Ethan, before starting the vehicle, grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her for all he was worth.
He got lost in the taste and smell of his wife.
When he broke free, he was staring at her with such love and devotion.
“You’re a wild man,” she said, running her thumb over his bottom lip.
“Because of you. You’re my wild,” he stated.
“And you’re my rock,” she replied.
Yeah, this night was needed.
“Shall we, Mrs. Blackhawk?” he asked.
She grinned wickedly. “Do your worst, Cowboy. Show me what you’ve got.”
Oh, he absolutely would.
And it would be a night she’d never forget.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Merry and Boone’s
Brownstone
He was pissed.
He couldn’t find them.
In fact, Derek watched her house from the building across the street around the clock. The historic home was under construction, and he’d given himself access at night.
During the day, he had to lay low, staying away, but at night, when the construction crews left, he had a place to crash.
There was no doubt that Merry was ratting him out.
He didn’t trust her anymore. He wanted to make her pay, and she would.
Yes, she absolutely would.
She didn’t get it.
He was a man.
He had needs.
When he wanted to come home and relax, he deserved it. Well, now she’d have to pay the price for making him angry. She said she’d marry him, and she lied.
He’d been embarrassed in front of all of his friends. He’d told them she was going to be his wife, and now he was off trying to find her.
Not that he could go back.
No, she made sure of that.
The stupid bitch was dead.
He was going to put his hands around her throat and steal the life right from her.
Derek knew she had brought this upon herself.
“Where are you, Merry?” he asked. “You can’t hide forever.”
And it was true.
She couldn’t.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
When they got to the spot, she looked around. It was a field with really high cornstalks.
“This is how most horror movies begin, Ethan. I hope this isn’t going to be some interactive adventure where I get chased down by a killer.”
That made him laugh.
“That’s too much like our reality. The only good thing about that scenario is that the sexy guy is always about to make out with the beautiful woman, so I’m willing to risk it.”
Yeah, since he was the man, she was willing to take her chances too.
“Want to take a stroll?”
“Hell yeah!”
He moved around to the trunk and got his bag out. Then he met his wife at her door. They held hands, and he led her through the field to a spot he’d thought would be perfect. It opened up, and it showed off the gorgeous sky.
Ethan opened the bag and pulled out the things Brody and Johanna had left for him.
There was a blanket, two glasses, a bottle of wine, and some chocolates.
Yeah, this would do.
Ethan spread out the blanket and set everything up. “Join me?” he asked.
How could she say no to that?
This was the man who started it all.
Elizabeth sat and kicked off her sneakers. Ethan had his gun tucked into a holster at the back of his pants, so they would be safe.
She trusted him.
“So, how did you pull this off?” she asked.
“It takes a village.”
She was aware.
“We don’t get to do this anymore.”
He knew, and it sucked. These moments alone mattered. It was a way to reconnect.
“Do you hate it?” he asked.
“Your job or not being with you like this?” she asked.
“Both.”
“I hate missing things like this, but you won’t be a Fed forever, right?” she asked laughing.
“No, baby, I won’t. I promise that when I’m done and retire, you’ll have my full attention every single day of the rest of my life.”
“I’ll be old and wrinkly by then.”
“You’ll still be the most beautiful woman in the world. When I see the tattoo on Callen’s side, I’m jealous. He thought to put you there, and I never did.”
“Are you really jealous?”
“Can I be honest?” he asked.
“Always,” she said, as he poured them wine.
“I am of things like this. To get away from security…this is going to be likely the last time for a while. They’ll buckle down and be insulted that I snuck out.”
She listened to him.
“I think about how free we were back at FBI West, and I wonder if I did the right thing.”
“I made you come back.”
“You didn’t make me take this position. I could have come back in the field.”
He had a point.
“There’s only four things I’ve ever been sure of in my life, Lyzee.”
“What?”
“That I was meant to be a Fed, that I was meant to run this nut farm one day, that you were the woman who owned my heart, and that I wanted a family with you.”
She was touched.
“Everything else doesn’t matter. You’re the top of the list, baby. I hope you believe that.”
She did.
Leaning over, she kissed him.
He tasted like wine. When he pulled her closer, she knew her wine had tipped over onto the ground, but she didn’t care. When would she have this moment again?
Ethan held her to his body and his mouth moved across hers with so much skill. He knew every inch of her and how to make love to her mouth.
It was burned into his heart and mind.
It was part of who he was, and what he wanted most in the moment.
He wanted her.
His wife.
His Elizabeth.
His heart.
She moaned, and so did he as they each gave everything they had to the mating of mouths.
It was perfect.
When he rolled, he managed to place her beneath him. Pulling away, he stared into her icy blue eyes. “I love you so much, and I want to make love to you under the stars.”
“Yes, Ethan. It’ll always be yes. I’ll follow you anywhere.”
He knew she would.
Elizabeth was loyal to the men in her life. She would love him to her last breath.
Thank God.
When her hands slid beneath the black long sleeve shirt, his body reacted. It always would. No matter what, Elizabeth would always pull that response from him.
“Please keep touching me,” he whispered, as his hair tickled her face.
“Yes, Ethan, I will.”
She pulled his shirt off, and he was forced to kneel, straddling her body.
When her fingers trailed lower, stopping on the button of his cargo pants, he inhaled sharply.
“This reminds me of our wild times,” she admitted. “Where we got married in four days and never looked back.”
“I loved you the second I saw you.”
She lowered his zipper after flicking open the button on his pants.
“I loved you too, Ethan. Despite everything that’s happened to us since then, you were the one who opened my heart for everything that’s come after that moment. Our love, our family…it’s all because of what you created.”
That touched his heart.
Then she touched him.
When she stroked his erection, Ethan moaned.
Then she pulled him free of his boxers. The second her mouth touched him, he was in his glory.
“I really love you when you do this to me.”
It made her laugh. “I love you,” she s
aid, before going back to work him in and out of her mouth. She was in the perfect position, sitting in front of him.
The pleasure was amazing.
There was the rustling of trees, the cornstalks danced, and he was with the most beautiful woman in the world.
This was what they both needed.
As she worked him hard, he was close to exploding, and yet he didn’t want her to stop.
He never wanted this to end.
His wicked wife had a way with her mouth.
Ethan watched her, and she worked him in and out, making sure to fully swallow him.
He had to stare up at the stars.
When she squeezed him, Ethan knew he wasn’t going to last. Then again, they had plenty of time, and he wanted to spend so much time tasting his wife.
“Lyzee, I’m not going to be able to hold out,” he whispered. When her hand wandered, cupping his balls, he knew what was coming. As she fondled him, he stayed on his knees, praying to get some relief.
When his body quivered, she gave him a squeeze. It was just enough pressure to shove his body over the edge.
“I’m going to cum!”
She swallowed him whole and waited for the eruption. When he poured down her throat, he shook against her.
Then, as quickly as he came, he was pushing her back to the blanket.
“Thank you for taking the edge off. It’s my turn to have some fun.”
Pulling off her pants, he stared down at her pale flesh in the moonlight. It made him hungry just thinking about it.
On the menu?
His wife.
He couldn’t wait to run the tip of his tongue over her clit. He wanted her breathless, panting, and writhing beneath him. Only then would he be happy.
He wanted her to cum so many times she begged him for mercy. There would be none, simply because she’d invaded his life and made him crave her.
Leaning down, he tugged her panties out of the way.
Her hand found his silky black hair as she held on for the ride. Making love with Ethan was vastly different than with Callen. One brother was wilder, and the other was controlled chaos. Ethan could make her beg with simply a look.
She loved him that damn much.
As he drove her wild with teeth and tongue, she felt the eruption coming. When Ethan nipped her, shoving her off the edge, Elizabeth exploded apart.
Only he didn’t stop.
He pushed through the pleasure, forcing her to focus on what he was doing to her body.
He tormented her to another release, offering her everything he had in him.
She whispered his name over and over as his mouth destroyed her defenses.
He wanted more, trying to push her over. When she fell, he needed to be buried in her body. He’d driven her, and himself, insane with need.
As she tumbled, Ethan slid up her body, impaling her with his erection. The warmth sent goose bumps across her body.
It was absolute bliss.
When her icy blue eyes opened, he began moving. It was long firm strokes, meant to take her back up that climb until she was further addicted to him.
When she rolled, he let her have control. Now he needed to gaze up at her and see his beautiful wife over him.
In the moonlight.
Radiant as ever.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see my wife,” he whispered, waiting for her to give him what he craved.
She didn’t hesitate. Instead, she tossed her shirt and unhooked her bra.
As she stayed there above him, in all her naked glory, his eyes filled with such emotion.
“There could only ever be you.”
It made her heart trip.
It was said with such love and adoration, that she felt it to her soul.
“I love you,” she vowed. “Until my body gives out, and I can’t push on anymore. I’ll hold you in my heart until the end of my breath.”
His eyes filled with tears. “You’re the woman meant to be mine. We’ll finish this journey together. The three of us.”
She began moving.
His hands went to her hips.
She rode him, but not with fire and speed. Instead, she took her time, enjoying the way his erection filled her.
With each slide up, there was the delicious fall down.
It was perfect.
Ethan moaned as he watched her breasts bounce. When he stared at the junction of their bodies, his own went rock hard.
He was beyond love.
He was into absolute dedication to her. She could have anything she wanted, but only to ask.
“Ethan,” she whispered as her body was about ready to betray her. There was no way she was going to last much longer.
“I’m ready,” he muttered, biting his lower lip to hold on for as long as he could. He wanted to cum in the worst way and deep within his wife.
He wanted to feel like he was home, and she was the only way there.
“Now!” she shouted, as he drove himself up, forcing his erection to kiss the deepest part of her.
They came.
Together.
It was perfect and it was them.
As she collapsed onto his body, Ethan pulled her into the warmth of his embrace. Then he grabbed the corner of the blanket to cover them. The chilly air would be cold against their bare bodies—especially her. He was still wearing his pants but she was completely naked.
Elizabeth didn’t move for a while, instead, listening to his heartbeat.
“Ethan?”
“Hmmm?”
“Thank you for this.”
“Elizabeth, you’re my one and only. I’d do this every night if I could. I hope you don’t lose faith in me. I hope you realize that even when we’re apart, you’re all I think about.”
“I know.”
She kissed him.
“I love you, Cowboy.”
“I love you, Sheriff.”
And it was true.
They absolutely did.
And would until the end of time.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
The scene was set.
When they found the bodies, they were going to be even busier playing the game.
That was the point.
They needed to keep playing.
This story had to be told.
They had to follow along until the very end, and when the killer went unfound, it would be perfect.
That was the plan.
That was the goal.
“Oh, this stage is perfect. This crime was too easy.”
And it was.
These two were easy to take down.
Now, would they get it?
Would they see?
It was a matter of time until the end was near.
And time had run out.
Chapter Twelve
Monday Early
Morning
While they should have come home earlier, and it wasn’t their intention to stay out all night, Ethan and Elizabeth took the wild route and did it anyway.
When were they going to get that chance again?
Probably never.
So, they threw caution to the wind. When sleeping outside got to be too chilly, they ended up packing up and cuddling in the back of Ethan’s ride.
It was a tight fit, but there was no way Ethan Blackhawk was going to turn down being squished against his wife.
He wasn’t insane.
This was the stuff his dreams were made of and had been made of the last five plus years.
Here was his wife, and he was able to go ‘camping’ with her.
It was worth the hell that was going to have to be paid for ditching security. For her, he’d incur the wrath of the devil himself—when Gabe got wind of this, he was going to shit a ton of bricks.
As they pulled up to the large fenced in property, he was still enjoying the scent of his wife’s perfume all over his body. It would get him through the rest of the day, and he couldn’t wait to spend m
ore time with her.
In that moment, he promised himself that he was going to make sure they had plenty of time together.
“This is going to be fun,” she said, as they approached the gate of their home.
Ethan could see his security team, and they looked perfectly calm. They must have assumed it was Broderick Seaton returning the Mustang before work.
Yeah, they were in for one hell of a surprise.
When the car came to a stop, the guard on the gate tapped on the window.
When it rolled down, he stared into the man’s face, and it said it all.
He was definitely caught off guard.
Perfect.
“SIR! HOW?”
“We’re just coming home from an evening out,” Ethan said, completely nonchalantly. “How was your night?”
The look on the man’s face was priceless.
“Sir, how did you…? When did you…? Why are you…?” he asked, clearly flustered.
It made Elizabeth laugh.
It was that damn funny.
“We’ll see you later,” Ethan said, revving the engine. When the gate opened, he headed up the drive, knowing that the jig was up, and the hell was about to begin.
“I think I may pee myself,” she stated when they saw the whole security team exit the house—practically running their way. It appeared the man at the gate radioed them to give them the news.
“Someone’s getting grounded,” she teased.
“Will you break me out?” he asked, kissing her knuckles. “Will you make sure I get some yard time for good behavior?”
“Hell yeah! You know I will. Or at least I’ll see you for the conjugal visits.”
That amused him even more than the men heading their way with horrified looks on their faces.
“I’ll hold you to it, baby.”
Getting out, he walked around to get his wife from his Mustang. Already, he missed the feel of her against his side.
Holding out her hand, Ethan tugged her from the car. She couldn’t wait to watch this happen. Here was the security force that was a pain in her ass.
They drove her nuts.
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