Charlie Foxtrot Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Code 11-KPD SWAT #5)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Code 11-KPD SWAT Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 71090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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“Watch your language,” she said reproachfully, looking around at all of the people around us.

I could give less than a fuck what they thought.

“Do you realize that David had a fucking girlfriend for two motherfuckin’ years?” I asked, my voice raising an octave. “Or how about the fact that he never told me he was fucking someone else. The least he could have done was use a goddamned condom around us. But no, not David fucking Dewitt. He was too goddamned special. He could do no fucking wrong. But you wouldn’t know how that feels, because my daddy is the best of the best. He’s so fucking awesome that you’ll never have to experience how that feels. Me, not so lucky. Now I get to watch while some bitch gets to have my life. Now, for the first time in nearly three and a half years, I’m starting to feel happy again, and you have to pull this bullshit. I lost everything. My friends. My husband. My mother. Daddy, Uncle Darren and Aunt Missy are the only people in my life that have helped me, until recently. Now, I’d appreciate it if you never brought up David again. Because, let’s just say, the sound of his name makes me want to vomit the last five years of food I’ve eaten into his face.”

With that, I threw down a crumpled twenty from my pocket, tossed my napkin over my plate, and stormed out of the restaurant.

My eyes landed on David in the fucking corner, and a smile touched my lips. Good, the fucker deserved to hear that. So did his shit head of a fiancé.

My only hope was that she put the baby they were having up for adoption. That poor kid didn’t deserved to have those two assholes as parents.

That’s when I saw him.

Foster.

He had a smile tilting up the corner of his lips, and his eyes were alight with mirth as he watched me walk towards him.

He was near to laughing, in fact.

“What are you laughing at?” I snapped as I stormed past him.

He trailed behind me, leaving his brother and a blonde giant behind.

Both of their eyes were on us as I pushed out the door.

“Who’s the Viking?” I asked over my shoulder.

Today, Foster was wearing his work uniform. He had on his new blade instead of the other prosthesis, and he seemed almost…happier.

His eyes were crinkled at the corners as he smiled full out at me. The first real smile I’d ever seen grace his lips.

“That’s Luke, my boss,” he said, walking with me.

He didn’t even have a limp anymore.

“You look like you have a spring in your step,” I said warily.

He gave me a droll look.

“Really, how original,” he said dryly.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “For real, though. You look better than I’ve ever seen you.”

He shrugged. “It always makes me happy to see a woman stick it to her ex. Something you really did. I don’t think you know it, but the entire SWAT team, as well as the big bosses, and a few of the other cities SWAT teams, were sitting in that room just behind you. I’d gone out to show the rest of ours where we were.”

My mouth dropped open. “You’re shitting me.”

He shook his head. “No. And trust me, every one of them heard you. Their eyes were already on you to begin with. They heard every word.”

I stopped and turned towards him.

He didn’t stop, though, and ran into me.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing me to him before I could fall from the force.

Our bodies were pressed against each other’s from chest to thigh and, before I knew it, his mouth was on mine.

We were a lot closer to my car than I realized, because suddenly my back was pressed against the warm metal with Foster’s large body curling over mine.

I moaned into his mouth, gasping as he dug something massive into my pubic bone.

His tongue tangled with mine and his hands found my hair as he pushed into me, swiveling his hips as he did.

When he finally disengaged his mouth from mine, I looked up at him with a dazed expression. His brown eyes looking full of need. “I like you, Blake.”

I blinked. “I like you, too.”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. Even if I’m not a very nice person to talk to all the time, I’m fucking here.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Just don’t forget it, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

As I got into my little car and pulled out of the parking lot, I looked back at him standing there.

His eyes watched me. As if he were stalking his prey. Surveying it to make sure I did what he expected me to do.

I must’ve done it, too, because he smiled.

Widely.

Full out.

All encompassing.

And my lips weren’t the only thing tingling any longer.

Chapter 11

Do you want the rest of my cake?

-Said no one ever

Blake

“Yes?” I asked to the two men at my front door.

They were massive. And when I say massive, I mean humongous. Fucking huge.

Huger than huge.

Muscled. Ripped. Jacked. Those were only a few words that I’d use to describe them.

Oh, and they were hot, too.

One had dark hair, tanned skin, and if I had to guess, some sort of Puerto Rican background. I used to have a friend that had the same dark hair and beautiful skin.

His eyes were a deep shade of brown, and looked nearly black in his face.

The other man was easily just as big, but he had caramel colored hair and green eyes. What really set him apart, though, was the scar that ran down his face.

They also rode motorcycles.

I’d heard those first.

Which was what enabled me to watch as they’d dismounted, and then walked up my front walk while talking.

I wasn’t scared, though.

Foster had warned me with a note slapped to my front door, after I got back from my run, that they’d be here.

If I hadn’t been warned it would’ve been a different story.

“We’re here to set up an alarm for you,” the darker of the two rumbled.



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