Blackhawk laughed from the other room. “Wait until after sex. When you need help tying your shoes, you’ll understand why I sometimes wear loafers.”
Elizabeth handed him boxers from his suitcase and walked back to the other bathroom so the man could concentrate.
This had to be the most amazing day of his life. Whitefox stared after Elizabeth, wondering how the hell he was going to get through dinner knowing who was for dessert.
* * *
Desdemona sat in the pizza place with Julian Littlemoon and was having a pretty decent time. The man was easy to relate to, funny, and didn’t make her nervous at all. He teased her about her hair, and then became serious.
“So, what happened?” he asked, knowing she knew what he meant.
“We rushed into things and someone else owns his heart.” Desdemona shrugged. “I guess it happens.”
Julian knew who the ‘someone’ was in the conversation. Elizabeth and Callen had something between them. Even a stranger could see it. When they were together, they were the same as when Elizabeth and Ethan Blackhawk were together.
“It’s weird, right? I’m not just crazy to think that they have some secret fling going, and it’s behind Ethan’s back.”
“Ethan Blackhawk is a pretty smart man. I doubt he became director by chance, and I doubt he’d miss his wife having an affair. If there’s something going on, I don’t think it’s behind his back.” Julian shrugged. “In some indigenous Amazonian tribes they have multiple men for each woman.”
“That’s the Amazon!” She snapped, sighing. “I’m sorry.”
Julian understood. “Look at some religions here in the United States. Polygamy is practiced here. I think polyandry happens too. There’s a Native American mythology of twins. They are usually partners in a job or task. Some warrior braves hunt in pairs and often would marry the same woman.”
“So basically I’m being over the top by thinking it’s weird?” she asked, leaning forward. “It’s simply a Native thing?”
“I think you’re hurt, and that’s why you’re upset. If you didn’t have a relationship with Callen previously, would you care?”
Desdemona thought about it. “No, I wouldn’t. You’re probably right. But I loved him, and he just couldn’t love me back the way he needed to.”
Julian understood. “I’ve only worked with the Blackhawks a few times, but from what I’ve seen they are a pretty tight family. You can’t help who you love in life, and you can’t force others to feel what they don’t.”
It still hurt, and she was still angry about the entire damn thing. It just wasn’t fair that Elizabeth had scored both men.
“Want another drink?” he asked, smiling at her.
“Yeah, I think I do.”
“Way to let down your hair and have a good time, Doc!” he said, signaling to the waiter for another round.
* * *
Elizabeth strolled between the two men, her arms through theirs as they walked through the little town after dinner. The men had bought her dinner, and now they were going to get ice cream. It was a pleasant night all around, but then any night without the prospect of a dead body was a damn good night.
“Did you call dad?” Elizabeth inquired.
“Yes I did, baby. CJ was good today, and dad was thrilled to have him.”
“I’m just glad he’s distracted with my little man,” she said, sitting on the bench outside the ice cream place.
“The usual Elizabeth?” asked her husband, kissing her on the cheek.
“Yes Mr. Blackhawk.” Elizabeth watched her husband appreciatively as he wandered off to get her ice cream. She leaned against Callen and laid her head on his shoulder.
“You're tense, Cal, are you okay?” She asked knowing what had him all stirred up. “You know you don’t have to go through with it. Everything will stay the same.”
“What if I do go through with it and everything changes?” Callen finally said, watching his brother.
“I won’t think any less of you and neither will Ethan. He’s not worried about this, and you shouldn’t be either. If we get into bed and you can’t do it, then we turn the lights off, cuddle, and go to sleep.”
“I want you more than anything in the world. You make me a mess, and when I think about it my heart skips a beat. Right now I’m so hard I could shatter.”
Elizabeth pulled his lips down to hers and gave him a gentle kiss. “I want you, Callen.”
“Hey, someone told me dessert and then DESSERT.” Ethan Blackhawk sat beside her, handing her a scoop of chocolate, Callen mint chip and vanilla for himself.
“Callen’s nervous.”
“Then don’t do it until you're ready,” Ethan said, licking his cone. “No one’s pressuring you. I’m just enjoying a date night with the people I love. It’s no different than us on the couch watching a game and drinking beer. If you over think it, you’ll screw yourself up.”
Whitefox tried to relax and take his advice.
“I love you, Ethan,” she said, leaning over and kissing him. “Yummy, chocolate and vanilla go great together,” she said, winking.
Then, she leaned over to kiss Whitefox. “Oh, and look chocolate and mint chip go together too. Funny how that works. All different but work together in their own way.”
“Cornell, huh?” said Whitefox, laughing at her ice cream analogy.
“Son, don’t piss the woman off before sex, because now we both have the potential to suffer. After tonight, you’ll walk a mile barefoot over nails to do whatever she asks.”
Elizabeth snickered.
All three sat in silence, watching the other people in the town wander past them. Her head would go from Callen’s shoulder to her husband’s. When all three were finished with their cones, Elizabeth held both of their hands. Her fingers held protectively in Ethan’s and twined lovingly with Callen’s.
“Shall we go back to the bed and breakfast?” suggested Blackhawk.
“Can we mess with the woman at the front desk? I like just to see the look on her face. I’ll kiss you first, then you, and then back to you, and then...”
Whitefox laughed, helping Elizabeth into the Escalade. “She already thinks you’re having an illicit affair behind your husband’s back. As does Julian Littlemoon, our tech team, Desdemona and soon the rest of FBI West.”
“I’m such a hussy. It’s the price I have to pay to be a flagrant, wild, out of control woman with two hot men at her side.”
Blackhawk shrugged, winking at his wife as they drove back to the bed and breakfast. “Let them talk all they want. Private life is private, and if we don’t answer to any of the innuendos, rumors or comments then it won’t matter.”
Callen needed to know. “It won’t bother you both?”
Elizabeth grinned. “I have news for you both. If all the women in the lab find out I’m sleeping with the two sexiest men in the universe, I get revered status as goddess.”
Now, both men laughed.
“Plus, this will fry Christina’s ass, and I didn’t even plan it. See there is justice in the world to those that have exceptionally good Karma. Mine’s coming in the way of sexy men.”
Blackhawk found his wife entertaining. “I’m not bothered, Callen. Let them talk about me. I’m the boss, and I’ll ship them all to new offices.”
Elizabeth laughed now. “I like how you say you're the boss. Isn't it ‘we’re’ the bosses?”
He looked up in the mirror. “Watch this Callen,” he said, grinning. “You’re absolutely right baby; I lost my damn mind there for a second. What was I thinking? The world knows I’m just your slave and personal Native eye candy. You run the show and always will.”
“You get to be on the bottom.”
“Score!”
Whitefox laughed and knew what they were trying to accomplish. His family knew he was worried, and they were making jokes to alleviate his stress.
“You’re easy, Cowboy.”
“Have you seen my wife, Mrs. Blackhawk? Wi
th a woman like that, I want to be VERY easy and as often as possible.”
Elizabeth started laughing, as he pulled into the parking lot of the bed and breakfast.
“Why are you doing the scary laugh that makes me want to weep?” asked her husband.
“No reason, boys.” Elizabeth linked arms with them both, as they walked across the parking lot. She was still grinning.
“Oh shit, she’s planning something,” warned Whitefox. “Lyzee has the evil look on her face. This is going to be embarrassing and possibly painful.”
Elizabeth released their arms when the woman behind the counter looked up. “Hi, can I have a bottle of wine and three glasses?”
“Red or white?” she asked, staring incredulously.
“Boys?” she said, grinning.
Of course they each picked a different one.
“I’ll get you one of each,” she answered, returning with two bottles and three glasses.
“Thank you so much,” she replied, cheerfully. “Oh, do you have one of those little signs that says ‘do not disturb’?” she inquired, still smiling.
“Yes,” the woman squeaked, handing it over.
“Awesome. Have a good night.” Elizabeth said, grinning wickedly.
“You have a good night too.”
Now she drawled her answer as lecherously as she possibly could. “Hell yeah, we will.”
* * *
He crept into the empty house with just his penlight. He needed to find one thing, and then he could leave out the back door. It wasn’t hard to find the key. It was the same hiding trick the old woman used for years.
It was just tedious. Now he had the key for the long term and he’d come back every night the old lady was in the bayou until he found it.
He’d searched Desdemona’s house out west, and this house the night he took Cordelia’s life, and it wasn’t here. Maybe the last sister brought it back with her.
He looked around the room and there it was, sitting on the desk. He slid it into the bag and sealed it. Now it was going to disappear forever, and then the woman who had possession of it would be next.
Now that she read it, it was time to end her life too.
* * *
Elizabeth lay in bed beside her husband, as they waited on Callen to join them. He was obviously a nervous wreck over the evening’s plan.
“He’s scared Ethan,” she said, softly. “I hate seeing him this way.” Everything in her ached for the fear he had in his heart. It wasn’t the fear of sex, or sleeping with them. It was the fear of losing his family after the fact. It was crushing.
“Cal, you have fifteen seconds and then Elizabeth turns into a frigid ice queen. Hurry, so I can get laid sometime tonight!” Ethan started laughing, and then his wife elbowed him hard in the side.
Callen walked into the room and his face said it all. He was really terrified. Having sex was easy; Callen was a pro at that part and it was like riding a bicycle. You never forgot. It was the risks involved that petrified him.
“Okay, I can’t do this to him!” Elizabeth exclaimed, getting out of bed and rushing to him. “This shouldn’t be torture. Let’s forget it, cuddle, and sleep.” She took his hand in hers and led him to bed and pulled him down with her. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s just go to sleep. You’re not ready.”
Ethan turned off the light beside his side of the bed. “Night baby. Night Callen. See you in the morning.”
Elizabeth rolled over and kissed her husband goodnight, and then curled back against the other man. His body was completely tense, and she thought he was going to break into a million pieces. She felt her husband nudge her on the hip, and she slid against his brother’s body more. “Callen, can I have a kiss goodnight?”
He moved to her lips and gently began kissing her. Gradually, he deepened the kiss, and moved his hands to hold her against him, until she was lying across his chest. God, it was heaven and so amazing. Slowly, the fear slipped away and calm ebbed into him.
Elizabeth’s hands slid up to his hair and she used it to hold him to her mouth. The kiss was deep and took what she wanted, and yet shared what she felt for Callen. Slowly, she coaxed the need from him and to the surface, giving him reassurance that everything would be fine.
Callen felt like he was drowning in the woman lying over him. She was like heaven, as he wanted to wrap her around his body forever. When her hands started wandering, he moaned in completely pleasure. It was like his dream, just better because it was completely real and perfect.
She was perfect.
Breaking away from the kiss, Elizabeth looked down into his eyes. “Do you want me to stop or continue?”
“Please, I need you tonight. Don’t ever stop.”
Elizabeth slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses. They were gentle ones that heated his flesh and scorched his blood. When she reached the top of his drawstring pants, he felt her slowly pull the string, setting him free to her hands. When she took him in her mouth, Callen arched and thought that he’d found complete and total nirvana. Then came the unexpected, Elizabeth began the torture by using her teeth. It stole a gasp from his mouth.
Nothing in his life felt this heavenly. He never wanted it to end. Now he knew the difference between lust and love. He never knew before, and it overwhelmed him to the point that he would have wept, if it didn’t feel so amazing.
When she slid back up his body, Callen felt bereft that she had stopped making love to him with her mouth. But then, it was replaced with something even more amazing. Elizabeth straddled him, sliding him deep within her body as she perched above him.
“Jesus,” he muttered as he adjusted to the feel of being buried in her. “Now I know why Ethan’s always smiling.”
Blackhawk started laughing, as he watched his wife make love to his brother. He’d like to think that he was being a saint, but his body was so completely tight that he wanted to grab her and take her then and there. All that prevented him was the worry he’d freak Callen out and scare him.
Elizabeth pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it to the floor. Staring down at the man beneath her, it was odd to not be looking down at her husband during sex. Once she swore he’d be the only man she’d ever make love to, but this didn’t feel wrong at all. It felt calm and Elizabeth’s heart skipped in her chest. Glancing over at her husband, she knew that he was ready to pounce. The tension was across his body. When she finished with his brother, Ethan was going to be completely out of control.
The idea heated her blood.
“Can Ethan join us, Cal?” she asked, softly.
“Yes please,” he said quickly. He was busy running his hands up her body, touching what had always been off limits. Elizabeth’s skin was so smooth and glowed in the moonlight from their window.
Blackhawk was naked in less than six seconds and kneeling beside his wife. She took his erection in her hand and began stroking the hard length of him and at the same time began riding the man beneath her.
“Oh God,” moaned Whitefox, as the most beautiful woman in the world slid up and down his body and gave him such amazing pleasure. His hands stopped wandering and held Elizabeth’s hips, guiding her.
Looking at her husband, she grinned wickedly. “What do you want, Ethan?” The words came out in a seductive purr and both men moaned at the sound.
“Your mouth, Elizabeth. You know I love your mouth,” he answered, instantly feeling her lips encase him and begin the worshipping. As she slid down his brother’s erection, she swallowed him and ran her teeth up and down the length of him. It was making him crazy, as it always did, and then add that she was riding his brother at the same time. Who knew that the visual and the actual reality would make him this wild?
“Elizabeth, I’m not going to last,” mumbled Whitefox.
She broke free from her husband’s body briefly. “I’m not done with you, Cowboy. Give me a second.”
Elizabeth returned her focus to the man beneath her, and dragging him up to meet her mouth w
ith his. His hands pulled her down harder, as he enjoyed the feel of her clenching around his body.
Callen broke the kiss, feeling her start to quake and shake around him. Looking up into her eyes, he saw nothing but love, and it made him slip and his control broke. Elizabeth slammed down harder and whispered his name, as he erupted and she shattered.
“Oh Christ,” he mumbled, laying his head against Elizabeth’s chest, as she wrapped her arms around him and just held him to her.
Everything refocused.
Elizabeth giggled, and then saw the look of sheer lust on her husband’s face.
“Are you ready for me, Elizabeth?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. Sheer need and lust was driving him, as everything in him said take and conquer the woman they were sharing.
“Yes Ethan,” she answered softly, as he pulled her across the bed and against his body. Their mouths crashed and the world spun as she found herself on the bottom, beneath her husband. Already, his erection was buried deep within her body.
“Take all of me, Elizabeth,” Ethan practically growled, before he began his invasion. He took her so hard that it ripped a gasp from his brother’s lips as he watched.
Callen observed in amazement as Ethan buried himself repeatedly into her body, and Elizabeth met each of his thrusts willingly. As his brother pillaged her mouth, Callen’s body began coming back alive at the idea that he could take Elizabeth this wildly, and she’d enjoy it with him too.
He enjoyed rough sex and always had. Apparently, he and his brother had a lot in common in bed too. Callen missed it when he was with Desdemona; she wasn’t a fan of the wildness and roughness. Now hope welled up in him that the pleasure could return, and he could be completely himself with her.
Elizabeth gasped as her body heated and tightened and her husband pulled an orgasm from her easily, and yet she knew he wouldn’t be done. He’d want more, need more. He was wild and out of control.
Ethan pummeled her and still it wasn’t enough. “I need more, baby,” he whispered. He pulled completely from her body , rolled her to her stomach, and then pulled her to her knees.
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