“Jesus, I missed this.”
Callen was in control, and he grabbed a handful of his wife’s hair, and drove her further down his brother’s erection.
Ethan fought not to move, but it wasn’t easy.
When Callen set her free, she slid Ethan’s dick out of her mouth.
“Next,” he said, pulling her over his lap and to his erection.
Ethan stared at her ass.
It was so…right there—as if begging him to touch and do so many wicked things with it.
“Do it!” Callen said, glancing over at his brother. “You want to do it, so take the chance,” he muttered, as his wife was blowing him.
Ethan did want to do it.
He wanted to be free, happy, and more like Callen. Blackhawk was tired of living inside the lines when it came to every aspect of his existence.
He wanted that walk on the wild side with the ones he loved.
Blackhawk took the chance.
His hand crashed down across her ass, and all three of them moaned.
Ethan because she was rubbing wantonly across his dick.
Callen because she was blowing him like it was his last day on Earth.
And Elizabeth, who just wanted both of these men more than she wanted to breathe. Her life was coming back together. Ethan had changed, and she could be happy again.
When his hand landed there again, leaving one hell of a red print, Callen pushed her off him.
“Back to Ethan!” he ordered.
She listened because in that moment, she didn’t want to think. Elizabeth wanted to feel, and they were giving her that. This was one of the reasons she loved sex with Callen.
She could be on autopilot while he thought it out.
It was peaceful.
Listening to Callen, she took Ethan’s erection in her hand and stroked him—all the while staring into his face.
It was mired with so much need and pleasure.
He wanted her more than ever. No woman could do this for him.
None.
“I’ve missed you, Director Blackhawk,” she stated in her innocent voice.
It made him crazy.
“Jesus, Elizabeth,” he whispered, his throat suddenly parched and like dust. She stole his breath and now his ability to speak.
“What would you like?” she asked, licking the tip of his erection.
What wouldn’t he like? That was a better question.
“I want it all.”
She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick.
“Show me how much you’ve missed me,” he ordered.
She did.
As Ethan was being destroyed inch by delicious inch, he reached for Callen’s hand beside him.
They linked fingers and watched as their wife did her worst.
Or best.
“More,” Callen said. “Make him feel.”
She obeyed.
When he was right on the edge, Ethan’s chest began struggling to get air, as he fought not to cum.
He wasn’t ready.
He wanted more.
“I can’t,” he muttered.
Callen took over.
“My turn,” he directed, pulling her mouth back to his erection. He worked her head up and down, offering no reprieve. It was brutal, as he fucked her face.
For all those weeks, Callen had put the roughness away, and it was back once more.
He shoved her down his erection, and she began to choke. Instead of letting her move, he held her there.
She struggled.
She fought.
It turned them all on even more.
“I need her,” Ethan admitted. “I need her riding me.”
Callen understood. He wanted something completely different.
Pushing her head away from his erection, he pointed. “Saddle up. It’s time you welcomed us both home.”
Elizabeth climbed onto Ethan’s lap, and it was hard not to notice his dick.
It was rock hard.
Ethan touched her face, forcing her to stare into his eyes. He needed that connection.
“This is why I can’t be with anyone else,” he said.
“The sex?” she asked, sliding him home.
“No, because you’re a sorceress and have stolen my heart and soul,” he admitted. “I was lost to anyone but you the second we made love.”
Those words touched her heart.
In fact, it helped heal it.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, as he began pulling her down again and again.
Callen wanted her even more—if that was possible.
He wanted to feel his wife tightening down on his body, too, as she made those breathy sounds he loved.
He made his decision.
Callen was getting in on this action.
He could see her pale white ass with the red handprints from his brother.
He wanted her.
He wanted that.
Standing, his brother already knew what was coming. Ethan moved to lie flat on the couch as Callen got into position behind Elizabeth.
He spit onto his hand, stroked himself, and then nudged her.
“Yes! God! Yes! I want to feel you both taking me,” she said, staring down into Ethan’s eyes. “I’ve missed this too.”
Callen took that as his cue to drive himself deep into her ass, burying himself to the hilt.
Elizabeth screamed as she came.
Both men didn’t move. They gave her a second to adjust. As soon as she was ready, they were too.
The fun began.
They couldn’t stop.
There was too much riding on it. They wanted to feel, and they wanted this to mark them coming back together as one.
Callen took his brother’s hand in his, and with his free hand, Elizabeth’s waist.
Then he began setting the pace.
Ethan didn’t even have to move. Callen’s driving thrusts moved Elizabeth up and down his erection as he tried to hang in there.
He moaned with each stroke.
“Don’t cum!” Callen ordered.
Well, that wasn’t easy. There was a sexy, naked woman bouncing on top of him. Ethan was struggling to hold on to that moment.
“Baby,” he moaned, as he stared up at her.
Elizabeth missed hearing her name on his lips, and the way this felt. This was what she loved most in life.
Them.
Between her two men, she felt safe, warm, protected, and loved. As Callen used her and Ethan enjoyed her, Elizabeth got ready to fall all over again.
“I’m going to…”
Ethan’s moan cut her off.
He couldn’t hold on any more. He exploded, forcing Elizabeth to tumble with him.
It was Callen’s ride, and he didn’t give up. As his wife writhed in pleasure beneath him, he watched himself slide deeper and deeper into her body.
He needed something more.
Then, he got it.
When her nails buried themselves in his thigh, Callen lost the fight.
He came too.
Then they all stayed there, Ethan holding the two people he loved, Elizabeth sandwiched between them, and Callen keeping them warm with his bulk.
“I love my life,” she stated. “I feel a million times better,” she admitted.
They did too.
“I think we’re back,” Callen said. Then he added, “Ethan, I think I drooled on your arm.”
He laughed. “That’s the least of my concerns when it comes to wetness,” he stated. “These pants are shot. The man on the bottom always gets the messiest.”
Yeah, that was the truth, and they both loved every damn second of it.
That was the coveted spot.
Elizabeth snorted. “Yeah, well, it’s not like you don’t have forty more pairs that look just like them.”
She had a point.
When she shivered as her body tried to adjust to the cold air in the room, both men ran their hands over her.
“Ch
illy?” Callen asked.
“Yeah, a little. We should have killed the AC before getting naked.” Before, she’d had plans to stay just like this for hours. An Elizabeth sandwich was always the best.
Callen got off her body and grabbed his shirt from the floor. “Put this on,” he stated. “You have goose bumps.”
She managed to push herself off Ethan, and he was right. He was a mess.
“Thanks, Callen. It smells like you,” she offered, sniffing the collar.
He liked when she wore his things.
“Want me to help you into bed?” he asked.
He wiggled his eyebrows.
She laughed.
“No, I’m going to put britches on. You two pervs might try to have your wicked way with me while I sleep.”
As she headed into the other room, the two pervs in question were indeed checking out the flashes of her ass.
Sue them.
That’s how they rolled.
“You’d better get cleaned up,” Callen said, offering his brother a hand.
Ethan laughed as Callen pulled him to his feet. “Do you think?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
Ethan stripped out of his ruined pants.
“I can wait up,” Callen stated. He’d missed seeing his brother, and he’d also missed the time they’d spent together. When they’d been forced to leave him behind, it had sucked.
“I love you, Callen.”
It was out of the blue.
“I love you, too, Ethan. I always will, but if you think you’re going to hug me now…”
It made him laugh.
“I think I can refrain until later.”
On second thought…
Callen didn’t care. He hugged him.
“I’m glad you figured this out. I was rooting for you the entire time,” he admitted.
“I only made it back because of you two. I only survived this downward spiral because of our love.”
Yeah, love was a powerful thing.
“I’m going to shower. Why don’t you to get to bed without me? I’ll be right in,” he offered.
Callen could do that.
“Are you coming?” Elizabeth called from the bedroom doorway.
“Soon, baby. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I can’t wait to sleep beside you both.”
She smiled at him.
It felt amazing to have him back. Ethan was whole again, and they were on their way back to being a strong unit.
“Okay, handsome. Don’t be late,” she said, heading into the bedroom with Callen.
Ethan moved around the room, cleaning up after them. He hopped into the shower and couldn’t help but smile. He was really happy, and nothing in the world was going to bring him down.
After finishing up, he went to grab his gun to put next to their bed when there was a soft knock on the door.
Ethan peeked out the hole and saw Chris standing there. He was a rumpled mess, and he looked like hell.
That wasn’t the norm.
If you looked up fastidious in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Doctor Leonard.
Ethan opened it and stood there in his boxers.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked.
Chris wasn’t sure.
He’d had a nightmare. It had rattled him to his core, and it was making it hard to sleep. He knew he needed to get some shut eye in, and he also knew that when he had nightmares, he needed her.
He needed his sister.
“This is going to be pushing my luck,” Chris said, as Ethan invited him in.
“What?”
“I just woke up from a dream where Cyra was telling me I was going to burn in Hell for hurting her brother.”
“Oh, that’s rough.”
He ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, it really is. I was wondering…?”
“Need to crash here with us?” Ethan asked.
“Can I? I know you have a second room. I won’t interrupt if you three are…you know. I can wear earbuds to not hear anything.”
He smiled and patted him on the back.
“We’re done doing…you know,” he teased.
Chris was actually shaking. Ethan could see it, and his heart went out to the man. “You know what?” I actually have some reports to work on before I can sleep. Why don’t you go hop in bed with Elizabeth and Callen?”
Chris stared at him.
“Are you feeling well? I could have sworn you just told me to get into bed with your wife and brother.”
He laughed. “I did. She’s dressed, he isn’t. This is my way to have a little chuckle in the morning. I can catch some z’s in the spare. I don’t mind.”
“Why?” Chris asked.
“Well, because I was a douchebag, and because I was just making love to my woman and realized something.”
“What?”
“I own her heart. She’d never be able to cheat on me. I mean other than sex with Callen. She’d never stray. I’m a lucky man.”
Yeah, and Chris needed some of that luck. He needed his sister, and Ethan would swallow that.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Stay dressed, keep your dick in your pants, and we’re good.”
He stared at him.
“What?” Ethan asked, laughing. “I think those are pretty good rules. They shouldn’t be hard to follow.”
Chris hugged him.
The tears came. Chris couldn’t hold them back. He began weeping a torrent of pain.
Ethan held him, standing in for his wife.
“I did this, Ethan. I caused all of this.”
Blackhawk stroked his back reassuringly. “You did not. You didn’t do this, Chris.”
He wept more.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Chris. This is NOT your fault. This is on Bonnie. You didn’t kill Cannon any more than Elizabeth was responsible for Cyra’s death.”
He knew, but he needed to hear that. He also needed to feel safe, and he did with Ethan and Callen. He’d always felt like he belonged, even when people said it was odd. Yes, they were a couple, and he was the fourth wheel, but he needed that sense of protection.
Life had sucked.
“Thank you,” he said, as Ethan patted him on the back. Chris could smell Elizabeth on him, and it gave him some peace. “I appreciate this. I’m a mess.”
He understood.
“Go to bed. I’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Ethan.”
He watched the man head into the room, and he waited a few minutes until he settled in. When he looked in after him, Chris was facing Elizabeth, Callen was spooning her, and all three people were at peace.
And he was too.
He’d take this one for the team for someone his wife loved and who needed it. There was no doubt in his mind that Chris needed their company more than he did.
There would be plenty more nights where they cuddled in bed as a couple.
Chris didn’t have that.
Besides, it wasn’t like he’d gotten a lot of sleep the last few weeks.
What was one more night in the grand scheme?
Exactly.
Climbing into the spare bed, Ethan checked his new phone, and read over some emails.
That’s when he found the one that caught his attention. It was tagged from Gabe.
And it was marked URGENT. They had been too busy having sex to hear it come in.
Ethan scanned it, and watched the attached videos. What he saw pissed him off and scared him shitless.
It was starting.
The game was about to get ugly.
He could feel it.
In the morning, he’d have to handle that.
It looked like they were leaving Damascus. He made the plans, alerted the jet, and then caught a few hours of sleep.
They had a crazy to catch.
Again.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Washington DC
Victim Two’s Home
It was be
yond easy to get into the elderly woman’s home. There was a key under the mat right by the door. She left it there for when she forgot hers, or when she had her nurse come to help her during the week.
It made their lives easier to access her quiet home. That was one of the reasons they chose her. She wasn’t worried about the world coming after her.
She was crazy like that.
Bonnie and Lizzie didn’t mind going after her. She’d be the perfect victim. For months, they’d studied their prey. They knew she’d be alone until morning.
She always was.
No one would miss her until the morning mass at seven.
It would work out perfectly, and they knew it.
Their second victim was almost theirs. All they had to do was subdue the old bat.
Once inside, they silently scoffed at the interior decoration. There were statues of Jesus, Mary, and a cornucopia of all kinds of saints.
It was funny.
At least to them. They knew what was coming, and Jesus couldn’t save her.
Creeping upstairs into the woman’s home, they headed for the room where she was sleeping.
Pushing open the door, they stood over her bed.
“Oh, Margaret, it’s time to get up,” Bonnie stated. When the nun opened her eyes, she was startled.
“What are you doing here?” she asked them, her eyes lingering on Lizzie and her ax.
“We’ve sinned, and we need forgiveness,” Bonnie said, smiling. “Can you help us?”
“Jesus died for your sins,” she said, trying not to panic. Her heart was racing, and she silently began praying for her soul.
“You’re going to die for Elizabeth LaRue’s sins,” Lizzie said, right before she hit her in the head with the blunt part of the ax.
The nun went out.
“Like that?” she asked Bonnie. “Was that better? She’s not dead, is she?” she asked.
Bonnie touched her throat.
“No, she’s still alive. You did it right this time.”
Lizzie was thrilled.
“Let’s take her downstairs and get ready to play. I have the scene to set. I know what will horrify her,” Bonnie stated.
Lizzie was dying to partake in this little bloodbath. She hated nuns. They were always mean and creepy.
“I can’t wait to watch you make her suffer. She deserves it too.”
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