Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(49)

I collect my mail and then take the steps two at a time.

Forgetting my apartment, I shove the mail into my back pocket and head right for her door, knocking with my standard force.

Yeah, we have a date tonight, but my need to see her now wins out.

Liberty opens her door, a huge smile on her face when she sees me.

Fuck, imagine coming home to her every day?

Whoa, calm down, f*cker.

I push the thoughts out of my head and nudge her backward. Before she can argue, I kick her door closed, pick her up, and stalk to her bathroom.

“What are you doing, you big lug?” She laughs, trying to wiggle her way out of my arms.

“You and I have a date tonight.”

“I know. I’m about to start getting ready for it.”

“I need a shower.”

“Don’t you have your own shower next door?”

“Yeah, but I like yours better,” I tell her, placing her on top of the vanity.

“What makes mine different?” she questions as I reach into her shower and turn the faucet on.

“It has you in it, sweetheart.” I step back between her legs and finally kiss her. She responds immediately, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

“I want those lips around my cock.” I moan against her mouth.

“Is that right? She pulls back and rips her dress over her head, revealing one of her sexy, white lace bras and matching panties.

“Yeah, then I want to f*ck you.” I drop my pants and step out of them.

“Maybe if you can make me come with your talented tongue a couple times, I’ll wrap my lips around this big cock of yours.” She reaches down and tightens her grip around my painfully erect cock.

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a greedy little thing?”

“Only you.” She laughs a carefree laugh, and I make a promise to myself that for every day I know her, I’ll try to make her laugh like that again.



“Did you always want to be a police officer?” Liberty asks a couple of hours later while we’re seated at the back table of Il Centro Restaurant and Bar, one of the finest Italian restaurants in Trebook.

I was lucky to get a table at such short notice. Fox managed to pull it off for me when I remembered his uncle is part owner. Even though I don’t like owing anyone anything, it’s still worth every bit of annoyance just to see Liberty done up. I nearly busted a f*cking nut when she opened the door earlier. After f*cking her in the shower, I cleaned her up and left her to get dressed. I had only been gone for thirty minutes. I wasn’t expecting her to be ready when I returned. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to look so f*cking amazing. I almost didn’t want to leave the apartment with her looking so f*cking sexy.

A red wraparound dress molds to her body. The low cleavage makes my dick jump every time she leans forward, giving me the perfect view of her soft skin. Her short blonde curls are messy, but in a perfected kind of way. And her f*ckable lips are painted the same red she wore the night I met her.

Fuck me. She’s a walking hard-on.

“Not always.” I clear my throat, shaking the image of those red lips wrapped around my cock away. “I actually wanted to be a youth worker for a while there,” I admit, unsure why. Normally if someone asks me the same question, I always say it’s been a childhood dream to join the force.

Fucking hell.

“Wow, you’re serious.” She sits up a little straighter at my confession.

“My dad was a youth worker.” I keep my voice steady. Controlled. Even.

“Was? What does he do now?” It’s the first tidbit of my personal life I’ve shared with her. The last two weeks we’ve spent learning all about each other’s bodies, no private details. And while it’s not by any means a new way of life for me, it is a stepping stone. Or maybe a pebble.

“He’s dead.” The words are like acid coming out of my throat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She reaches across the table and covers my hand with her small one. My heart rate shouldn’t be spiked, but it is.

“Don’t be.” I pull out of her grasp and reach for my beer. “It was a while ago.” I don’t know why I thought it would be okay to talk about him.

It’s never okay.

“I can picture it, you know? You with the kids, helping them out.” She moves the subject along, and I don’t want to be grateful for it, but I am. “Is that why you’re interested in coming to the house and talking to Mitch?” I don’t want to tell her the truth. That maybe I only want to do it for her. Maybe my need to keep her safe is more than I actually understand. My need to protect her is no longer about my dick, but about her welfare. I don’t want to tell her any of that, so I nod instead and then change the subject.

“Everything good with getting clearance for me to come around?” Yesterday after I left Liberty’s office, she started the process of adding me onto the approved visitors’ list.

“Yeah, we’ll need to go over everything with you, but then you’ll be good to go.”

“Good, just let me know when and I’ll be there.” I wasn’t lying when I told Liberty I would help with Mitch. I know he’s a good kid. Know how much Liberty cares for him. And if me coming to the house to hang with him once a week helps him realize he doesn’t need to walk down the path Dominic is paving for him, then why wouldn’t I do it?