Elizabeth was startled at the force of his kiss. Her husband was generally gentle to start and once going he became wild. She couldn’t remember when he was this out of control at the very beginning. Usually she had to push him to get this type of response.
Not that she was complaining and she never would, but holy hell this was new!
“I want you right now, Elizabeth,” he muttered against her mouth, and then he dove in again. His entire body was on fire and she was the cause. Well, his wife in bed between him and his brother was the actual reason.
Ethan picked her up and instinctually she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands went to her hips, and he adjusted himself for the slide home.
If Elizabeth thought that he was going to be gentle, she was definitely wrong. He broke away from the kiss, as he pushed into her body, and then began moving. They were hard full thrusts that filled her, and stole her breath.
“Not here,” he practically growled, pulling her from the wall and towards their bedroom. “I want you in our bed.”
“Is Callen still in there?” she asked and was answered with another scorching kiss that bruised her lips. If he was, he was about to get the show of all shows. Whether he wanted it or not, here it came.
Blackhawk climbed onto the bed with his wife still wrapped around him. Ethan was buried deep in her body. “I don’t want to think, I just want to feel, Elizabeth,” he managed to get out, before she unlocked her legs.
The look in her husband’s eyes was wild and full of complete lust, and then he started moving. The thrusts were like nothing she’d felt before, and each one slammed right into the perfect spot, and pulled a moan from her lips. It only drove him wilder, as Ethan had complete control, moving harder and faster.
“Ethan!” Elizabeth got his name out before she erupted into a million fragmented pieces and yet the invasion didn’t stop. Normally he’d follow her over, or pause for her to regain her composure, but he didn’t. When he did finally stop, it was only to feel her body sliding across their already made bed and then flipped to her stomach, her feet braced on the floor.
Yeah, this was definitely new.
Blackhawk was going to take his wife and enjoy every second of it. Once she was back in position, he slid into her body from behind, and enjoyed the gasp from her lips at the invasion.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he hissed into her ear, as he leaned over her body and began pummeling her with all of him. Fully in and then almost completely out.
“God, Ethan!” It wasn’t quite a scream but it was damn near close. The pleasure was building again, and she could feel the warmth beginning to spread.
Blackhawk was enjoying the complete control, and ran his lips across her shoulder tasting her skin and then he found the spot that was one of her most sensitive spots on her body. As he felt the need ready to explode from him, he bit down on her neck, and she did indeed scream for him.
They both shattered and exploded apart. Blackhawk poured hotly into his wife, and she quaked around him and all sound stopped temporarily.
As Ethan lay over her body, he tried to regain his focus and ability to breathe for a few seconds.
Elizabeth started giggling. “What was that?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder, as her husband was still buried in her body. “Who is that wild man that just did something so crazy and unpredictable without provocation?”
Ethan Blackhawk slid from her, leaning over to her ear. He ran the tip of his tongue along curl, and then bit the lobe, pulling another moan from her. “Apparently Elizabeth, it’s on my sexual bucket list too.” The words were barely above a whisper, and tickled the hair around her ear.
Before she could register the meaning, he slapped her on her bare ass and was gone to shower.
Elizabeth didn’t move for a few seconds, and tried to figure out what he was talking about, and then it hit her.
Holy shit, she felt warm all over again.
Who knew that her husband had a wild streak after all?
~ Chapter Seven ~
The Blackhawks survived the burial. It was a tear filled event, as they lowered their granddad into the ground to rest beside his wife. In her arms sat their son, and in Ethan’s was the warbonnet that was going to find a permanent home in their living room once the display case was built.
All the way back to the house there was silence in the vehicle. No one was really in the mood to speak, and that was respected. All the members of the family were mourning.
Ethan drove, thinking about how that was the last time he’d touch his grandfather, or look into the face that would one day be his own. He was eternally grateful to the man who raised him when his mother died.
Wyler sat in the back with CJ, leaning protectively over him, kissing him on the head and letting him play with one of his dangling braids. He would miss the man who gave him life and loved him even when he screwed up. His father raised his sons when he wasn’t exactly the best man to do it, and now he had great boys thanks to him.
Running her fingers along the feathers on the warbonnet, Elizabeth recalled how she referred to him a free spirit the first day she met him, and now he was truly free. No longer were there earthly bounds, and Timothy was on his way to the happy hunting grounds in the sky with his wife.
Callen took it the hardest because the man was everything for so long. Right then he was forcing himself to think about how he still had his family. Elizabeth’s hand was reaching back between the seats to rest on his shin, as she gently stroked it reassuringly.
They all mourned for their father, grandfather and kindred spirit.
Ethan finally spoke. “When do you want to leave?” he asked, knowing they knew what he was talking about.
“Immediately,” said Whitefox. “I’ve been in contact with Julian, and today he’s searching the swamp behind the Adare house. I want to get back to Cypress Grove so we can put this to bed, and I can move on with my life.”
“I’m okay with leaving immediately.”
“I want to get that ring back,” he said, quietly.
“Good idea son,” Wyler spoke, patting him on the shoulder.
Apparently, even his father knew Callen was making a mistake and was supportive in his decision to take back his life.
Blackhawk hit the phone button on the center console of his wife’s SUV and it dialed work.
“FBI West, this is Ginny. How may I direct your call?” came the pleasant voice.
“Ginny, it’s Ethan Blackhawk.”
“Hello Mr. B. What do you need?” she asked, knowing today was the burial. She would have been there if she could. But someone had to staff the office, and she was on duty.
“I need you to alert the pilots on the jet. We have a transport for two. Elizabeth and Callen are heading back out to Cypress Grove to finish up some things.”
“Okay Boss,” she answered and typed furiously. “Anything else?”
“Confirm that courier is in route to deliver that journal to Elizabeth. I want it there when she lands.”
“On it, boss, and have a safe trip Mrs. B and Mr. W.” With that she disconnected the call.
Ethan pulled into their driveway and faced them both. “Here’s all I have to say about this. You have three days to find the woman or come home. I can’t explain why the jet, my co-director, and liaison are all MIA. If there’s no stalker and no body by Wednesday, then you have no choice. There are other assignments that take precedent, and we have a job to do that doesn’t involve chasing ghosts. Am I clear?” He looked into Callen’s eyes. There was only so much time that could be bought on this, and he was officially funding it.
“Okay, Ethan,” Whitefox acknowledge. “I’m with you on the timeline. I just need to make sure.”
Elizabeth got out of the SUV and looked back in at Callen. “I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes to head out.”
He nodded, and they both hustled into the house. It was time to get back to work after having to deal with healing the family
.
Whitefox knew that it would be a welcome distraction, or he hoped it would be. Now his biggest hope was his heart could handle it all in the end.
It was finally time to move on.
Monday Afternoon
Whitefox drove as Elizabeth read over the journal entries in Trinity Adare’s handwritten book. It was a mix of a woman’s thoughts, emotions and dreams. It gave really great insight into the frame of the woman’s mind at the time. It was upbeat and positive.
“Well, she didn’t take her own life,” she said, finally, shuffling the papers in her lap. “There isn't one sad thing in these damn papers. Suicide isn't on the table here, so I guess that leads us to the big ‘M’ or that she was gator food.”
“That’s probably likely,” he said, glancing over at her. “What else did you find?” he asked, wishing the answers were right in the book. Then they could go back home, and move on with his life.
“It’s hard to read in the car with the bumps,” she answered grinning. “I think we head back to the bed and breakfast, order some dinner and sit in our room and work on it,” she suggested.
“Works for me. I think there’s a Chinese place that delivers, you want that for dinner?”
Elizabeth was easy when it came to food. When she was pregnant with CJ, all she craved was red meat, but now it was just fuel to her body. Anything worked. “I picked pizza the other night, so you get to pick.”
“It must be love,” he said, grinning.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Now she winked at him. When he pulled into the parking lot, she noticed it was sparsely filled. “I guess there’s room at the inn.”
Whitefox laughed. “Great I won’t have to bunk with sheep and an ass.”
“Funny, I still get the ass.”
Whitefox laughed. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” He offered her a congratulatory fist bump.
“Yeah, you may be sexy, but wise to my set ups… not quite there yet. Ethan would have seen that one coming a mile away.”
Whitefox was still stuck on the first part.
“What?” she asked, as he stared at her.
He didn’t know if he should bring it up or not. Maybe she just slipped. “You just said I was sexy.”
Elizabeth looked at him like he had three eyes. “I think that’s pointing out the obvious, isn't it? Sky’s blue, grass is green and you’re sexy.”
Now he didn’t know what to say. When he finally put a sentence together he spit it out. “You’ve just never said it to me before. That’s all.”
“If it bothers you, then I won’t say it again. I didn’t think it was a big deal, and I’m sorry if I upset you, Cal.”
He started laughing. “I’m not upset; I just was caught off guard. I didn’t think you thought I was, that’s all. I know I asked you the other day, but I assumed you were just trying to cheer me up after Desdemona broke my heart.”
“Are you insane?” She shook her head in disbelief. “You and Ethan are cut from the same cloth. When I first met you, I didn’t know you were brothers. My first thought was ‘Gee, the chief of reservation police is sexy’,” she grinned. “The more time you're together the more I see the similarities. The smile is identical. Your eyes are just different colors, but you both have the same lips. You have sharper features, but when your shirts are off it’s the same canvas, just different art.”
The knowledge that she’d studied him that much heated his body and made him very aware of how close she was to him in the Escalade.
“You're very sexy, Cal. Trust me. I’m the expert on it.” She was now laughing. “I spend almost one hundred percent of my time with you or Ethan. I have plenty of time to think about it, all day long.”
Now, he was getting overheated. “We better go in,” he blurted rather quickly, and it made her laugh.
“Think intimate.”
He dropped the keys. “What?” He felt his skin start to flush at her words. There was only one wish in his life, and that was it.
Elizabeth was laughing even harder. “The woman behind the desk thinks we’re married. You know, intimately connected as husband and wife?” The look on his face was priceless. It was somewhere between a blush and horror.
“You know payback is a bitch, Lyzee,” he said, grinning and finally relaxing.
“I’m not worried. You Blackhawk men are sexy as sin, but slow on the retaliation.”
Whitefox grinned as they got to the steps of the porch. Before she could enter the doorway, he swept her off her feet and up into his arms. It drove her crazy when he and Ethan carried her like that. But now he was walking into the bed and breakfast and people were going to stare right at them.
“Look beautiful! I’m carrying you over the threshold.” Now he was the one laughing. Slow payback his ass, because this victory was his.
Elizabeth plastered a smile to her face but gave him a wicked yank to the ponytail as the woman behind the desk smiled at them.
“Oh Elizabeth, you’re pulling my hair, you must be feeling frisky tonight.”
“Oh, Callen, wait until I get you back to our room,” she said, grinning. Then, she whispered in his ear. “I’m going to kick your ass like you’ve never seen before.”
“Oh, Mrs. Blackhawk, we had a delivery for you. I signed for it and here it is,” she said, handing it to Elizabeth. “You too are so completely adorable! I just have to smile when I see you both.”
“Oh, thank you for signing. Darn work follows me everywhere.” She ignored the adorable part.
“Isn't she just the sweetest thing you ever saw?” teased Whitefox. If she was going to kill him, he might as well get everything out of it that he could before he took his dying breath.
“Oh darlin’, you should put me down. I don’t want you to get hurt. You know what pain feels like and it isn't fun,” she hissed between her teeth, glaring at him.
Callen laughed and put her down, because she would inflict a world of hurt on him without a second thought. “Yes sweetheart,” he said, winking at the woman. As Elizabeth walked away, he slapped her on the ass like she’d done to him many times before. Turnabout was nothing but fair play, and he loved when he could get a few in on her.
To her credit she didn’t flinch. “Can we have a menu for the Chinese takeout place?” she asked sweetly, heading for the stairs.
Callen grabbed the menu and gave the woman a smile.
Elizabeth loved how he was completely unsuspecting. Now she was going to remove the smug right off his face once and for all. Payback was going to be hers yet.
When would the mere mortals learn to not screw with her?
It was time to school the man.
Callen stopped on the step below her, a look of confusion crossed his face, right before she attacked. Elizabeth kissed him the way she’d kissed her husband. It was meant to blow his mind and make him breathe very heavy. Was it wrong to torture him with it? Yeah, and maybe it crossed a line, but after the last few days the lines were all blurry anyway, plus she loved seeing the look on his face of horror and pleasure. It took his mind off the pain in his heart.
Slowly, Elizabeth broke away and released his lower lip that was still gently between her teeth. His eyes were glazed over and his chest was rising and falling heavily. Elizabeth leaned over to his ear and whispered. “That’s how I kiss Ethan. Welcome to the club,” and then she turned and jogged up the stairs.
Callen just watched her from the bottom of the steps, and couldn’t believe she just planted that kind of kiss on him. That was something dreams were made of in his book.
Sweaty, erotic, wet dreams.
Now his whole body ached, and he was pretty sure that kiss topped his list of all time kisses. Never had he felt such a combination of teeth and tongue used as a deadly weapon.
Just holy shit! Whitefox climbed the steps to their room. Walking in, Elizabeth was still laughing in perceived victory.
“You can laugh all you want. I enjoyed every second of that, and I’ll let you do th
at anytime you want.”
“What do you want for dinner?” she asked, going up on her toes and kissing him on the cheek. “The usual?”
“Yeah, please. Are we in for the rest of the night? I’d like to get comfortable.”
“I believe so, but where’s the takeout menu?” she asked, looking at his empty hand.
Crap! “It’s all your fault. That kiss was hard to concentrate through. I must have dropped it on the stairs during that assault.”
“Call the cops and file a complaint,” she answered, laughing. “I’ll go get it. Get changed and comfortable. It’s the least I can do after manhandling you.” Elizabeth winked at him and went to the door. “Oh, and Cal? The payback wasn’t the kiss; it’s when I tell Ethan.”
Now he stared at her with an open mouth. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Elizabeth slipped out of the room and was still laughing when she got to the bottom of the stairs. The menu was gone, and she had to ask for it again.
“Would you two like a bottle of wine? You never come down to breakfast, and I feel bad charging you for ‘bed and breakfast’ when it’s really only ‘bed’.”
“Chinese and wine sound amazing together.” She really wished her husband was there. They always had wine with Chinese in bed. It was kind of their thing. She made a mental note to call him when she returned upstairs.
“Here you go,” she said, smiling.
Elizabeth accepted and dialed the Chinese place, ordering their usual choices. “Can I leave money here again?”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Blackhawk.”
Elizabeth dropped the cash and jogged back up the stairs to their room. When she got there, Callen was in his pajama bottoms and lounging on the bed with a notepad and the journal pages.
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