Dawn of Evil_FBI Flashback

by Morgan Kelley

  “There has never been a moment where I was gladder to be me.”

  She winked at him.

  “Then show me what you have, sexy.”

  He nudged her with his erection, and that wet, delicious heat called to him.

  Chris ran his fingers over the wetness, and then, he tugged the thong to the side.

  His dick throbbed.

  Jesus.

  He was so close to losing control.

  “I want you in me.”

  Her words drove up the temperature in the room.

  Slowly, inch by inch, he slid into Elizabeth’s body. When he was completely sheathed, he enjoyed the view.

  With a bump from his body, she moved off his erection, sliding him out of her body, and then back again. He only had to stay there on his knees, as she did all the work.

  He watched her ass.

  The curve of her breast.

  The way his dick disappeared into her body.

  It was maddening.

  “I am not going to last long this way,” he said, staring down.

  “Then cum, and cum again,” she teased.

  He held onto her hips, as she bounced against his groin. Then he wanted something else. Chris pulled her up to her knees and kept pumping himself into her body.

  His hands wandered.

  One found her breasts, and the other found her clit.

  She moaned as he worked her, teasing her neck too.

  “Oh, Christopher,” she whispered, as he filled her over and over again.

  He held on, refusing to fall. Chris wanted them to take that sexy tumble together.

  Always.

  As he worked himself in and out of her body, her ear was by his mouth.

  “I’ll protect you forever,” he vowed, as her body shook. “You’re mine. You will always be my better half.”

  Elizabeth quaked as he worked her clit with his fingers. As she felt the world break apart, Chris was right behind her.

  He shouted her name, as he drove roughly up, and into her body two last times. On that second slide, he broke apart, exploding in her.

  They both tumbled to the bed, Chris landing beside her, still buried in her.

  Their breathing slowed.

  “I have to be the luckiest man that ever walked the earth,” he stated. “My girlfriend is hot.”

  She snorted.

  “Well, my boyfriend is pretty damn sexy—even all dinged up.”

  “For sex like this, I’ll let someone kick me around every day,” he teased.

  Elizabeth rolled over, and she rested against his body. As she nuzzled his chest, Chris was at peace.

  “You have to be safe for me,” he whispered.

  Elizabeth ran her fingers over his abs.

  “I need you to be safe too.”

  “I just got you,” he said. “There’s no way I can imagine not having my best friend in my life. You mean everything to me, Elizabeth.”

  She kissed him.

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Promise?”

  His body reacted to the kiss she gave him. He could take one more round with his sexy girl.

  “I do have bad news.”

  “What?”

  “We need to get Tony to bunk here. He’s getting the couch.”

  He sighed.

  “I’m done for the night, aren’t I?”

  She grinned.

  “No. You just have to be really, really quiet.”

  That intrigued him. Sex with someone in the next room…well, that got him hard all over again.

  “I will be partaking in that offer, so be ready.”

  “Let’s call him, and hopefully, he doesn’t get the wrong idea.”

  Chris laughed.

  “It’s Tony. What could he possibly think is going on?”

  She found that amusing as hell.

  “Twenty bucks says he says the words, ‘orgy’, ‘threesome’, or compares it to the Greeks to give us some anthropological history lesson.”

  He grinned like a lunatic.

  “No bet. It’s Tony. If he doesn’t say one of those things, you need to have a psych evaluation.”

  Yeah, she was aware.

  And now they needed him to be safe too.

  For their friendship and family.

  They had to do what they had to do.

  When he got the call, he headed to their room without even hesitating. Besides, he missed his best buddy and sitting in a hotel room alone sucked.

  At the door, he knocked and headed in when Chris opened for him.

  He noticed his split lip and beginning to blacken eyes.

  “Jesus! What happened to your face? Did you piss Elizabeth off and did she finally kick your ass?”

  He wished that was his problem, and not some over the top mob man who wanted his girl for his own.

  The mere idea that O’Banion had planned to take and rape her pissed him off.

  Chris quickly told him everything that had happened, and his face said it all.

  He was shocked too.

  “Is backup coming out to keep you guys safe?” he asked. “I hope you two aren’t going to handle this alone.”

  “Yeah, they are coming in the morning, but we wanted to make sure we were all safe. The techs are already doubled up and locked down.”

  They couldn’t risk leaving Tony alone.

  “Where’s Lyzee?” he asked.

  “Honey! Our company has arrived.”

  Elizabeth headed out of the bedroom in Chris’s shirt and nothing else he could see. It hung on her legs, leaving the rest up to his imagination.

  Her hair was mussed up, and she still had makeup on.

  “Jesus. You made a sexy clone of her.”

  She snorted.

  Tony dropped his bag and his mouth actually hung open. This was NOT how he was accustomed to seeing Elizabeth LaRue. In fact, he never thought he’d ever see her this way.

  Screw it.

  He never thought Chris would either.

  “You are the luckiest man in the world,” he said, as she headed his way.

  When she hugged him, he stared at his friend in shock. Not only was she dressed in his best buddy’s dress shirt, but she was being…normal.

  Like an actual girl.

  “What the hell is this? You’ve found a version of Elizabeth that looks like a sex kitten but was declawed.”

  She punched him in the gut.

  He sucked in a breath.

  “I was wrong. She’s just as mean. Maybe worse.”

  Chris held her against his body, and she easily wrapped her arm around his waist.

  “Sorry to interrupt your evening, Tony, but we have to stay in until backup gets here,” she stated.

  He grinned.

  “Oh boy,” Chris muttered.

  “Whatever will we do?” he asked, tapping his fingers together.

  “Wait for it…”

  “An orgy perhaps?”

  Elizabeth actually laughed.

  “Well, he’s predictable if anything.”

  Chris shook his head.

  “Maybe we should talk about the game plan?” he offered, trying to keep Tony from saying anything stupid. Elizabeth would hurt him.

  “It’s simple. You two are going to be escorted to the morgue tomorrow, and you’ll be staying in it until I pick you up.”

  Chris stared at her.

  “Elizabeth.”

  She touched him on the cheek and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. There was so much love there that even Tony could see it. They were totally different outside the job.

  Here…they were a normal couple.

  “I need you to be safe. I have to be out there, and if I have to worry, I’m not going to be focused.”

  He gave in.

  Chris didn’t want her hurt.

  “Okay, sweetheart. I can do that for you.”

  “Holy shit,” Tony stated. “I feel like I’ve fallen into some weird realm. She’s being nice, and you’re all
puppy dog eyes as she struts around in your shirt. This has to be some parallel universe.”

  She ignored him.

  Elizabeth was trying to learn how to be a good partner and not a gun-toting one. She’d never had a successful relationship, and there was so much riding on this one.

  They were friends beneath it all.

  Now they were lovers.

  Chris mattered to her, so she would give him her all.

  “What do you have to do tomorrow, other than avoiding a mob guy to find a serial killer?” Chris asked.

  “I have to visit a hooker tomorrow. Our one suspect was allegedly busy getting his sex on during the time of her death. He was playing rough.”

  Chris lifted a brow.

  “As in…whips and chains rough?”

  “I am going to find out.”

  Tony was laughing. They both knew what he was thinking. It was clearly written all over his face.

  “If he says anything raunchy, you get to hit him,” Chris stated.

  “HEY! There was a time you’d raunch it up with me. Now you’re being the ‘good’ one. How disappointing.”

  Well, she wasn’t going to be the good one…

  “I’ll bring you home some leather, Christopher,” she teased.

  “Please tell me you’ll wear it in bed,” he said, trying to exacerbate his friend and the situation. He didn’t really need leather or want it, but Tony didn’t need to know that. He liked his sex straight and with his girl next door.

  Tony stared.

  “You two are yanking my chain. Chris is a straight arrow. He couldn’t even go there if he tried. The only leather he owns or will ever own is driving gloves.”

  “Kinky,” she teased.

  Chris laughed. “Maybe.”

  “My two best friends are doing it, and I feel left out. Anthropologically speaking...”

  She lifted her fist.

  “OKAY! OKAY! STOP!”

  Elizabeth set Chris free, headed to the door, and secured the lock for the night.

  “We should get some sleep.”

  Tony began grinning.

  “You get the couch. We get the bed.”

  He sighed.

  “The story of my life.”

  Chris patted him on the back. “If you need us, don’t come in and get us. Really.”

  Tony stared at him.

  It finally hit him what they might be doing in a bedroom while he was out on a cold, lonely couch.

  “You wouldn’t have sex while I’m out here, would you? That would be mean, horrible, and break all rules of friendship. You wouldn't do that to me, Chris!”

  The man laughed and followed his girlfriend into the bedroom, and he was man enough to admit he was checking out the occasional peek of panty-clad cheek.

  He was even whistling a tune.

  “Chris! You’re a horrible best friend!”

  Then, he winked and closed the door.

  “I hate you!” Tony shouted. “And your sexy girlfriend sucks!”

  “I sure do!” she shouted back.

  Tony flopped down on the couch. It was so unfair. Two people in their friendship threesome were having a relationship. Now he needed one.

  Nah.

  That was going too far.

  “GOODNIGHT!” he shouted.

  There was no reply, and for once, he didn’t want to know why.

  Inside the room, Elizabeth climbed into bed, still wearing his pricey dress shirt.

  Chris joined her.

  She moved into his body, twining herself practically around him before she began whispering sexy things in his ear.

  Immediately, his body reacted.

  How could it not?

  His girlfriend was hot, and she was always into sex—with him. In his book, this was practically the pinnacle of his life, and wouldn’t get any better.

  “Sweet dreams, Christopher,” she teased, tugging on his ear with her teeth.

  Oh, he was definitely going to have them in a little while. After all, she’d promised him some hero worship.

  All.

  Night.

  Long.

  * * * E l i z a b e t h L a R u e * * *

  He watched her in her bedroom, as he hid outside her home. He’d picked her because she piqued his interest, and he’d been right.

  She was worth it.

  As she brushed her hair, sitting at her dressing table, he couldn’t help but get excited.

  She was going to get him off, and he couldn’t wait. When he saw her, he knew she was the next one.

  Now all he had to do was wait for her to shut off her light and climb into her bed.

  Then he’d make a delivery.

  Himself.

  She got herself ready, stripping down to sleep in the nude, and he watched every move she made.

  From the lotion that she rubbed onto her body, to the way she lovingly prepped for sleep.

  Each act made him more and more crazed and wild with need. She was going to be perfect—once he found his way into her body.

  Pulling out his already erect dick, he slipped on the condom and tossed the wrapper. He was ready, and it was only a matter of time.

  As the lights went out, he patiently waited, fantasizing over what it was going to be like when he took her.

  Enough time had passed, and he knew he needed to do this now or risk getting caught. After all, he wanted to take his time with her.

  He headed toward her home, checking all the windows and doors. He found one window open, letting in the cool night breeze, so he popped the screen and opened it up.

  Once inside, he headed toward her bedroom, where he could hear her breathing.

  In the moonlight, he saw her, and he was giddy with the prospect of taking this one.

  She came across as shy, but he wasn’t buying it. He knew what she was really like, and he was going to prove it. She’d like what he did to her, and she’d never forget his touch.

  As she slept on her back, he pulled the cord from his pocket and got ready to take her. As she moved her arm, he moved so fast, she gasped with shock. The cord wrapped itself around her neck, and he began to squeeze.

  He could smell the blood as it cut into her soft, petal smooth skin.

  She kicked.

  She flailed.

  She finally stopped moving.

  When he stared down at her, she was twitching, but her chest wasn’t moving.

  He listened to her chest, and he couldn’t hear the telltale thumping of her heart.

  It was silent.

  Finally.

  She was dead.

  Now it was time to have some fun. He’d been waiting patiently, and because of that, he was going to enjoy this even more.

  She was his.

  Finally, she was his.

  He pulled out his dick and stroked himself. He was so hard it was painful.

  Yet, that was nothing compared to what was coming for her. If she were alive, the pain would be more than anyone could handle.

  The rape would damage her.

  That’s how he liked it.

  Sliding into her body, he began his assault on her. He called her every name in the book, and then some. With each one, his body got closer to the edge.

  Then he bit her on the neck, tasting her blood, as he came.

  He shook until he was spent.

  How he’d love to curl up beside her and sleep for a while until he was hard again, but he couldn’t.

  It was time to leave.

  As she’d stared up at him as he stole her life, she knew him, and he knew her.

  That intimacy was his.

  Forever.

  Chapter Twelve

  Saturday Morning

  Six A.M.

  W hen their alarms sounded, they were out of bed and beginning their days. Tony headed back to his room to grab a shower since two was company and three was a crowd. He tried to get details out of Chris, but the man was silent.

  His best friend wasn’t talking.

&nbs
p; Damn him!

  After he left, Chris stood in their hotel bathroom shaving. He saw Elizabeth stretching and heading his way. She was barefoot, in her panties, and his shirt was open on her body.

  All he saw was breasts, sexy body, and he began laughing at the whole thing.

  He was a geek, and she was the prize girl every guy wanted but knew there was no way he was going to get her. Maybe the good guys did win in the end.

  She slid her hands across his body and around his waist until her arms were wrapped around his torso. Leaving a kiss on his shoulder, she stared at him in the mirror.

  “Morning, Doctor Sexy.”

  He laughed. “You really must love me.”

  “I do.”

  “Thank God,” he said, going to finish the last few strokes of shaving.

  “You missed a spot,” she said.

  “Where?” he asked.

  Elizabeth took the razor and moved around to the front of him. Chris grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter.

  He stood between her legs as she finished up for him.

  “This is really nice. Today may be my best day ever. I won’t forget it.”

  “You said that after we decided to become a couple,” she teased, gently running the razor across his throat. “You said that before our date.”

  “They keep getting better,” he said, lifting his head for her, so she could get his throat.

  She was glad.

  Her days were too.

  Come to think of it, waking up with him was perfect. She was calm, relaxed, and satiated from a few rounds of sex. Who knew that the way to calm the Lyzee beast was to give her a bedmate?

  Then it hit her.

  She’d told him that she wouldn’t move out of her place and that he could only stay a few nights.

  That had been shitty on her behalf.

  Crap.

  If he said that to her, that would have really hurt her, and yet he let it go.

  For her.

  “About last night,” she said.

  He stared into her eyes.

  “Yes?”

  “I’ll move in with you fulltime. You don’t have to stay a night or two. I want us to have something special, and that means giving you all I have. Living with you is really all I can give you.”

  He lifted her chin.

  “Honey, you give me lots. You kicked two mob guys’ asses for me. That’s the gift that keeps on giving.”