And fast.
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When she exited the bathroom, Elizabeth was completely relaxed. She fully expected the men to be in bed asleep, but that wasn’t the case.
When she exited the room, she found it awash in candles—much like Callen had tried earlier in the week.
There were rose petals all over, and from the living room, she could hear soft music playing.
When she headed out, there were her men, and they were waiting for her. There was wine and two sexy Natives.
She was beginning to believe she was still in the tub and clearly asleep. What had gone on here?
“Hey, baby,” Ethan said, holding out his hand. When she took it, he pulled her into his body and gave her a kiss. The second their lips touched, he began dancing slowly with her.
Her brain melted.
When he pulled his mouth away, he grinned down at her. “I’ve missed dancing with you. I’ve missed holding you in my arms. It feels like forever since I’ve done this.”
His mouth moved across her throat as he dipped her really low. She knew how silly she must look wearing one of their t-shirts and bare foot.
“I love you more than anything in this world.”
When he spun her out, she didn’t think he was going to let go, but he did. Elizabeth tumbled right toward Callen. When he scooped her up in his arms, he danced with her too, but he held her to his body as if she was precious and fragile.
It made her heart skip.
The men in her life undid her in so many ways.
“Callen.”
He shushed her by gently kissing her. His lips moved across hers as he plumbed the depths of her mouth. There was love, heat, and sweetness there.
There was nothing but absolute adoration for their woman. When he finished the kiss, he stared down into her eyes. “I have never loved anyone like I love you. You’re everything to me, and I won’t ever forget the second we met. You captivated me then and now.”
Her heart skipped.
Gently, Callen lowered her to her feet.
“What is all this?” she asked. “Is it my birthday? Anniversary? Apocalypse?”
That said it all.
Both men felt horrible. Over the last four months, their lives were chaotic. New homes, new jobs, and a faster paced life had left something in the dust.
The art of seducing their wife.
Well, tonight, they were going to do it.
Ethan moved toward her, and when he reached her side, he ran his fingers down her cheek. “I’m sorry I’ve neglected this part of us. I’m sorry that I’ve taken you roughly, in lust, but forgot that this part of us needs to be fostered too.”
Callen moved toward her, caging her body between theirs. “I’m sorry that we take everything you do for granted. When we get home, we each want a date night with you.”
“Ethan, Callen,” she began, only to have Callen’s large hands slide up her legs and to her torso. When he stroked her flesh, she leaned against him.
Okay, maybe she did want this too. Maybe fast, hot, and fiery wasn’t the only way with them. There was always this too, and she did miss it.
“This is about you, not us,” Ethan whispered, tugging the t-shirt from her body. When she was bare between them, simply a pair of panties covering her, the men wanted to make this moment last forever.
They wanted her never to forget.
Moving toward the couch, Callen took the bottom. He sat, pulling the woman he loved into his lap. As she sat there, his hands tore down all her barriers.
He stroked.
Touched.
Kissed.
He didn’t stop until she was moaning against him.
When Ethan dropped to his knees before her, he was dying to touch his wife. Instead of roughness, he slowly slid the panties down her legs. Far too often lately, they’d simply ripped them off, pin her down, and take her.
Not tonight.
Tonight, they were going to make love to every inch of her body.
Pulling off his tie, Ethan handed it to Callen. Gently, he tied it around her eyes.
She didn’t stop him, and she didn’t speak. She wanted to feel this. Elizabeth thought back to the first time they had been together.
It was her favorite memory.
“I want to give you my heart,” Ethan offered, lowering his mouth to the junction between her legs. With a flick of his tongue, Elizabeth shook.
It probably had something to do with the way Callen was stroking her flesh, teasing her breasts, and whispering seductively in her ear.
“More?” Callen asked. “Do you want it all?”
“Yes, please.”
Ethan dove in, driving her wild with his mouth. He could dine on his wife for hours and never get bored.
Hell!
He’d rather die just like this than any other way. Here was his perfect moment. As he nipped her, she tried to close her legs.
Only Callen wouldn’t let her.
She was bared to them, and tonight she’d feel everything they felt for her. Too often, they took.
Tonight, they’d give.
As Ethan’s mouth drove her wild, Callen turned her head to devour her heated moans. It was driving both men wild, and she didn’t even have to try.
They simply wanted her that much.
As Ethan pushed her toward the edge, she couldn’t see, only feel. It was maddening, and she wanted to explode.
“Angel,” Callen whispered, biting her lower lip when she was shaking. It pushed her off the edge, and Elizabeth came hard.
Ethan pulled away, wanting to hold her in his arms. As she rode the storm, he scooped their blindfolded woman up.
They switched places.
Elizabeth knew who was beneath her. Both men’s bodies were similar, but they felt differently pressed to hers. Callen’s belt buckle was gone, and in its place was Ethan’s pricy clothes.
“Lyzee,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you so much,” Ethan admitted. “You’re my moon and stars.”
His hands touched, stroked, and teased. When she turned her head toward him, they sank into a heated kiss.
She moaned again as Callen traced the wetness between her legs with his finger.
When she arched toward him, her silent signal that she needed his touch, he gave her what she wanted.
Only it was slow.
She wasn’t expecting it.
Callen was her wild fire, and now he was barely burning. His tongue slowly lapped across that sensitive part of her body, swirling, teasing, and promising so much more.
She moaned into the kiss as the other man tormented her to the edge of control.
When her hand found Callen’s hair, she tugged, silently begging for a wilder ride.
She was denied.
This slow seduction was what they wanted to share—that overwhelming need for her that grew in their bodies at her slightest touch and scent.
As he flicked his tongue over her clit, she shattered apart, Ethan swallowing her long moan of pleasure.
Before she knew it, the world shifted, and she was being carried in someone’s arms. It smelled like Callen, and the tickle of his hair gave him away.
Then there was the softness of the bed beneath her.
The sound of men stripping down.
Finally, their hands were back, and they were exploring.
“What do you want?” Ethan whispered, running his hand down her hip. With fingers, he found her again and began teasing her.
“I want to see you both. I want to show you what I think of when I picture love. It’s a two way street.”
They would give her anything she wanted.
Ethan tugged off the blindfold. When he did, Elizabeth held out her hand to Callen. He moved onto the bed and laid down.
“I want to ride you,” she whispered, straddling his hips.
He didn’t hesitate.
When she slid him home, he was already heated and ready. Spendin
g twenty minutes touching Elizabeth was tough on the body. When she started moving, he stared up at her.
Then she pulled him up until he was sitting and they were torso to torso.
His heart kicked in his chest.
He recalled this feeling, this look on her face, and the moment in another B&B miles away.
This was the feeling that started it all.
This was the first time he was permitted to feel his love for her. Elizabeth was giving him a reenactment of the first time they had made love.
As she rode, she stared into his eyes and knew when he’d figured it out. “It started then, and it’ll go on forever, Callen James. You were my love that night, and you’re even more so today. That day is my favorite romantic memory.”
His body ached for release. “Lyzee,” he whispered, “my lovely wife.”
She rode him harder, and Callen struggled to breathe. The woman they had tried to overwhelm with romance was giving it back.
They were the ones getting the gift.
It was priceless.
He moaned, his whole body aching to release.
“Oh, beautiful,” he whispered.
She pushed him over the edge. When he exploded in her body, she fell with him. Callen rested his face on her breast.
“I love you, Callen James.”
His heart kicked in his chest. “I love you, Elizabeth.”
After her breath was finally caught, she glanced over at Ethan. “I want to remember our first time too,” she offered, reaching out to touch the raven tattoo.
His heart stuttered in his chest at her light caress.
It always would.
“You were worried I wouldn’t see the real you, and the entire time I didn’t. I was so blinded by love. Now I see you, Ethan. You’re an amazing gift.”
His heart kicked as she traced the Raven on his chest. It reminded him of their first time. She was giving them each a gift. While they started this journey without Callen, they were now sharing it.
She mimicked everything.
It was burned into her mind.
His body felt the same, and the scars from a crazy fell away. He was five years younger, he was a Special Agent, and he was vulnerable.
Just like he was now.
Running her mouth over his body, he moaned in pleasure. As Callen watched it unfold, even his eyes were filled with love. He’d missed this, but they were sharing.
It was binding them closer.
“Lyzee,” Ethan whispered.
She straddled his hips too, and when she slid him home, he shook. Her mouth moved to the tattoos across his body. “They were sexy then, and now…I don’t have the words.”
He shook.
She didn’t move.
“I see you, Ethan Blackhawk, and you’re an amazing man. There could never be another you.”
Elizabeth began moving.
They fell into it.
As she rode him, taking him to the top of the cliff, he fought to hold on. That one night with her had healed him. It put them on this road, and he loved that memory.
Until now, it had been tucked away.
Here it deserved to be shared with the other person in their union. It was only fair.
As Elizabeth rode, Ethan sat up. Her hands found his hair, and she kissed him. When fighting the orgasm was too much, he opted to fall with her. She was tightening down on his body, and the wet warmth was begging him to fall.
So, he let his woman take him over.
As they fell together, Callen moved closer, and Elizabeth remained over Ethan’s body. Callen was pressed to them both.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I will never love anyone more than you both,” Callen promised.
Ethan felt the same. “I’d die for both of you, and my heart is full now that I have you both.”
The men relaxed as Callen pulled the comforter over them. In that moment, they thought about what they’d found, what they’d built, and what they had.
And it was beautiful.
It was theirs.
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When he brought her back to his cabin, he’d catered to her the best he could. Making Merry dinner, he fed her soul, offered her kisses and tenderness, but didn’t fall into sex with her.
He couldn’t.
He needed something more, and before he told her the truth, he needed to see if she was still in the smoke. He wanted Merry more than anything in life.
More than breathe.
More than food.
More than his own heartbeat.
Since they had barely slept the night before, she didn’t stay awake long. As he held her in his arms, offering his damaged little butterfly some safety, he was thinking about their future.
He was thinking about telling her the truth.
He was in love.
He already knew it.
Boone, somehow, had fallen, and fast. What he wanted, and what he believed he could have, were two different things. The road between them seemed so very far away.
How would he bridge it?
How could he get to her side?
It was stressing him out.
When Merry had fallen to sleep, he slid from the bed and headed toward his alter. Quietly, he started lighting candles, hanging up beads, and praying to the powers that be.
He wanted her as his, and he was willing to do anything to have it happen.
Including breaking his own rules.
If he could tie them together, with the spirit’s blessing, then he would die a happy man. He wasn’t one to do a love spell, but in this case, it seemed like the only way to get her to be his.
It was the only way he could picture them bridging that gap from Fed to local cop.
The chasm was huge.
To him, Merry was precious, and he’d found the woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. There was no making a pro and con list, or trying to figure it out.
It was there, right before his face.
She was the one.
His father once told him that one day, he’d find her. That the woman he was meant to be with would knock him off his feet, and they’d mesh.
Here was that day.
A part of him really believed he was destined to wander life alone. He couldn’t seem to connect with any women.
He’d given up.
Then she arrived.
Merry rolled into his life on the heels of a murder, and he couldn’t let her go. It would hurt too much.
So, he would take it into his own hands.
As he lit the incense and chanted to the deities that he worshiped, he was only focused on one thing.
Her.
“Give me this one thing. Give me her heart. That’s all I want. She’s my greatest dream,” he said, taking some of the blood and ash and marking it on the front of his chest directly over the organ he wanted to give her.
“It’s hers for the rest of my life.”
He whispered more words.
Then he closed his eyes and began to pray. He whispered the spell that would bind them closer with sex.
It was so important.
For her.
For him.
For them.
This was, what he believed to be, his only shot at catching the very smart, sweet, and sexy tech. If the spirits failed him, he was lost.
Forever.
Merry watched him silently from the doorway. He was kneeling in front of his altar, and she found it oddly beautiful. He’d hung beads and feathers around his neck, and he was lighting candles as he focused on something she stopped having a long time ago.
Faith.
Before they arrived at his cabin, she silently wished he wouldn’t push sex. She wanted to see if they had something more than just that chemistry.
To her surprise, he’d tucked her into bed, held her against his body, and whispered the most important thing she’d ever heard.
‘You’re safe.’
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Her heart was filled with something for this man. While Derek, her ex, tried to break and control her, Boone Savage was trying to heal her. She wanted that peace more than anything in life.
She wanted him.
As she watched him smear ash and what looked like blood onto his chest, she didn’t even flinch. To him, this was sacred. If she was going to accept Boone for who he was, she had to accept this part of him too. There couldn’t be judgment, castigation, or looks of doubt. Boone was religious, and who was she to judge?
If anything, this impressed her. In their jobs, faith was tested, pushed, broken, and lost. He’d had the fortitude to stick with it, and that was beyond admirable.
It was sexy.
He was sexy.
As she moved into the living room, she watched him waving the smoke around him, as if he was trying to get it to do his bidding.
Then he whispered the words.
‘Give me this one thing. Give me her heart. That’s all I want. She’s my greatest dream.’
When she heard the words, she didn’t know what to think. Was he actually talking about her? Merry didn’t understand it. On some cerebral level, she got it, but after having her heart and body kicked around, it was hard to believe that anyone would find some worth in her.
And yet, he did.
Here was a man who genuinely wanted to protect her.
He began whispering again.
‘Give me strength to be patient, gentle, kind. Give me the fortitude to put her needs first. Let me show her that I’m not him. I’m me. Show her the truth. That’s all I ask. Show Meredith that I will never hurt her. There will be days I upset her, but I swear to put her heart first in everything I do. Give me a chance. Give me a chance.’
Her heart skipped.
He was exactly what she needed.
This was how she knew he was a good man. He saw beneath the sweaty sex to what really mattered.
Boone got to the heart of it all.
As she moved closer, Merry was compelled to touch him. She wanted to go to Boone so very much. He was kneeling silently in a little corner, praying to statues, a skull with a design, and so many candles.
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