“That’s my plan.”
He watched as she twisted the hooker red tube, and out came the same color.
He licked his lips.
There was nothing better than waking up the morning after sex and finding that red smear on his dick.
It got him hard all over again.
“Ready?” she asked, as he watched her apply it to her lips without a mirror.
“Yes! So hot,” he stated as the wet warmth of her mouth enveloped him.
Elizabeth loved to hear his breathy moans as she worked him in abandon. It was the best part when Callen lost control and let the pleasure suck him under.
“I love you,” he muttered, watching as his erection slid between her ruby red lips. It was so hard to watch.
It made him want to lose control and cum.
“You’re driving me wild!”
There was nothing more erotic than his wife’s head bobbing in his lap. Part of him wanted to explode right there as he thought about it.
“You need to stop. I want you riding my dick. God! Hurry up. The idea that we can get caught…”
She understood.
As she got up from her knees, he reached over and tore her panties off.
“In my lap! Now!”
Callen was getting wild.
This was her favorite part.
As she stroked him with eager fingers and prepared to sheath her body around his, he stared up into her eyes. “You’re mine.”
Elizabeth slid him home, and they both shook.
“You’re mine too!”
He was glad for that.
Slowly, she slid up and down his erection, letting every inch of him take her closer to the edge.
“This is amazing as always, Lyzee,” he moaned as he dropped his head back onto the seat.
Elizabeth rode him.
Hard.
She rode him for all she was worth.
“Callen!” she shouted, feeling herself breaking apart as he filled her.
Elizabeth couldn’t hold on.
Callen wanted to fall, but he wanted her to use him. He wanted his wife to take all he had to offer and make them both feel.
He was so glad she was back, and he hoped this healed her. She’d had a rough couple of months.
“Keep riding!” he ordered.
She didn’t argue.
Why would she?
This was one of her favorite places to be. Elizabeth loved being in Callen’s arms.
“Oh Christ,” he muttered as she moved quicker. “Please,” he begged, needing to cum more than he needed that next breath. Callen wanted the edge to be taken off.
He craved it.
As the heat swelled, she exploded around him once more, flinging herself off into the pleasure as she took him with her.
Callen shouted in his release as that delicious tremor moved through his body.
He needed that.
Now, he was completely relaxed.
That was until there was a knock on the window.
Elizabeth stared at him. Through the tinted glass, they could see an employee.
“Shit!” she said, jumping over the seat after grabbing her jeans.
Callen started laughing.
It took him two seconds to tuck and zip.
When he leaned over the seat and hit the window button, the man was staring at him.
Well, the teenage boy.
“Uh, your pizzas are done. I thought I’d bring them out to you so they didn’t get cold.”
Thankfully, he wasn’t two minutes earlier, or he would have definitely ruined the end of their vehicle fornication.
“Great. I’ll pay.”
Callen handed him a big bill.
The man handed him the pizzas through the window.
“I’ll get your change.”
“No need. You can keep the change, as long as you saw nothing.”
The man got it and he smiled.
“Who would I tell?” he asked. “You two are old enough to be my parents. That’s kinda gross even if she’s hot.”
There was laughter from the back seat.
Callen rolled up the window.
“I think I’m insulted,” he said, as she climbed over the seat fully dressed.
“Well, don’t take it personally. We have all those kids together. At some point, we’re going to be nothing but an embarrassment and horrifying.”
He grinned wickedly.
“Callen James!”
“What?” he asked, innocently.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Can’t you just let me have this one? I was plotting out the teen embarrassment years in my head.”
She shook hers.
“Do you recall you and Ethan at that age?”
“Yes, why?”
“Add in my propensity to be bad, and multiply it by five.”
He was the one who looked horrified.
“We’re screwed.”
That made her smile.
“Yeah, who’s laughing now?”
Certainly not him.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Washington DC
Sunday Night
When they arrived at Dorian West’s home, his security let them right onto the property. It wasn’t odd to have Feds arrive there—especially the top two.
That time of night?
Yeah, that was a little stranger.
It was time to get this notify done, and neither was looking forward to it for a myriad of reasons. As they knocked on the door, the got ready to do the deed.
It didn’t take long for Dorian’s wife to answer.
She looked harried, but when she saw them, it escalated. There was no doubt in their minds that she knew in that second that it wasn’t going to be a social call.
“DORIAN!” she shouted, getting her husband’s attention.
She stared at them.
“No. Please no,” she whispered.
Yeah, it began.
Where he went, death and his wife were sure to follow. Since they called in the missing person report, his wife knew that her only child was dead.
All mothers knew.
Dorian West hustled to the door at his wife’s alarmed shout.
It was in his eyes. They went from in control to out of control in that split second.
“Dorian, we need to talk to you and your wife,” Gabe said. While they could do this out there, he didn’t want this to be a dump and run. They might need to ask some tough questions.
“Gabriel, Ethan, won’t you come in?” he asked, his voice wavering.
They entered the home, and it was quiet.
Too quiet.
It was as if that shroud of misery, and death, had coated the whole place. They’d both been there before for parties and celebrations. It was nothing like those times.
It was morose and with good reason.
“Dorian,” Gabe began.
He stopped him.
“She’s dead, isn’t she?” he asked as they stood side by side. His arm was around his wife, and she was shaking.
Well, no use sugar coating this. He figured they’d at least make it to the couch where there were a box of tissues waiting.
Ethan nodded. “Yes, sir, she is.”
Lily West, upon hearing that news, collapsed, and her husband had to practically carry her to the couch.
When they sat, Dorian settled her against him as she sobbed.
“What happened?”
“We don’t know all the details, Dorian,” Gabe said. “Right now, Elizabeth, Ethan’s wife, is working the case out of Boston.”
He let that sink in.
That told him a lot about what had happened. Dorian knew the Blackhawks—everyone did—and this man’s wife didn’t just investigate homicides. She chased the crazies. There was word in DC that she was the one Fed you didn’t want after you.
The president had chosen her to do his dirty work.
This made h
im want to vomit. His baby girl…yeah, she didn’t go easily.
Still, he asked.
“How did she die?”
“The autopsy isn’t in yet,” Ethan said, and even if it was, he’d likely not tell them. No one wanted the gruesome details.
No one.
“I don’t want my baby cut up, Dorian! Make them stop!” Lily begged. “Just bring her home!”
“Is there anyway…?”
They both shook their heads.
“It was bad, wasn’t it?” he asked.
They both nodded.
Fortunately for them, Dorian left it at that. No one wanted to hear it, but they didn’t want them to view the bones and think they cut her apart like that. Well, her head and hands.
When the maid came in, Ethan suggested some coffee.
Dorian West got it.
They wanted to speak to him alone.
“Lily, can you help Melissa get us some coffee?”
She didn’t hesitate.
She got up, went with her, and left them alone. It was clear she knew her duties as a congressman’s wife. She was practiced.
When she was gone, the gloves were off.
“Spill it. I want to know everything!”
“Sir, I’m sorry. We didn’t come here to upset you or your wife. We didn’t want you to hear about this in the media.”
He got that.
Bad wasn’t the word to describe this. It was going to be damn ugly.
Dorian braced for it.
“Ethan, the reason I like Gabe is he’s to the point. That’s how I roll. Just tell me how my only child was killed when she was supposed to be safe at Harvard.”
If that was what he really wanted.
“The killer dismembered her and we only have two parts of her.”
He flinched.
Covered his eyes.
And sighed.
“Is this because I’m a congressman?”
“No, sir,” Ethan began. “She wasn’t alone. Another woman was also killed, and she has no political roots.”
That they were aware of at the moment.
He didn’t tell Dorian that the other victim was a call girl. That might be a little much for the man to handle.
“I want you to find who killed my daughter,” Dorian stated. “I’m going to head to Boston…”
Ethan stopped him.
Yeah, no.
They needed to buy his wife time.
A congressman in the news was the LAST thing they needed.
“You can’t. If you go, and release the information that your daughter is dead, it will be a media circus. That’s going to make it hard for Elizabeth. She’s on the ground and one day into this investigation.”
Dorian didn’t like being told what to do.
“I hear she’s a loose cannon.”
Someone had been talking to the president.
Great.
Dorian West didn’t look like he believed him.
“She’s not, sir. I’m not defending her because she’s my wife, but because she’s a damn good investigator. If you want someone working a case to get justice, it’s her. She’s tenacious, and Elizabeth will find the killer.”
Dorian weighed his options.
“I want you there to supervise. I don’t care about the rules, regulations, or other BS, Gabe. I want my daughter’s killer caught, and Ethan has to go. I trust your judgment of her, but as of late, there has been a lot of talking around the Hill.”
“Like?”
“That she lost it and had to leave DC for a while. She’d been injured and lost her edge.”
Ethan wanted to be angry.
Instead, he worked through it in his head and owned it.
“She and I had a very bad fight. Our marriage was fracturing under the pressure on both of us. Elizabeth didn’t leave. I told her to go, and I regret it each day. My temper and actions damaged her career and reputation.”
Gabe knew the man had to handle this. Part of his penance to his wife was dealing with the fallout of his actions.
“Thank you for being honest,” Dorian stated. “In DC, it’s rare. I worry because she’s been taking hits in the media.”
“Oh, we are aware, sir. Bonnie escaped because she is incompetent.”
“Well, there’s that one,” Dorian admitted.
“My wife had to save a life or chase her through the woods in the middle of the night. She made the right choice.”
He weighed it in his head.
“I still want you there. I trust you to keep the media to a minimum. If you’re asking me to stay away, I expect my family to be respected in our time of mourning.”
Well, that worked out nicely.
“I can do that, sir. I’ll head there in the morning if you don’t make a statement. We need some time. Don’t make our jobs harder. With the media following us, we can’t do our job.”
He shook his hand, and then Gabe’s.
Lily came in carrying the coffee, and she was still crying.
“I will get an update throughout the investigation, correct?” Dorian asked.
Gabe would do it personally if Ethan was busy with helping Elizabeth.
“You will.”
“Then you should go handle this, Blackhawk.”
“I will, sir. I’ll manage it from Boston.”
That seemed to help the man relax.
“Thank you.”
“Find my daughter’s killer,” Lily said, sobbing from where she stood listening to them. “Find the asshole who did this!”
That was the plan.
Only now, there was political pressure added into the mix. That was not going to make his wife happy.
At all.
She was going to blow.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Heather Julliard’s
Home
Sunday Night
When she asked him to have dinner, he really thought that was going to be the case. While he wanted to be home with the family, he’d humor her. Chris was trying to keep the peace between the two women.
If it would keep Heather from riding Elizabeth’s ass, so be it.
Besides, what would it hurt?
Only, somewhere along the line, it went south.
As in it didn’t end the way he planned, and Chris didn’t know how it happened.
It was supposed to be only dinner.
Really.
One minute he was finishing his drink and some food at her house, then running to the bathroom, and the next thing he knew, he was doing something stupid.
As in he was doing HER.
As she moved around her kitchen, talking pleasantly, he’d gotten so turned on that his body was on autopilot. He was rock hard and had the overwhelming needed to have sex.
It became all encompassing.
It became an obsession.
This wasn’t right.
In fact, it was all shades of wrong.
He felt out of it—dizzy and couldn’t focus.
He should have called Elizabeth to come get him, but instead, he thought he’d give it time.
Well, that was a fail.
At that very moment, he was in bed with the other doctor, and she was riding his dick.
Chris wasn’t sure how it got this far. He really didn’t want to have sex with her. He hadn’t been attracted to her but two drinks later, and some food, he was naked and fornicating.
Then again, he wasn’t attracted to anyone as of late.
“Oh God!” she shouted, as she bounced in his lap.
What made it worse was he was NOT having a good time.
Chris was trying to concentrate, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything but how his dick hurt and how the room felt…trippy.
He was totally not acting like himself, and something was wrong.
What should he do?
Stay?
Go?
Run?
As she rode, he was having an out of body experience, and
it was making him angry.
Why couldn’t he get off?
She’d been at it for a good hour, and he was no closer to cumming than when they first started. He had all the need, but no ability to get off.
This wasn’t like him.
Out of frustration, he rolled and pounded himself into her body, trying to work through it all.
He was confused.
“Harder!” she begged.
Chris gave her what she wanted. She came two more times, and for him, nada.
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t seal the deal.
Oh, he was rock hard, but it wasn’t happening.
Chris went down on her.
He sixty-nine’d her, and he’d taken her from behind, and still to no avail.
He wasn’t enjoying himself.
It felt forced.
It felt…wrong.
And here he was, poised above a woman he really never liked, his dick painfully erect, and not a snowball’s chance of cumming from it at all.
“That was amazing,” she said, as he was braced above her.
The room got wavy, and he’d begun to panic.
“I have to go,” he said, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash.
Thank God he’d at least used one of the ones she’d had there.
“Wait! I’ll get you off. I’ll give you one hell of a blowjob,” Heather called.
Chris was already in his pants and tugging on his shoes.
“I’m good. Thanks, but I need to go.”
That horror.
That pain.
That fear.
It was all there. He’d done something he regretted, and he needed to escape.
He only wished he knew why.
As he hopped into a cab outside her townhouse, he pulled the slip of paper out with the hotel name on it.
And then he sat back, closed his eyes, and tried not to break.
He was scared.
But he didn’t know why.
He didn’t know what was wrong.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Hotel
There was nothing like a long hot shower to make you feel better. Elizabeth had her team working, Chris was likely still playing in the dead, and she could regroup after her sexy vehicle romp with Callen.
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