Discarded by Fate

by Morgan Kelley

  ‘Do not disturb!’

  Well, who else would go to the gym to hide and battle the demons?

  Only her Ethan.

  With her room key, she slid it into the lock and stepped inside. She could see him across the gym. One of the perks of this hotel was the gym on that floor was only for the penthouse.

  Perfect.

  She was going to help him burn off his anger.

  And she knew how.

  As she crossed the gym, he saw her in the wall of mirrors. He didn’t slow down. Instead, he upped the speed on the treadmill.

  His shirt was off.

  There was sweat running all over his body.

  And he was as sexy as sin.

  To Elizabeth, that was the trifecta of wetness.

  In a suit, Ethan was director and power hot. Like this? She’d jump him right here and do him on that treadmill.

  But first…

  “We need to talk.”

  He ignored her.

  “Ethan, we need to talk. I figured something out.”

  He upped the speed as he fought to keep his cool.

  Elizabeth didn’t like being dismissed, and if the man wanted to fight his wife, well, so be it.

  After all, this was going to hurt him more than her. She hoped his reflexes were fast.

  She walked behind the treadmill and yanked the power cord.

  The speed dropped so fast that he nearly flipped over the top.

  “Jesus! Why can’t you see that I want to be alone?”

  She didn’t give a shit what he wanted. Callie had told her how to deal with Ethan’s anger.

  She couldn’t fear it.

  She had to rationalize it or help him work through it.

  It looked like it was going to be option B.

  He climbed off the treadmill and tried to get around her. He went left and he slipped past her fingertips.

  He was like a greased pig all wet and slippery.

  In her jacked-up fantasy world, she could see him naked on the floor. Why this whole prickly moment of his anger got her hot and bothered, she had no freaking idea.

  So, she was a hussy.

  Here it was.

  He went past her, right to the punching bag. She had a flashback of the times they’d been to the gym in Salem.

  He’d calmed her down the first time.

  She’d kicked him in the nuts the second.

  Well, it looked like it was reckoning day. Elizabeth Blackhawk was about to get her ass kicked by a pissed off man.

  Good times.

  In her next life, she wanted a dick—her own.

  She kicked off her boots, pulled off her gun, and then slipped out of her shirt so she could get the Kevlar off. When she was out of that, she headed toward her husband.

  He was beating the hell out of the bag.

  “Hey, come here often?”

  He ignored her.

  A part of her was scared.

  Was she losing him again?

  She couldn’t handle it.

  “Okay, Ethan. You’ve given me no choice.” She moved closer, and when he wasn’t glaring at her, she foot swept his legs out from under him, knocking him to the floor.

  He got up, and he was furious.

  In that moment, there was no hesitation.

  He began swinging, and Ethan wasn’t pulling those punches.

  The beast was free, and that hideous anger was about to do some damage.

  When she dodged his first few swings, she wasn’t able to miss the next one. He landed one on her face.

  She slid across the mat.

  “GET UP! You wanted to fight, then let’s fight.”

  She’d never seen him this volatile.

  Correction.

  She had.

  It scared her.

  Despite what Callie had said, she would always fear this anger. Only, she didn’t have time to worry.

  She needed to knock some of the wind out of his sails. There was only one way to really do that.

  Sex.

  This was going to be like fucking a porcupine.

  Damn it!

  She had to try.

  When she flipped over and landed on her feet, she rubbed her jaw.

  “Okay, Ethan. Let’s do this right. No holds barred.”

  He came in high. She went in low, knocking him off his center of gravity. When she did, she made sure to flip him and rip off his shorts.

  He wasn’t down long.

  He went back at her, and she elbow blocked him, and then hip tossed him onto the mat. She sucker-punched him in the chest and knocked the wind out of him.

  Now it was time to move.

  Despite his volatile anger, she wanted him.

  Even when he was lost in this rage, she wanted to thank her lucky stars that she was part of his life.

  So, she did what needed to be done.

  She tore open his boxers and took him in her mouth.

  As she worked him hard, he moaned.

  The fight was gone.

  Still, she wasn’t giving him a chance. When he was rock hard, and his hips were bucking from her oral assault, he popped out of her mouth.

  Elizabeth slid up his body, biting him along the way. She only hoped that the hot, lusty need would pull him back.

  When she took his wrists and held them above his head, he blinked at her.

  “Fight for me. Don’t let that anger win. Come back to me.”

  He closed his eyes.

  When he did, she reached for her back pocket. As she slipped the cuffs out, she hurriedly got them on him.

  When he felt the cold metal against his flesh and heard the telltale click, Ethan opened his eyes.

  “I need you. I’m scared,” he admitted. “If I lose this fight, I lose my wife. I can’t lose you.”

  She got it.

  He was reaching for her, and she wouldn’t let him fall.

  As he looked up, he saw she’d actually locked his arms around the weight stand. He wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Make me forget.”

  She could do that.

  Elizabeth dove into his mouth, refusing to let him go. She was going to save him and save herself.

  He was calming from his mood but heating up from the touching. As her mouth drove him wild, his erection throbbed.

  Ethan moaned.

  Setting his mouth free, she stood and began stripping out of her tank top and jeans. When she was down to just her panties and bra, he was watching her.

  The visual was enough to drive him crazy.

  His wife’s breasts were nearly spilling out, he was handcuffed to the floor. Gone was his anger. In its place was lust, and that was a beast he didn’t have to fight.

  Ethan let it have him.

  He let her have him.

  As she dropped between his legs, her mouth sought him out again, and she worked him so hard he was breathing like he’d participated in a triathlon.

  Staring down his body at her made him want to cum.

  When she continued with the blowjob?

  Christ!

  It was wild.

  “Baby, I need you,” he muttered. “I’m going to cum!”

  She slowed down.

  The tremor abated.

  Then, when he thought he was safe, she whipped off her bra and placed his rock-hard dick between her breasts.

  Then she licked the tip of his dick.

  “Elizabeth!” he hissed, his body bowing as she teased him with his most favorite part of her anatomy.

  He nearly came twice.

  If she didn't cut him a break, he would have embarrassed himself.

  “How’s that, Deputy Director?” she asked, after the tip of his dick popped free from her mouth.

  “You know how it was. I want more. Don’t stop. God! Harder. Make me feel!”

  Ethan got why his brother liked that mix of pain and pleasure. It was Heaven and it was Hell.

  But with her…

  It was amazing.

  She gave hi
m exactly what he wanted. She was going to make him forget, leave a few marks, and save her man.

  Her body slid across his, rubbing enticingly across his erection. With each inch she slid, he moaned.

  He sounded desperate.

  “I want to taste you.”

  It was said in pure desperation.

  He felt like he’d run a marathon, and now he wanted his medal at the end.

  “What do you want, Deputy Director?” she asked in that innocent voice that made him crazy.

  “Ride my face!”

  For Ethan, that was something he normally wouldn’t say. So, she was going to make him work for it.

  Elizabeth did just that. Stripping out of her britches, she crawled up his body to bite him hard on his one nipple.

  His dick actually twitched.

  “Jesus, I’m going to cum with you not even touching me,” he said, as she was at his neck. She bit him there, and then worked on his ear.

  He shook.

  “Stroke me! God! Get me off!”

  She wasn’t going to do that. She needed to wear him down, and the man had a lot of control. So, she kneeled over his face, and he dove in.

  She let him feel how wet she was from this little adventure. Just seducing her husband had turned her on. She braced her hands on the weight bench as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

  She ground down, feeling the orgasm coming.

  It ripped her off the edge, his name on her lips, and her wetness on his.

  He continued, trying to make her shake.

  When she moved away, he begged.

  He had to have her.

  “Move closer,” he whispered. “God! Move closer! I need to taste my wife.”

  “More?” she asked.

  “Yes! Let me get you off. I want to hear you shout my name!”

  Oh, she had plans, but he wasn’t in charge.

  He didn’t get to decide.

  “Please,” he begged.

  Sliding across his body, Elizabeth made sure to press herself along his torso, making sure there was full contact. As she was above him, she was just out of reach.

  “No! I need more. I want more.”

  It was time to really make him crazy.

  “I want you to make me cum,” she said, staring down at him.

  She knew it would burn off the mad.

  Ethan tried to touch her, but his hands were locked to that freaking weight rack.

  It was making him even crazier.

  “Set me free,” he ordered.

  Instead, she lowered herself to his mouth. Immediately, Ethan dove back in.

  He devoured.

  He behaved more like that beast, using his mouth to convey how he felt.

  Wild.

  Lost.

  Struggling.

  Her body shook, and the entire time, Ethan was unable to get enough of his wife. She tasted like Heaven and was wicked like Hell.

  She was the best of both worlds.

  As she ground down on his mouth, he tore that next gasp of orgasm from her.

  Elizabeth came.

  Again.

  Blackhawk was over being angry.

  Now he was just horny. When he was free, it was going to be out of control.

  He could see it now.

  This was so hot that he was pretty sure that he was the luckiest man in the world.

  He was her captive.

  He was her prisoner.

  And in that moment, he let go.

  Now it was about making love. The anger had left, and all that was remaining was the lust he felt for his wife.

  He teased her with his tongue and teeth. He was horny as hell, but he wanted her to get off as many times as he could because as soon as he was free, he was taking what he wanted.

  Elizabeth gasped, her body shaking with pleasure. When she came again, her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel Ethan struggling to stay in control.

  Reaching back, she stroked roughly with her hand. He was rock hard.

  As she moved off his body, her lips tormented him. First, she teased his ear, then his nipples, and finally, she found his erection with her mouth.

  AGAIN.

  “God! I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” he admitted, his body bucking with pleasure. With each thrust of his hips, his dick slid further down her throat.

  She looked up at him.

  Then she slid him back out.

  “What do you want, Deputy Director?” she asked in that sexy woman voice that made his body react.

  And as usual…

  It did.

  “I want you to ride me. I want to be buried in your body. I want to make you cum.”

  “Well, ask and you shall receive, Ethan.”

  He licked his lips as she straddled his hips.

  He knew what was coming.

  Her.

  Him.

  Maybe her again.

  As she slid him home, she didn’t move. He was throbbing inside her body, and it was maddening to say the least.

  He wanted to fuck.

  In that moment, that’s all he wanted.

  Gone was the civilized director, and in its place was a man who was stripped down to the beast within.

  “Do you want more, Ethan?” she whispered, running her nails down his chest.

  He shook as he watched the red marks appear.

  He’d never wanted anything more than her in that moment. He wanted her to ride his body, and abuse it until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

  “God! Yes! I want all!”

  She began the ride, impaling herself on his dick.

  He nearly came.

  It was a fight to stay in control. The hot, wet heat from her body made his blood boil. Ethan was shaking as she milked him.

  “Baby,” he muttered, trying not to lose it.

  Elizabeth went up on her knees, keeping just the tip of him in her body.

  “Please! Don’t get off!” he begged, needing more.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  He went wild.

  Ethan took that as his signal. Using everything he had, he drove his hips up, slamming his erection into her body.

  And it didn’t stop there.

  He kept going, trying to get off.

  When she moved, his erection slipped out of her body, and he whimpered as if almost in pain.

  It was time.

  Here was Ethan.

  He wasn’t angry anymore.

  Now he was just lost in the need.

  Leaning forward, she removed the one cuff. It didn't take him long to realize he was free.

  Ethan rolled, placing his wife beneath him on the workout mat. He slammed his dick into her, until he couldn’t go any further.

  They actually slid across the mat in their own sweat.

  “Oh God!” he moaned.

  Elizabeth came again. He’d hit that one spot and she couldn’t fight it.

  She rode out the waves of pleasure as he began moving into her.

  “Buckle up. It’s my turn,” he whispered before he began pounding his way into her body.

  Ethan couldn’t stop.

  A part of him prayed he wasn’t hurting her, but he couldn’t get through that haze of lust.

  He was so damn horny.

  He wanted to fuck her all-night long.

  He needed this.

  He wanted her.

  Ethan, the man he was to the outside world, was back. He was taking control.

  While he’d held on through the storm, when she pinned his arms above him, it was now all about him.

  “So hot,” he muttered, as her legs wrapped around his hips. With each well-placed thrust, he drove them closer.

  “I want to feel you cum in me,” she whispered, catching him off guard.

  It was all he had to hear.

  She’d driven him past the point of return. He drove himself into her one last time, and they both…

  Went over.

  As they came, shouting each
other’s names, they tumbled into the pleasure.

  Ethan came so hard, he didn’t think he’d be able to move the rest of the night.

  He erupted, pouring into his wife.

  He was spent.

  They didn’t move for the longest time. Ethan rested on her, and his hand moved back and forth on her arm as if soothing her.

  “How’s your face?” he asked, letting the reality of what had happened come back to him.

  “You hit like a girl. You should be ashamed of yourself. Callen hits better.”

  He laughed.

  Still…

  “I’m sorry I hit you at all.”

  She ran her hands over his hair. Even damp with perspiration, it still ran like silk across her skin. She loved these moments best.

  She almost hated leaving that spot.

  Slowly, he stared into her eyes.

  “I nearly lost control.”

  “I know.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You didn’t run far, and you didn’t take it out on me. You were punishing you. Remember what you told me earlier?”

  “That if it mattered, we’d fight for it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you for fighting for me. I don’t know what this rage is that lives in me,” he admitted.

  She did part two of Callie’s plan.

  Elizabeth just listened.

  “When I think I’m better, it’s back. It catches me at the oddest moments, and it beats the hell out of me before I can get in control.”

  “It’s rage.”

  He knew it was.

  “I thought I was better.”

  She hugged him to her naked body. “You are, Ethan. You’re a million times better. You’re not taking it out on us, but why are you so mad?”

  He knew it was time.

  “I don’t want you owing anyone a favor.”

  “There’s more, isn’t there?”

  He nodded, his blue-black eyes meeting hers. “Yes, there’s so much more.”

  “What?

  “What if his favor in return is that you have to hunt Bonnie? I nearly lost you. I can’t do it.”

  She understood that fear.

  They all lived it.

  Did she have time?

  Maybe.

  Would Bonnie be her death?

  She didn’t know.

  “Callen said something when I was leaving,” she said, willing to share it with him. Ethan needed to know he wasn’t alone in this.

  They all had his back.

  “What?” Ethan asked. He was ever so grateful for his brother. He held them together when he was too weak to do the job.

  “That if I had to repay this favor, he’d be by my side. Instead of being angry, how about you take that route? Be by my side, and we’ll be okay. Nothing can break us as long as we’re together.”