Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(26)

“Please, just get checked out, Liberty.”

“Don’t think this is over, Mitch,” she concedes, her breathing becoming shallower. “I’m not letting this go.” She scolds him in a disciplinary way only she manages to make hot.

Jesus, Sterling’s right. She’s under my skin. The only problem is, I don’t have time to sit there and pick her out. There are, however, plenty of other successful ways I can get her out of my system.

My cock in her * is one of them.



“You're lucky it wasn’t anything more, Miss Jenson,” the doctor tells Liberty four hours later after giving her a diagnosis. Bruised ribs and a slight concussion.

“I told you I was fine.” She turns to face me, pain etched over her forehead.

“Better to be safe, Liberty,” I tell her, not in the slightest bit put out I made her come in. After dropping off Mitch to Boys Haven, we came back to take Liberty’s statement. While she gave us what she could, we didn’t get much in a way of a lead. We left to finish up our tour with a few more domestics and traffic violations before I headed back over to check in with her.

“Officer Hetcherson is right, which is why tonight I suggest you have someone around to keep an eye on you. Is there someone I can call?”

“Ahh,” she pauses, “is it really necessary?” she asks, looking more put out than before.

“You’re more than welcome to stay the night here,” he offers, probably thinking she doesn’t have anyone.

“No, it’s fine. I really want my own bed. I’ll call my dad,” she concedes, not looking happy about it.

“Good. So I want you to take it easy for the next couple of days. No working. Headaches are normal; however, if anything becomes too severe, come straight back here. Understood?”

“Understood. Thanks, Doc.”

“Let me get your release papers ready and you’ll be on your way. Be sure to pick up your meds for pain relief.” He hands her a prescription to get filled and steps out, leaving us alone.

“You want me to call your dad?” I ask, wondering why she hasn’t called anyone already. When I rocked up earlier, I was expecting some family present.

“Honestly, Hetch, I'll be fine.” The little witch had no intention of calling in anyone to stay with her.

“You heard the doctor. You’re not being released without someone to look after you.”

“Please, Hetch, my parents are old, they'll be asleep already. I don’t want to stress them.”

“Do you have anyone else you can call?”

“I don’t want to bother anyone.” I don’t say anything right away, frustration over this woman burning stronger with every interaction I have with her.

“Then I’ll take you home and stay with you,” I offer blindly. She arches a brow like she’s ready to argue, until the nurse comes in with some paperwork, stopping all conversation.

I step back, letting her do her thing, listening to Liberty’s answers to her questions.

“Will you be taking her home tonight?” the older nurse asks me, bringing me into the conversation.

“Yes.”

“No.” We both answer at the same time. The nurse’s brow spikes as a knowing smirk covers her face.

“Yes, I will be taking Miss Jenson home tonight,” I answer again, leaving no room for argument.

“You don’t have to.” Of course, Liberty still argues.

“Considering I’m going the same way, to the same place, why don’t you just say 'thanks, Hetch, I’d appreciate it'?” She bites her lip, holding back either a smirk or a smart retort.

Probably both.

“Thanks, Hetch. I’d appreciate it.” She shocks me with her compliance.

“You’re welcome.” I turn back to the nurse, ready to give her any information she needs.

“Well, now that’s settled, I just need a few signatures here, and you’ll be good to go.” She gives me a wink, letting me know she likes my play.

Liberty signs where she needs to, and within twenty minutes, we’re heading down to the main lobby, Liberty in a wheelchair, me pushing her along.

“This is ridiculous. I don’t need a wheelchair, Hetch.” She’s been bitching about the damn chair the moment it was wheeled in.

“I think I’m starting to get you, Liberty Jenson,” I tell her, coming to a stop at the glass front doors.

“Oh, yeah?” She looks up as I walk around to face her.

“Yeah.” I hold out my hand, helping her to her feet. “You just like to argue for the sake of arguing. Do you get off on it, Liberty?” She’s a little wonky on her feet, so I keep a hold of her and walk her the rest of the way out to my truck.

“Whatever, Hetch. You won’t ever get me.” I don’t know if she means physically or logically. My cock would more than love to get to know her physically, but what worries me more is that my head likes the thought of logically.

“We’ll see,” is all I say as I help her up into my truck.

“No, we won’t.” Again with the arguing.

“Sweetheart, I’m already halfway there.” I watch her carefully. The soft sprinkling of freckles that she didn’t bother to cover with makeup today makes me like her a whole lot more.