Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5)))

by Kelley, Morgan

  It was making him completely crazy and out of his mind with total and complete lust. When she bit his bottom lip, he groaned and was close to just rolling over and taking her.

  Tori wanted him. It wasn’t the same in Cypress Grove. Before it was friendly, happy mating, but now it was frenetic and she needed relief from the three months of not having this man in her bed. Granted, this was probably going to blow up at the end, but she didn’t care. Right now she wanted to feel and it had to be with him.

  Even if it broke her heart again in the end, Tori wanted Julian just for the little time she had left.

  “Victoria,” he muttered, pulling the dress off her body, and taking in the sight of her just sitting on top of him in heels, panties and a bra. “Jesus,” he muttered.

  She began kissing her way across his body, first his neck and throat, taking in the delicious scent of male beneath her. Never in her life had she ever wanted anyone so bad. Julian simply called to the woman buried deep inside the soldier, the FBI agent, and the broken soul.

  Gliding further down his body, Tori found the buckle of his belt and unhooked it. Her focus was on unbuttoning his pants and sliding down the zipper. Once she achieved that goal, she planned on tasting him and enjoying the way he would beg and whispered her name.

  “God, I missed you, Tori,” he muttered as he buried his hands in her red hair. Then she found her target, and the moan was ripped from his lips. She was now driving him wildly insane.

  “Sweetheart,” he begged, as his back bowed and Julian was answered with her swallowing him with her very enthusiastic mouth. The punishing rhythm continued, as she slid him in and out of the delicious warmth of her mouth.

  Tori was working him wildly, trying to push him over the edge. She just couldn’t get enough of him, and wanted to find peace, by getting lost in his body.

  “Victoria baby, cut me a break,” he hissed, as she was driving him closer to the edge.

  She eased back a little and then decided she wanted more. Sliding off his body, she stood, slipping out of her lacy panties and then climbing back onto him.

  “If this is a really good dream, I hope I never wake up,” he said, taking in the visual of her preparing to take him. The look in her eyes was of sheer determination, and she slid him deep into her warm body, in one smooth stroke.

  “Oh fuck me!” he muttered, as she began moving roughly, taking what she wanted from him. Julian didn’t mind in the least. His hands went to her hips, and he slowed the pace, trying to find his body some relief as she rode him wildly.

  “I am,” she whispered, knowing that wasn’t what he meant, but it was still entertaining. Tori began to shake as the inevitable was about to happen.

  “I’m so close, sweetheart,” he answered, feeling his control fray, and he was blaming the excessive beer and the incredibly wild and sexy woman bouncing on top of him, still in her heels.

  At each downward stroke she ground down against him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her and him. When his fingers found the most sensitive part of her body, she shattered apart in a cataclysmic eruption. One she’d never felt before with any other man.

  “Tori,” Julian shouted, as he thrust upward, exploding deep inside her. Colors fragmented around them, as he carefully pulled her down to lay beside him.

  It took a few minutes, but finally Tori spoke. “You okay?” she asked, and then began laughing.

  “I think so, but what the hell was that?” he asked, grinning at her. That was the wildest bout of sex he’d had the pleasure of participating in ever.

  “Uh, that was sex in Tori-land,” she muttered, curling against Julian and enjoying the dissipating heat from him. It was nice to have that intimacy back.

  “The heels on was a really nice touch,” he snickered and kissed her on the top of the head.

  “Still on,” she mumbled.

  “Funny, I feel used and abused,” he added. “Did you get what you wanted out of that quickie?” inquired Julian.

  “Mmmmm hmmmm,” she answered, laughing. “I so used you to get off.” Now came more laughter at what she’d done.

  “I’m glad you find it funny,” he said, rolling with her. “Because now it’s my turn,” he stated, pinning her beneath his body.

  “Julian!” she gasped, as his hands began wandering.

  “You had your fun, Victoria, and now I plan on taking my damn time.” Julian grinned down at her, right before taking her mouth with his and this time doing it his way.

  * * *

  Jimmy pulled up to their house and hopped out, offering Mrs. Blackhawk his hand, so she wouldn’t stumble. She accepted it as she stepped from their vehicle.

  “Merry Christmas, Jimmy,” she said, handing him an envelope with a gift from them.

  “Aw, Mrs. Blackhawk you didn’t have to do that,” said the older man, blushing.

  Both men stepped out behind her.

  “We absolutely had to, Jimmy. You’re the best, and we love having you as our driver. You’re never late, always cheerful and a really sweet man,” she said, kissing him on his bald head.

  Now he really blushed.

  “See you next time,” she patted his cheek and walked towards the house.

  “Merry Christmas, Directors,” he said waving and hopping into the car. Opening the envelope, he saw the money and he wanted to cry. It was more than enough to pay for his sick wife’s medication for the next year. He loved working for them.

  This was his Christmas miracle, and he couldn’t wait to get home to tell his wife everything was going to now be okay.

  They watched him pull away. “You filled that envelope,” stated Whitefox grinning. “You are such a softie.”

  Elizabeth hung up her coat. “I heard the drivers talking in the cafeteria that his wife was sick, and they were struggling to pay for the meds to keep her alive.”

  Ethan kissed his wife. “Santa Lyzee strikes again,” he said, falling more in love with her if that was possible.

  “No one should struggle to have medicine to live, and Jimmy is a sweet old man. He deserves it, and we don’t need it.”

  Both men took her hand, as they walked towards the stairs and their bedroom.

  “Anyone want to help me out of this skirt and heels?” she asked grinning, before walking into their room.

  Both men grinned, and then they heard the telltale sound. CJ was up and needed to be fed and put back to sleep. This was the last thing either man wanted to hear as there was a very sexy woman waiting for their attention in the room.

  Callen grinned. “Go, I have CJ. Come get me when you’re done mauling our girl.”

  Ethan hugged his brother. “God bless you, Callen,” he was eternally grateful. He hadn’t touched his wife in days, and if he didn’t get in there and jump on her, he was going to be very cranky.

  “Think of it as my present to you. Hurry up, before I change my mind,” he said, laughing. Callen went down the hall and cuddled his nephew.

  “I’m a saint, CJ. Remember that.” Grabbing the bottle out of the warmer, he settled into the recliner and enjoyed the time with the little man. After a few minutes he couldn’t help but smile and treasure it. These moments were precious to him, and one day he hoped to have a baby of his own.

  Elizabeth began unzipping the skirt as Ethan ran into the room, looking for his wife. He looked frantic and she laughed. “Are you okay? Where’s Cal?” she inquired, looking over at the door.

  “Dad must be exhausted. CJ was crying and Callen is doing his feeding. I’ll get him after I maul you,” he said, laughing.

  “Did he lose the rock, paper, scissors thing?” she inquired, stepping out of the very wicked heels.

  “No, he volunteered and is giving me the best Christmas present ever. I get to jump all over my wife for the first time in five days.”

  Elizabeth started unbuttoning the red shirt, and revealed what was underneath.

  “Oh God,” muttered Blackhawk taking in the erotic lace and barely there coverage. �
��I’m glad I didn’t know that was under there,” he said, moving towards her like a starving man.

  Elizabeth loved the feel of Ethan’s hands all over her body. It was warming, exciting and made her crazy. Next to his oral skills, he had amazing fingers, and right now they were doing delicious things to her flesh.

  “Baby, you feel so good,” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her breasts. When he pulled the bra off she gasped, and it only enflamed him more. “I’ve dreamed of this every night for a week,” he said, walking her backwards to the bed, and without hesitation, Ethan attacked like a starving, ravenous beast.

  Elizabeth squirmed as he did incredibly wicked things with this mouth and teeth. “Ethan!” she gasped, as he ripped her panties down roughly.

  Ethan found his favorite treasure, and began torturing her wickedly. There was no doubt that he knew the exact way to make her beg and cry his name, and that’s what he wanted to hear.

  When his fingers began exploring and invading her body, Elizabeth was lost in absolute heaven. Apparently, he’d really missed her the last five days and was showing her all at once. When Ethan hit that one spot and pushed her directly over the edge, she nearly screamed his name.

  Enjoying how she quivered, Ethan knew the end was near, and he wanted it that much more. Once shattering, he slid back up her body, and stared down into her eyes. They were clearing, and he was desperate to feel his wife around him.

  “Ethan,” she whispered, running her fingers down his face, and she gasped suddenly at the invasion, as he slid quickly into her.

  “Sorry baby, I need you so damn bad,” he muttered, finding his pace and enjoying the silky glide and the way she met every stroke.

  Elizabeth reached up, freeing his hair, and using it to pull him down to her mouth. Kissing Ethan was amazing, and his hair cascaded through her fingers like silk and made her want him even more. “More Ethan,” she whispered against his mouth, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I want you so bad!”

  In his mind he heard himself rationalizing that on his first night back there should be gentleness and tenderness between them. Then the other little voice begged and pleaded to make it sweaty and wild.

  Damn! Which to listen to?

  Elizabeth moaned and begged for more; giving him no choice and his mind was completely made up. Tomorrow he’d do slow, now he was going with a desperate, sweaty romp.

  Digging her nails into his shoulders and breaking the kiss, Elizabeth was moving closer to another release. She stared up into his midnight blue eyes. “Ethan,” she whispered, her heart clenching in love.

  “God Lyzee,” Blackhawk muttered, feeling her tighten around him. The nails were the thing that became his downfall. As they slid down his sweat slicked skin, his own body betrayed him to her breathy gasps and moans.

  “Hurry, Ethan,” she tried holding on, feeling her entire world rotating as her husband placed her above his body. Now she stared down into his dark eyes and saw the desperation.

  “Please,” he begged as she started riding him. This had to be his favorite position in the entire world, and his wife used it to torture him.

  Elizabeth gave him what he wanted. She slowed the pace and made it a ride he’d never forget.

  “Damn it! Lyzee, come on!” Elizabeth was drawing it out and making him crazy.

  Suddenly the motion increased and she took him recklessly, enjoying the heat building in her body as he shook desperately beneath her. Everything in her begged for release, and she stared down into his handsome face. “Ready, Cowboy?” she hissed, biting her lower lip.

  “Yes,” he moaned as he arched up into her body to get deeper into the warmth.

  “Now Ethan!” and with his name, she pulled him roughly to her mouth and swallowed his moan, as he devoured her shout. They came together as Elizabeth plundered and relished the free fall.

  Blackhawk was doomed the second she kissed him, and he exploded hotly into his wife, pulling her with him. He fell into the heat, trying desperately to catch his breath.

  Slowly she slid to his side, keeping their mouths joined a little longer. Elizabeth pulled him over the top of her, holding onto one of the men she adored more than her own life. “I love you, Ethan,” she whispered, kissing his throat, and memorizing his scent.

  He stayed protectively over her “I love you, Lyzee,” he said, kissing her gently on the lips.

  “You’re going to have to tuck me in. I’m beat,” she whispered. Still neither of them moved, and now she laughed.

  “Give me a second, baby. I haven’t had sex in a week, and I’m enjoying the feel of you beneath me.”

  She snickered. “I think it has more to do with the beers you consumed and less to do with the time that went by since the last time we had sex.”

  “You’re very astute, Lyzee,” he said, grinning smugly. “Let me get you tucked in, and I’ll go find Callen or set him free if he’s struggling with CJ.”

  Elizabeth’s body was lifted into her customary position, and she sighed when the down comforter was pulled up over her cooling flesh. “This feels really nice,” she said, yawning and letting herself drift into sleep.

  Ethan took a minute to just watch his wife, as she succumbed to exhaustion. Elizabeth meant everything in the world to him, along with his son, brother and father. He’d do anything to keep them safe, and finally his wife took an assignment that in no way related to her life. It allowed him to breathe deeply.

  Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he slipped into his boxers and headed out after his brother. What the man did for him tonight wouldn’t ever be forgotten. Initially he’d always wondered if they could cohesively become one unit, or if there’d be issues between them eventually.

  So far, nothing but complete bliss.

  Sure, they argued sometimes, and had disagreements about space and bed hogging, but other than that he was very happy.

  Sneaking up to his son’s room, he peeked inside. His heart clenched in his chest. There sat his brother, reclining in the chair with his son resting peacefully in his arms. Again he felt love for the man that shared his life. Never once had he ever opted out of time with CJ, and he stood in as a surrogate parent when Ethan was unable to be home.

  Blackhawk got very lucky in life, and he knew it. Stepping into the room, he gently removed his son from his brother’s arms and cuddled him. His heart flipped as his little man sucked on his fingers and soothed himself. “Daddy loves you, CJ,” he whispered, kissing him on the chubby cheek.

  Placing him in his crib, he tucked his blanket around him and ran his fingers over his son’s silky hair. So far it was more like his than Elizabeth’s. It was poker straight and very Native.

  Ethan turned to wake his brother and shook his arm, taking the bottle from his hand. Callen jumped and looked around like he’d lost something, mainly his son. Blackhawk pointed towards the crib and then the door, signaling him to follow him back to bed.

  Out in the hallway, he couldn’t help himself, he hugged his brother tight.

  “Wow, all because I let you have sex alone tonight?” he whispered, laughing. “Well, don’t count on it happening again for a long time.”

  Ethan laughed and dropped his arm across his younger brother’s shoulders. “No, because I’m really glad you and I are brothers.”

  Whitefox understood what he meant. If he never had found out who his brother was growing up, he would have missed out on a great deal in life. Callen knew the stark truth. If it weren’t for Ethan and their grandfather, he would have been dead by now.

  “She fell asleep, so you’ll have to pounce tomorrow,” said Ethan. “I’m a little worried about her. Things feel off, and I don’t know why.”

  He shrugged. “If there was something wrong, Lyzee would just tell us. She comes out and says just about everything.” Callen patted him on the shoulder and started stripping out of his tie and shirt. “While we were away, she was under a lot of stress holding FBI West together. Now that the ‘Three Muske
teers’ are back together again, it’ll balance out.”

  Ethan new his brother would let him in on anything if he suspected an issue. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just worry about her because I can’t imagine life without her.”

  “I understand,” he said, looking at his watch. “Ethan, we better get some sleep. It’s already one in the morning, and we have work tomorrow.”

  “Come on, let’s get to bed. I really hope and pray she isn't planning on running tomorrow morning,” stated Ethan and then he paused. “Tomorrow I need to disappear for an hour and run to the jeweler and pick up her Christmas present.”

  “Can you grab mine too?” asked Callen. “I was going to get it tomorrow morning before work, and then see if Ginny would wrap it for me.”

  “You cover for me and I’ll even wrap it for you myself when I do mine.”

  Callen snickered. “Awesome.”

  Then Ethan thought about it. “If we have to run, all bets are off. You’ll have to get your own damn gift wrapped. I’ll be too tired. Normally I like a run, but not on four hours sleep and with this much beer running through my veins.”

  “Be quiet, because if she hears you, we’re going for a run just to prove how tough she is and we aren’t.”

  Wasn’t that the truth? Ethan opened the door and tiptoed in, hoping they didn’t wake her.

  Each man took his space beside her and wrapped themselves around her protectively.

  “Night Cal,” whispered Blackhawk.

  “Night Ethan.”

  Then both men slipped into sleep, enjoying the peace.

  ~ Chapter Ten ~

  Saturday Morning

  Christmas Eve

  Elizabeth woke to the sound of two men snoring. It would have made her laugh, if she wasn’t so damn exhausted. Sitting up, she looked at the alarm clock on Callen’s nightstand. It read five thirty. Weighing her options, Elizabeth decided to go downstairs, put on a pot of coffee and then gear up for a run. Instead of going outside, she opted to use the treadmill in their game room. It meant not having to put on as much running gear. Plus now she didn’t want to slip and fall, hurting herself or the baby.