then close behind him.

“Colorful neighbors,” I admitted softly, turning my gaze back to her.

She smiled.

“Paxton is my best friend. Sometimes, though, he can be a handful,” she admitted. “But he always has my back, no matter what. And he’s the reason I finished school. I owe him.”

I moved closer to her as she smiled wistfully at Paxton’s house, and was nearly toe to toe with her, when she finally realized I moved.

She jumped, and pressed into the door at her back, but she didn’t show fear.

No, what she showed was hunger. Anticipation.

Which was why I made the move I’d been wanting to make since I’d seen her for the first time in the hospital when I got stitches in my face.

My lips met hers, and the moment they touched, she ignited.

Her hands found purchase in the collar at my neck, pulling me closer while she pressed her lower half into me.

My mouth felt on fire as I took possession of hers. Her tongue tangled with my own, and suddenly my ‘little problem’ turned into a ‘big one’ as my cock throbbed in anticipation.

“Come inside,” she breathed against my mouth.

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

Grasping the keys in her hand, I started to fit random ones into the lock while I pressed her against the door.

Her legs came up, circling my hips as she started to work her pussy up and down against the length of my cock.

It was on the fourth key that I finally found the right one, and threw the door open.

We stumbled inside, her plastered to my front, and me holding her up with my left arm under her ass.

My fingers started to curl underneath the short fabric of her shorts, playing with the seam of her sex as I worked frantically to hold onto my control.

She disengaged from me for a few short moments to shuck her tee over her head before she was right back to me, kissing me like her life depended on it.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

My cock was ready to explode, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

Once we were over the threshold, I kicked the door shut carelessly, and it slammed home with a mighty bang before I took her down to her back right there in the foyer.

She didn’t complain, only moaned into my mouth when her exposed back hit the cold tile floor.

“You sure about his?” I panted, pulling back slightly so I could see her eyes.

She nodded. “Just don’t expect me to be at your beck and call. I have a very busy life, and I don’t have time for a boyfriend.”

I grinned. “Well, it just so happens, honey, that I have a busy life, too. So that works out perfectly for me.”

She smiled, and then put her hands between us as she slowly hooked her fingers in her shorts.

I growled as I went up on my arms, moving my lower body so I could look down and watch the sexy way she shimmied out of her shorts.

Her panties went as well, and suddenly I found her bare to my eyes, and I was seconds away from drooling.

“I’m on the pill,” she said as she tossed her pants away and then moved to my belt. “Are you clean?”

I nodded. “Passed a physical not even three weeks ago. I haven’t had a sexual partner in at least four months, either.”

She grinned. “Good. I had to pass my own physical for my insurance. I’m clean as well.”

With that, she yanked my belt off, tossing it over her head, and then started on my buttons.

They came loose with a pop-pop-pop-pop, and she grinned as she pushed my jeans and underwear past my hips.

My cock burst free of its confines, slapping against her pussy and causing us both to groan.

“Jesus,” she breathed as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “I was wondering if your cock would be in proportion to your size. And color me surprised to find out it is.”

I snorted and went down, jeans around my ankles as I hooked my hands around her hips and brought her up to my mouth.

She gasped in surprise as my mouth found her clit, and I gave a groan of my own as the flavor of her burst across my taste buds.

She was wet, but the moment my mouth found her clit, her pussy started to leak her excitement.

I lapped at her entrance, swallowing her wetness as my nose ground down into her clit.

She latched onto my hair, using the only thing she could, her hands, to press me into her further.

I chuckled as she started to moan, and forced myself away from her.

She cried out in disappointment as I moved away from her, but I didn’t waste any time and grabbed her once again by the hips and turning her over until she was on her hands and knees in front of me. Her perfect pussy on display for my viewing pleasure.

I shuffled forward on my knees until my cock grazed her sex, causing her to look over her shoulder and moan.

“Please,” she breathed, wiggling her hips in invitation.

I pressed forward, the head of my cock finding her entrance without help, and slowly started to ease inside of her.

She was right.

I was a big man, in all ways.

Usually, I had to do a lot more prep work to get my length inside of a woman, but with Lennox being so excited, I slid right in.

Her pussy swallowed my dick whole, sucking it in until I was buried all the way to the hilt.

The mouth of her entrance was stretched wide around the base of my cock, so full that I knew it had to be somewhat painful.

But she didn’t complain, only pressed herself backwards to urge me on.

I’d not been inside someone, bare, since I’d gotten Corrinne pregnant, and I knew, without a doubt, that Lennox’s hot pussy was a million times better than Corrinne’s.

She was tighter, slicker and hotter.

Words couldn’t even do it justice.

“Fuck,” I growled, pumping my hips into her. “You’re so wet…and tight. The grip your pussy has on my cock is amazing.”

She laughed, causing the muscles in her core to contract, which, in turn, caused her to clamp down on my cock.

I groaned and moved my hands up from her hips to the tops of her shoulder before I started pulling her back onto my length. Harder and harder, until I was sure I was hurting her.

She didn’t complain. Not one single time.

In fact, she was giving just as good as I was, using the muscles in her arms to push back even harder.

I was thankful when her pussy started to convulse and become slicker, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could make it before I burst.

She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, and my eyes crossed as she clamped down hard on my cock.

The orgasm that I was barely keeping at bay slammed through me so hard that I let out a bellow as my cum tore free from my body and shot into hers.

Hot, long pulses splashed against the insides of her channel, making it slicker as I worked out the last dregs of my release.

She continued to pulse around me for long moments until, finally, her elbows collapsed under both of our weight.

I caught myself before I slammed down onto her, moving off to the side as my cock slipped free from her.

My cock was wet from our combined juices, and the cool air of Lennox’s foyer made shivers trace down my back as I laid on the cool floor next to her, trying to catch my breath.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she admitted breathlessly.

I snorted. “Same goes, sweetheart.”

She laughed and turned to her side, my semi-hard cock leaving a trail of wetness on her leg as she turned and tunneled into my arms.

“I think I lied,” she said after a while.

The pounding of my heart against her cheek was soothing as I started to run my hand through her hair.

“What about?” I asked tiredly.

Although I was uncomfortable as hell laying against a hard floor, I was happy as hell to stay exactly where I was at.

“You can call me anytime you want more than that. I’ll be there, ready and willing,” she laughed softly.

Pressing my lips against her head I said, “Gotcha. You and I can be friends with benefits. Use each other and then go home afterwards. The same goes for you. If you need me, I’m here. Sound good?”

She nodded and leaned her head back until she could see my eyes.

I looked down at her, studying the freckles on her nose before I settled my gaze onto hers.

“Sounds like a match made in heaven,” she agreed wholeheartedly. “Let’s start right now.”

And it was the beginning of a very lucrative relationship. One that involved lots and lots of sex.

And even though we had to get up early in the morning, both of us having to go to the Truman Smith Walk for a Cure, we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning fucking.

And neither one of us had any complaints as we rolled out of bed, eight hours later, with nary a care, and not a wink of sleep.

Chapter 7

I need a prince in the streets, and a beast in the sheets.

-T-shirt

Lennox

“Wow,” Melissa said, examining my eyes. “You look tired.”

I smiled happily. “Sure am.”

“Who’d you fuck…oh, man. You didn’t!” Melissa yelled as she pointed her stack of cups at me in accusation.

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“You fucked that SWAT guy, didn’t you? That’s why he’s coming today!” She accused.

My mouth dropped open.

“What makes you think I slept with him?” I asked.

She scrunched up her nose at me. “Because you don’t do one night stands. You do fuck buddies…or whatever you call it. And you’ve not met anyone else.”

I shrugged. “True. So what if it was him? What’s it to you?”

She smiled widely and started stacking cups again for me to fill with red Kool-Aid.

We were having the Truman Smith annual walk-a-thon, and I recruited as many people as I possibly could to come help and donate their time.

Truman Smith was a place for physically and mentally ill kids that were too sick to live at home with their parents. It was like a nursing home for children under eighteen, and it was the hardest thing in the world on your heart to see children there, and none of their parents ever visiting.

It was as if they just gave up on their babies, even though they were still living.

So, I made it a priority to help organize the walk-a-thon and raise money so these kids could have a good ‘home.’ They could play games and enjoy their lives, for however long as they would grace this earth.

“Nothing is ‘to me.’ I’m just happy for you. I know you haven’t seen, or been, with anyone since Reggie. I know how it’s affected your life. Not to mention having that crazy bitch always up your ass.” She shook her head. “No, honey. I’m just seriously fucking happy.”

I winked at her. “Bennett’s a way better man than Reggie. I can tell you that with only a few encounters with him. And the man’s phenomenal in bed.”

Somebody behind me gasped, and I turned to find a woman around my height with long blonde hair up in a high ponytail at the top of her head.

The same woman who’d been in the exam room with her brother.

Then there was the man beside her. The same one that’d just left my bed only hours before.

The combination of the grin and his laughter was lethal and I barely refrained from pouring the pitcher of Kool-Aid over my head to cool myself down from all the sexual vibes pouring off of him.

“Hey, Len,” he said laughingly. “Melissa.”

He nodded his head at Melissa who, for her part, refrained from saying anything obnoxious that usually poured out of her mouth when she was nervous.

“Bennett,” she said. “It’s good to see you again.”

Bennett nodded. “This is my sister, Payton. I’m not really sure if you were introduced the other day when I was getting stitches. She’s a nurse on the OB floor, and I thought she’d like it here.”

I grinned. “Thank you, Payton. That’s very kind of you to come. We can use all the help we can get.”

“How about you take them for a tour, and I’ll finish pouring the drinks?” Melissa said kindly.

I studied her, making sure she was indeed comfortable with me doing that, and smiled full out at her. “Thanks, Melly. I’ll take them now.”

I headed into the building with Bennett on one side of me and Payton on the other, explaining what we did at Truman Smith.

“I’m usually here twice a week. I started clinicals here while I was in school and fell in love with the kids, as well as the staff. We have over a hundred beds here, and the children range in age from four months all the way up to seventeen years,” I said as Bennett opened the door for me. “Each child has a specific reason for being here, and we try to cater to each of their individual needs.”

“Ohh,” Payton breathed, taking in the colorful paintings on the walls and pillars. “It’s beautiful.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it is. Last August, we had a couple of painters come in to paint it, and they had a new man on the team that made the murals for the kids. It started out small, but when he saw the reaction the kiddos had to the walls, he kept going until the entire place was filled to the brim with happiness.”

Payton wiped her eyes. “My little girl, Harleigh, was born premature. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened to her if she’d had any lasting effects as some micro-premies do; but this place, wow. It’s gorgeous.”

I patted her shoulder. “You want to meet some of our patients?”

Bennett curled his fingers around my ponytail and gave it a small tug before dropping it and saying, “Please.”

“Starla!” I said, calling to the nurse manager in the middle of the station. “Do you need anything? I’m going to show these two around.”

Starla took in the two people on either side of me, and shook her head, studying us closely. “No, honey. But Paulie could use a visitor if you want to go say hi.”

I sighed. “Paulie’s one of our littlest residents. He was born a normal baby, but his family failed to strap him into his car seat properly when he was still an infant, and they crashed the car. Paulie was thrown from the car and suffered quite a bit of head trauma in the process. He’s had extensive swelling on his brain, and they don’t expect him to ever live a normal life again. Now, he’s here with us.”

As I walked them around to a few of the rooms, I was humbled by how good the two of them were with the kids.

Truman Smith was a very hard place to stomach at times, but they did wonderfully with them all.

They were truly good people and I knew that the residents of Truman Smith would forever have a friend in the two of them.

“Okay, ladies!” Starla called. “It’s time for our moveable kiddos to go for a walk!”

Starla clapped excitedly, and I couldn’t help the excitement I felt.

I grabbed onto Bennett’s hand, and smiled at him while jabbering lightly.

“This is where I needed your help!” I decreed. “I’ll help you get Paulie into his chair and you can push him, is that all right?”

He nodded, his dark, fathomless eyes taking in everything as he agreed. “Yeah, baby. I’ll do that. I have a couple more hands, though, if you need them.”

I raised my brow at him. “What? Where?”

He turned and pointed towards the door, and that’s when I saw all of the women I’d met just yesterday, and their husbands, standing at the door looking quite lost.

I gasped.

“Oh, the kids will be so happy!” I breathed.

He winked. “Anything for the kiddos. I’m here if you ever need me.”

And, somehow, I believed him.

He had a baby of his own.

He knew what could happen. He knew that these kids could’ve just as easily been his own.

And I admired him for that.

Many parents didn’t think that way.

And it reinforced the decision that I would continue to see him.

He was a good man.

***

He was the devil!

Bennett was a horrible, no good, very bad person.

“Bennett,” I growled loudly. “Get on with it!”

He chuckled against my mound before he continued to rub his beard on the insides of my thighs.

His hands massaged my ass, and that tongue of his!

He was a freakin’ magician with that thing!

“What’ll you give me if I give you what you want?” He rasped against my thighs.

I closed my eyes tight, and said what any sane woman would in this situation. “Anything! God, please! Anything! Fuck me already!”

He chuckled.

“Anything?” He confirmed, moving up between my thighs until his mouth was running along my collarbone and then my neck.

“No,” I shook my head feverishly back and forth.

I knew what he was asking.

He wanted me to give up control and I didn’t give that to anyone. Certainly not some man!

He growled before his big body moved down until his mouth started to circle my nipple.

“You sure?” He asked.

My whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Mmm-mmmm,” I said again.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and pulled for all he was worth.

My back arched, and my pussy creamed for his shaft.

“Please,” I breathed.

He looked up at me, keeping a hold on my nipple with his teeth, and then grinned.

My mouth dropped open, and I lifted my hips as his cock brushed my clit.

I came.

With one tiny brush of his cock against my clit.

Like a loser.

When I opened my eyes next, it was to see him grinning down at me, a smug look on his face.

“That’s all it takes for you?” He asked, smiling widely.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You’ve been teasing me for over an hour. What exactly did you expect to happen here? A girl can only take so much!” I bellowed into his face.

He chuckled.

Threw his head back, and laughed harder.

The fucker.

When I started to push him off of me, he let me have his weight, and suddenly his cock was inside of me.

Filling me to the brink of pain.

My eyes closed involuntarily.

And my back arched to take him even deeper.

“I can do this all night long,” he whispered against my skin, thrusting once.

I cried out in shock as he started to pull away, but just as quickly filled me once again.

“Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered gravely.

I shook my head.

He thrust, making my breasts bounce, and my pussy clench in need.

He groaned and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me.”

I shook my head. “Never.”

He laughed, pulled back, and let me have him again. The full length of his cock filled me swiftly. Mercilessly.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“No,” I denied.

Then he grinned, went up onto his knees, and his thumb find my clit.

Pressing down, he stared at me while he started to circle his thumb in my slickness, and I lost my fucking mind.

“Please!” I screamed.

“Tell me!” he ordered.

“You can have me! You have me. Whenever you want. However you want. Wherever you want. You have me!” I yelled, need clawing its way through my core, making it hard to breathe, let alone think.

He grinned triumphantly, and then gave me what I needed.

Pounding inside of me, he started to work me with his length while he continued to circle my clit with the side of his thumb.

I detonated after just the fourth stroke inside of me, and by the tenth, he was coming with me, pouring himself into me while he growled my name.

“Fuck, Lennox,” he growled.

I closed my eyes and let my legs fall open.

He collapsed on top of me, and I barely managed to keep the breath inside my lungs.

“You weigh a fuckin’ ton,” I informed him.

He snorted and rolled, hooking his hands around my hips to ensure that I followed him, and fell to his back with me on top of him.

“I’m six five and two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s significantly less than a ton,” he informed me.

I snorted. “Whatever you say, fatty.”

He gave my ass a sharp slap, and leveraged himself up laughing when a small puff of air escaped my lips with the suddenness.

He set me flat on my ass as he got up, and I stared at him in accusation.

“You’re cute,” he said, picking the towel up off the floor to clean himself of our juices.

I watched as he worked his cock with one of my favorite hand towels, not caring in the least that it was one of my decorative ones.

“I gotta go,” he said apologetically.

I smiled and rolled to my feet, going to the bathroom to take care of my own problem before returning.

I slipped on my shirt, trying not to let him know that I was upset that he was leaving.

“Thank you for coming today…and inviting your friends,” I said softly, as I slid my legs into a pair of panties, then followed up with a pair of gray cotton capris that I’d just bought last week from Target.

They were beyond comfortable, which also meant that they weren’t very pretty looking, but I was okay.

I’d sacrifice comfort over style any day of the week and twice on Sunday’s.

“It wasn’t a problem, Len. I enjoyed myself, and it makes me appreciate my daughter a whole lot more. A daughter who’s going to be pissed if I don’t get back in time to make the movie that she rented for the night,” he informed me.

I picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it at him.

He shrugged it on quickly, and I marveled again at just how well the tee fit his body.

It was like it was molded to him. Laser cut to fit him perfectly.

“What movie is it?” I asked as I slipped my feet into the flip flops I had by the door and squatted down to gather all his shit that had fallen from his pocket earlier in our haste to get into bed.

Gun, magazine, money, phone, flashlight, two stray bullets, and a pair of handcuffs. I left the gun that was still in his holster on the floor for him to take care of.

“You always walk around with this much crap in your pockets?” I asked him as I stood, holding everything with two hands close to my chest.

He grinned cheekily at me.

“Sometimes more,” he said, stuffing the things back into his pocket.

Except for the flashlight which he clipped to the outside of his shirt.

Then he stooped down, picked the gun up, and sat down on the bed to re-attach it to his ankle.

“How is that comfortable?” I asked.

I’d tried working out with leg weights when I gained twenty pounds, after I was stood up for my senior prom, and I’d been so exhausted after wearing them that I literally had to stop on day four. They were only six pounds each, but they made a world of difference in your everyday activity.

I knew for a fact that the gun he carried on his ankle was over five pounds.

“You get used to it. Now it’s like it’s not even there. It’s when I’m not wearing it that I get uncomfortable,” he admitted.

I smiled. “That’s probably because one of your legs is bigger than the other after carrying that gun around so much. It doesn’t know what to do with the extra weight not being there.”

He gave me a droll look.

“One of my legs is not bigger than the other. It’s only four and a half pounds. Not even a big enough difference for me to even feel it,” he said, standing up and walking to me.

I held my ground, watching as he made it to within inches of me before he lowered his head and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth.

“Come over for dinner tomorrow?” He asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

I nodded. “Yeah. What time do you want me to be there?”

“Six. Reagan Rose Alvarez gets cranky if we wait until seven. So make sure you’re there early,” he smiled. “I have to work tomorrow, but I’ll be there in time to bring dinner home.”

“Do you want me to make dinner and bring it?” I asked.

I liked cooking.

In fact, I loved it.

I wasn’t a big out to eat type of person.

I didn’t see the point. Especially when home cooked meals were not only healthier, but also yummier.

“You cook?” He asked in awe.

I nodded. “Yeah, doesn’t everybody?”

“Sure,” he said slowly. “Not everybody cooks well, though. Which one are you?”

I winked. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Is there anything your Reagan won’t eat?”

He shook his head.

“’Allergic’,” he said making air quotes. “To vegetables.”

I laughed. “Aren’t all kids allergic to those?”

He shrugged. “I’m not a big fan of cauliflower and onions, but as long as it’s hidden in something good, I won’t have a problem stomaching it.”

I gave him a thumbs up and started out of my bedroom and to the kitchen.

“I made these muffins this morning,” I said gathering them up. “You can have them and tell me what you think,” I said, stuffing them into a Ziplock bag and tossing them to him.

He caught them out of the air and tucked them underneath his arm before cornering me against the counter.

“See you tomorrow,” he said against my lips.

I kissed him hard, and then pulled back. “Tomorrow.”