Ivan could handle this.
“I happen to have a suit. My shoulder might feel better if I swam.”
He gave her a kiss and led her to their bedroom to change. The minute they were gone, Ivan was ready.
“Name.”
“His real name is Cleveland Landry. He’s known on the street as Babylon. He’s the man in the city that everyone goes to when they need something high powered.”
Ivan listened.
“He specializes in Dragunovs?” he asked.
“No. He has to order them. If he has one, her time is a lot shorter. While he won’t go after her until he has a gun, he will once he has it back.”
He got the warning.
Time was NOT on their side. They needed to get to him ASAP.
“I don’t know his address. When I needed a gun, or many guns, I would call, and he’d meet me. If I had the address, I’d give it to you.”
Ivan knew the boss man could handle that. Ethan had connections.
He scribbled the name on the whiteboard.
“You should head to your place,” Ivan said.
“Why? They’ve gotten what they wanted. I’m going to jail, and I know it. I know how the Feds work.”
Ivan laughed.
“What is so funny?”
“I guarantee you have never met anyone like her. She won’t bring you in. You’re in the clear.”
“Why?”
“Elizabeth has the gift of reading people. If she didn’t think you were on the up and up, or if she didn’t respect Greyson Croft, you’d already be in jail, or dead. You’re safe.”
Emma was glad to hear that.
Greyson helped him to his feet and warned the man. “I want you to go back to your bed. You are NOT to leave this building, Dimitri. He’s going to be off his rocker even more now.”
He was aware.
“Once he regroups,” Paris offered, “he’s going to be ready to kill with a vengeance. We need to stop him before he can get to that point.”
They all agreed.
“Tell them thank you. Tell them I appreciate it, Ivan,” Greyson stated.
“I will.”
Greyson dropped Dimitri’s arm over his shoulder and carried his weight. He knew what the man had just risked.
“Thank you for offering up the information. I’ll get Rosemary Harrington, and the people helping her. Elizabeth will get Viktor.”
“I hope so. If she doesn’t, we’re all dead—starting with me and Katerina.”
That didn’t sit well with them.
As a family, they protected their own.
* * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *
Ethan grabbed his swim trunks and two towels for them. His wife was still in the bathroom getting ready.
“Baby, are you knitting that swimsuit?” he asked, hoping she was okay.
“Head up. I’ll meet you there.”
Ethan headed out, and when she heard the door close, she came out, bikini on. It was scandalous, it showed off everything, and she hoped he liked it.
They had a pool being put in the backyard for the kids, one of Callen’s many gifts to their tribe, and she had been saving it for that moment.
Well, it was getting an unveiling in Vegas.
Pulling on a robe, she headed out, stopping to glance at the whiteboard.
It broke her heart that they’d lost Molly. It put a hole in her armor, and that doubt was creeping in.
Had she been responsible?
She’d brought her out. Maybe had she done something differently…
She pushed it back.
For now, she needed to let it go. If she didn’t, she’d let it win, and Viktor Marchenko was NOT going to win this one.
Heading up in the stairs, she enjoyed the rooftop pool. There were lights, cabanas in fun colors, and her husband waiting for her. He grabbed some wine and two glasses.
It was clear he was worried about her.
She rarely drank on a case. Maybe a beer with a burger, but not anything more.
His face said it all.
He was going to distract her.
Well, she was ready.
“Mr. Blackhawk, we seem to have the whole place to ourselves,” she said, motioning to all the open cabanas.
“This is pretty spectacular,” he said, pointing up. “Look at all the stars.”
She did.
Then she looked at him.
“You look pretty spectacular in those trunks and all those tattoos. I miss seeing them like this. The stars aren’t even close.”
He grinned.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Blackhawk? Please say yes.”
She laughed.
“Maybe,” she said, continuing to check out all the ink on his body. It never got old.
Never.
It was a good thing they were going swimming because she was freaking wet.
All.
Because.
Of.
Him.
“Well, aren’t you overdressed?” he asked, pointing at the robe.
“First, do you want me to not go out tomorrow? You know, like Greyson said. Are you going to be a caveman too?”
He poured them wine. It was white, sparkling, and he filled the glasses.
He needed it after today. She’d had the shit kicked out of her by the cops, and Elizabeth nearly had her head blown off by a Russian madman.
Oh, and then the building blew.
Ethan really needed this drink.
“If I answer that, you’ll hurt me.”
She laughed.
“Good answer, and pretty accurate. I do have very bad news for you,” she said.
“What?” he asked, sipping his wine as he still held hers.
“I’m going to hurt you anyway,” she stated, opening her robe.
When she dropped it, he stared at her with his mouth open. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It was so small that it barely covered anything.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
“Christ Almighty, hurt me good.”
She laughed.
The white swimsuit was barely holding in his wife’s chest. She had fairly large breasts—hallelujah—and he could almost see the outer edge of her nipples peeking out.
As for the bottoms, they tied at the hips, and the front was indecently small.
Thank God he liked indecent.
“Well?”
“That’s asking for trouble,” he said.
“What kind?” she asked, taking her wine from him. Then she kicked it back before tossing the empty glass on the cabana.
His dick twitched and tented his swim trunks.
That said it all.
She was fuckable.
Oh, hell, yes, Ethan was going there. Tomorrow, Chris would be there, and tonight was his last night alone with his wife.
“Do you want me to stay in tomorrow?” she asked again.
“No. I want you to be yourself. I love you for the woman you are, and I have to accept the things that terrify me. You’ve never asked me to change, and I can’t do that to you. I love my wife for all the insanity and moments of stark terror it brings. I wouldn’t change you, Lyzee. I want you as you are.”
And that was why he was going to get lucky.
“I think I’m going to take a swim,” she stated.
He watched her head to the deep end of the pool and dive into the water.
When she surfaced, she was in the shallow end.
“Well, when in Vegas,” he said, before kicking back his wine, dumping his glass, and joining her.
Elizabeth watched as he cut through the water like a pro. When he came up, he was right in front of her.
He was on his knees.
When she went to hers, he couldn’t look away. The white of her bikini was transparent. He saw more nipple than should be legal.
His wife ran her hand across her breasts.
He moaned.
“I have to have you,”
he said, moving closer. “After everything today, I have to touch you!”
He roughly pulled her into his body and his mouth sealed over hers. Elizabeth held on.
The kiss was amazing.
Then he shoved her.
Hard.
She blinked.
“Callen mentioned that Miss Kitty paid him a visit. I’m a little upset that she hasn’t visited me for a long time,” he said, watching her.
She got it.
He needed to forget too.
He’d watched someone’s head explode and nearly, his wife’s too. This was Ethan’s way of venting without losing his temper.
Since he wasn’t trying to lock her down tomorrow, she’d pay that forward.
She batted her eyes.
“Well, darlin, I think I can do that,” she said, slicking up her accent and making it more hooker-ish. Then she ran her hands over her breasts, and he didn’t look away.
“Want to fuck me, Director Blackhawk?”
He stood, and his erection in a chilly pool said it all. There was no denying he was hard and ready.
Moving toward her, he pulled his dick out and grabbed her by the back of her wet hair.
Then he shoved his dick down her throat.
Elizabeth’s hands went to the back of his thighs, and she let him control the depth. After all, she was controlling his moaning and that was only fair.
He shook.
“I’ve missed my own personal slut,” he muttered, staring down at her. She was blowing him and had added her hand.
It was maddening.
His hips were moving now, and he was roughly slamming himself into her mouth. His wife was taking it, and he loved it.
He couldn’t get enough.
Then his balls began tightening, and he knew he was going to cum.
It was too soon.
Pulling away, he pulled her to her feet.
“I need privacy. I want you naked, spread for me, and ready. I’m going to make you scream up here,” he promised.
Well, someone was really horny.
That was a Callen line.
Yippee!
He lifted her up, and she threw her legs around his hips. Ethan carried her out of the water to one of the cabanas. He climbed on, still not touching her—other than to hold her.
“Ethan,” she whispered as he tossed her onto the cabana. Then he climbed on and pulled the curtains to give them privacy.
She didn’t think anyone would be up there, but she figured he wanted her all to himself.
For hours.
She couldn’t wait.
He reached for her and pulled the bottoms off her bikini and dropped them onto the mattress at the foot of the cabana.
“I can’t wait to bury my dick in you,” he muttered.
She couldn’t wait either.
Really.
“Take me, Director,” she purred, spreading her legs wider so he’d get the idea.
Ethan dove in.
He sought her with his mouth, and when he found that delicious little bud, he drove her wild.
He was starving for her.
After today, his control was frayed, and tomorrow, it wouldn’t likely be any better.
So, he worked her hard.
Harder than she’d worked him.
She was moaning, begging, and almost on the edge of the orgasm.
That’s when he stopped and bit her on the thigh. She gasped and begged him to give her everything he had.
Oh, that would be a lot.
Pulling down his wet trunks, he stroked his dick. He was throbbing in his hand, and he couldn’t wait to take her on one hell of a ride.
It was going to be wicked.
He plunged into her, pulling a shout from her lips. He’d been rough, heavy-handed, and he didn’t care.
He was going to lose a lot of his frustrations this way. He wanted her more than he could think, breath, or live.
She was going to push back the demons.
The fear filled ones.
Ethan began fucking her, and he wasn’t gentle. The whole cabana shook from the forceful thrusts as he buried himself balls deep in his wife.
His personal Miss Kitty.
His.
He kept up the pace, leaning back so he could torment her more. His fingers found that bud, and he worked it hard. He drove her up, over, and into the pleasure.
Still, he didn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
As she crested and fell, he picked her up, held her in his arms, and kept taking her. He’d lift her up and then drop her down—the weight of her body crashing down on his—as he kept hitting her in that one spot.
This was about reminding her who was really the caveman. Greyson Croft had nothing on him. Just because he didn’t say it out loud didn’t mean he didn’t think it.
He pulled out of his wife, turned her over, pulled her to her knees, and slammed home again.
And again.
And again.
He held her hips in place as he worked his way in and out of her until neither of them could breathe.
She was his, and this was the body he owned.
“Come on, Miss Kitty. Cum for me. Cum on my dick,” he ordered, knowing it was not his normal thing to say, but here they were, at the top of the building, and he wanted his wife to remember it.
Elizabeth came.
She couldn’t stop herself.
He was being rough, wicked, and wild, and she got off on that. She was his personal slut, and she wouldn’t change that.
“More, Director,” she begged, fighting through the orgasm.
His hand landed on her ass, and they both moaned. It was hot, erotic, and not normally his style.
“I’m going to cum in you and make you mine,” he admitted, watching his dick slide in and out of her body.
He was slick with the wetness that was both of them.
It was hot.
“I need more. Offer it up, Miss Kitty,” he said, knowing what he needed to get off. He needed to take her like some john would, without giving a damn.
“Take my ass.”
She said it.
His whole body shook.
“Oh, God! I need your ass.”
He pulled out and repositioned himself. When he slid home, he wasn’t gentle. Pressing her flat to the mattress beneath them, he trapped her.
“Tell me more,” he whispered. “Be my slut,” he said, sliding her arms above her head to really pin her. With his other free hand, he untied the bikini so it would be free from her body.
“More, Director. God! More!”
“No wife of mine would wear something like this,” he said, driving into her body. “A slut would. Are you a slut, Elizabeth?” he asked, purposely using her name.
“God! Yes!”
He fucked her silly.
As the orgasm loomed, he slid his hand beneath her and hissed in her ear.
“Get off on my hand.”
She did.
She ground her clit against his fingers as he took her. When his balls couldn’t hold back the storm, he came with a shout.
She came too.
All the while, doing exactly what he wanted her to do—begging for more.
Then it passed.
They calmed.
Ethan rolled off of his wife, and he was totally, completely, and without a doubt…spent.
She went up on her arms and reached for her bikini.
“No. Sleep naked. I want my wife to be naked beside me,” he demanded.
She kissed him.
“I think I like a bossy caveman, Ethan Blackhawk.”
He was glad.
Because he was pretty sure he was there to stay.
Chapter Eleven
Thursday Morning
T he flight to Las Vegas had been brutal—no, torturous. Somewhere over the middle of the country, the FBI jet had to reroute thanks to issues with one of the engines. That had been terrifying enough.
It was so scary that it
woke Chris with the turbulence and the huge drop to a lower altitude.
Normally, the flight was an easy one. It was smooth, and like butter. This was like being in the actual churn.
It sucked.
So, now that he was finally in Vegas, he hopped a cab and headed toward Sky Villa to meet Ethan. He sent him the text as he pulled up to the building.
He missed them.
While being home with Callen was nice, he missed being near Elizabeth. She grounded him. He was still worked up about his diagnosis, and when she was there, he felt like it was in control.
Now, he was freefalling again.
Once he saw her, and she gave him something to do, he would be better.
He hoped.
With each day, it was getting better.
One day, he hoped he would have a whole day without thinking about it. Time would tell.
At the door of the gorgeous building, he rang the bell. Security cameras scanned him.
“Name?”
“Doctor Christopher Leonard of the FBI. I’m here to see Ethan Blackhawk. I believe he’s staying here.”
The door beeped, and a lock unclicked.
“Please head to the desk for security procedures.”
Well, holy shit!
This was worse than home.
Once inside, he flashed his badge, handed it over, gave him his hand, and accepted the fingerprint scan.
Then he was forced to get his picture taken for future access, and answer some personal questions.
“Is DNA next?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He stared at him.
“Really?”
“No. We like to mess with the guests.”
It made him laugh.
“Have a seat, Doctor Leonard. Director Blackhawk will be right with you. We’re calling him now.”
Chris parked it.
And he waited.
* * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *
Dimitri’s Condo
When he opened his eyes, Emma was between him and Dimitri, and both of them were asleep. At first, he was worried about the man.
He never slept before.
Then, his eyes popped open, and they looked clearer today than they did yesterday.
Greyson made the sign for coffee and pointed.
Dimitri nodded.
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