Deep Dark Mire (An FBI Romance Thriller ~ book four)

by Kelley, Morgan

  Elizabeth arched into him, as his lips began wandering down her throat leaving a trail of intimate kisses across her flesh.

  Callen never felt anything so amazing in his life. Her skin was creamy and so silky, he just couldn’t get enough of the woman beneath him. He slid lower, removing the very sexy lace panties, and found the ultimate prize. Whitefox dove in to enjoy the way she tasted.

  “Callen,” she gasped, as his mouth did incredibly wild things to tease and torment her. The man had some excellent oral skills.

  Like brother, like brother.

  He drove her to the edge, and then pulled back to slide back up her body.

  “I want to feel you explode around me. It’s the most amazing feeling. When I’m in you, I feel like I’m home,” he whispered in her ear, and felt a rush of heat when she opened for him. He probed and found the right angle and slid deep. It was a slow silky slide into her body, and it took everything to not lose it right there.

  She moaned as Callen began moving and found the perfect pace.

  “God Elizabeth, you feel so damn right,” he whispered, working them both into a frenzy. When she was close, he watched her tumble into the abyss. Callen stopped moving just to enjoy the way her body tried to lure him over. “I don’t want this to ever stop,” he whispered, and then started moving again. He loved how she met him stroke for stroke, tipping her hips so he could have full access to her body.

  “Callen,” she moaned, as he pushed her close again, and this time she refused to fall without him. Pulling him down to her mouth she took her time making him crazy with the way she kissed him. His body shook, his breath caught, and then he felt her quake again, and this time Callen let it pull him over with her, because if felt so right. As the world spun dizzily, he laid his body protectively over hers and nuzzled her throat with his lips.

  “Yeah, you’re the one,” he spoke softly, into her ear. “My only for the rest of my life.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears at his words. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she said, running her hands down his back and shoulders and finding her initials tattooed there.

  Callen pushed up off her body, and looked down into her eyes. “I mean it. There will only ever be you. No one can ever fill my heart. I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my life if you let me. The ring is my promise to you that I’ll always love you, Elizabeth.”

  She sniffled and the tears rolled down her cheeks, and the man lying above her kissed them away. “You never have to leave, Callen. You belong here,” she touched her heart with her fingertips, and then touched her lips to his heart.

  “I’ll never leave now that I’ve found a home.”

  Elizabeth laid gentle kisses across his face and stopped on his lips. “Welcome home, my love.”

  His breath caught in his chest, and he couldn’t believe his luck. Never had anyone used the words ‘my love’ to describe him before. His heart tripped in his chest. “We better be getting back in, or Ethan will be sending out a search party,” he answered, kissing her again, and then breaking away to look into her eyes. He was still astounded that she was letting him experience something so magical in his life.

  Elizabeth grinned as he reached down and helped her up to her feet, and gently helped dress her, so she wouldn’t have to use her sore shoulder. He was a gentleman just like her husband. Yeah, lucky girl indeed, and now she was able to go see the other sweet man in her life.

  “I’ll never forget this night.”

  “Me either. For the record, I wouldn’t tell Ethan.”

  Whitefox looked suddenly worried. “Is he going to be mad?” Maybe he wasn’t supposed to have sex with her alone, only as a threesome. Well hell, he never thought about that possibility.

  “He might be pissed if he knew we were having sex by an alligator infested pond.” Elizabeth started giggling at the look on his face. “Yeah, there’s glowing eyes,” she said, laughing as he jumped into his pants really fast and grabbed her hand.

  “Let’s get the hell out of here!” He dragged her back through the grove of trees, pulling on his shoes as he ran, which earned him more laughter.

  They came out of the trees and stopped. The tech team was just getting out of the Denali not far from where they were and Callen pulled her back into the cover of the dark.

  “Oh shit, if we get caught they’re going to know we were having sex in the grove,” whispered Whitefox. He turned around and the snuck around the tree line.

  Elizabeth was laughing and he was covering her mouth.

  “Shhhhhh!” Callen tossed a rock at their room window. It slid open, and his brother stared out grinning. Whitefox pointed towards the parking lot, and he nodded understanding. “Climb the tree,” he ordered her, slapping her on the ass as she giggled.

  “Come on baby, you can do it,” urged her husband from above.

  Elizabeth snickered and began the climb, working her way to the top. “I find one snake in this tree, I’m screaming like a girl, tech team or not,” she whispered. Once close enough to her husband, he pulled her into their room and held her against his body.

  Blackhawk pulled the grass from her hair, and kissed her on the cheek, and she turned her head and kissed him back, this time slow and full of love.

  Whitefox hopped through the room and laughed. “I think we avoided being seen.” He took her outstretched hand, and she pulled him against the back of her, so she was between them both. “We almost got busted.”

  Ethan kissed his wife on her neck. “I was going to come look for you,” he continued kissing. “Or come join you.” He knew his brother needed some time to work through it with his wife, and he was willing to give them space.

  “I’m going to go pick up some pizza and beer,” offered Whitefox. “Dad, can I borrow the Escalade?” he teased.

  “Yes, but if mom and I don’t answer the door, you know why.” He dug the keys out of his pocket and kissed his wife, slow and deep.

  “I’m going to be scarred for life,” he retorted, laughing. He leaned over and kissed Elizabeth on the side of the face. “Then again, I can’t blame you. Mom is hot!”

  “Yeah she is,” Blackhawk mumbled, running his hands across her back and holding her tight against his body.

  “I’ll be back,” he said, walking out the door of their room whistling.

  Out in the hall were the techs, heading into their rooms.

  Christina watched him carefully, and then shook her head. “Director Whitefox?”

  “Yeah?” He stopped beside her at her door.

  She went up on her toes to whisper in his ear, and then began laughing as he pulled off his shirt and turned it right side out.

  “Thanks Christina,” he said, grinning and walking away. The whistling continued, as he smiled to himself.

  The head tech stared at the tattoo on his shoulder before it disappeared beneath the shirt, and it indeed had a heart with the letters EB delicately tattooed in the center.

  Very curious indeed.

  * * *

  Callen picked up the pizza and two six packs of beer before heading back to the room. It was hard to not be in a really great mood. He’d made love to the most beautiful woman in the world, climbed a tree behind her, and now they were going to have pizza and beer.

  As he climbed out of the Escalade at the bed and breakfast, Callen swore he heard his name. Turning to look, no one was there. There was just a light breeze and a tinkle of wind chimes in the distance. Whitefox closed his eyes and just stood motionless, smiling at the little connection.

  “Yeah, Granddad, I found love. I mauled her just to make you proud,” Callen answered back to no one particularly.

  When Whitefox opened his eyes, the smile was bigger, the path was clearer, and he was at peace.

  It had to be a sign- one where his grandfather gave him his blessing. The ring was where it belonged, and now finally so was his heart.

  * * *

  The brothers and Elizabeth worked in their room, at the bed an
d breakfast, reading through the scanned copies of the journal. It was a good thing that Ethan was a control freak, making sure everything was micromanaged to death. If not they wouldn’t have the copies of the book, now that the original was missing.

  Elizabeth sat up, from lying on her stomach only to find both men staring at her lecherously.

  “Come on! Seriously?” she laughed. “I’m just reading the journal. I didn’t say or do anything.”

  Ethan had his way with his wife while his brother was picking up the pizza, and he was thinking about it again. She had stirred his body, just by silently reading and drinking a beer. “Then you better distract us with something in those papers,” Blackhawk replied, winking.

  “Yeah, talk journal to me, I might be able to focus for a few minutes. Weren’t your toes painted blue the other day? How’d they get to be hot pink?”

  Elizabeth laughed. “Oh my God! You’re memorizing my toenail polish color?” she laughed, finishing her beer. “That’s kinda creepy, Cal.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows. “I like toes, don’t judge. You have a husband and a boyfriend, who are brothers. Who are you to talk?”

  Now his brother started laughing. “I have to say that Callen has a very valid point there, baby.”

  “Okay, focus boys. I found a few references to a Mr. Sexy. No name listed, and I’m reading these chronologically. I’ll let you know if he pops up again.”

  “Mmmm hmmm,” Blackhawk answered, non-committedly. Something else had his focus, and it was that her toes were a really sexy color pink. “When did you paint them?” he inquired, and then his gaze slid up her body.

  “Ethan!” Now Elizabeth was laughing. “You’re Mr. Control, find some!” she scolded, laughing more.

  “I love when you're barefoot in the kitchen in the girly aprons making me breakfast,” he said, honestly. “Turns me on and makes it hard to think straight.”

  “I can’t think when she sits between us on the couch and puts her feet in my lap. I had to start using a pillow under them, for obvious reasons,” added Whitefox, winking.

  “Oh my God!”

  “I walked out of here with my shirt inside out,” confessed Callen. “Then Christina noticed and warned me so I could fix it.”

  Elizabeth laughed and found that funny. “You made her night. You know she was checking out your ink and right now, she’s thinking about you. I can hear the sexy Indian fantasies from here.”

  “Oh, you're entertained are you?” Callen reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of lacy panties. “You left these outside, and they are definitely girly and incredibly sexy. I may keep them to remember the night.”

  Elizabeth was outraged. “Give them back!” She jumped off the bed.

  Blackhawk laughed, as she tried to get them back and his brother eluded her, finally luring her right where he wanted her.

  “Callen! Give them back!” Elizabeth knocked him onto the bed, victoriously pulling them out of his hand.

  Whitefox laughed pulling her down with him and cradled her gently above him. “Oh no, you seem to have overpowered me and won,” he whispered in her ear. Both glanced over as the bed shifted and Ethan moved in behind her. Now Elizabeth was trapped between them.

  “Really? Come on! You two are going to wear me out,” she said, laughing as hands started wandering and she forgot what she was thinking. “Ethan! Callen!” she protested, and then nearly lost her mind, trapped between two of the sexiest men in the world.

  Finally, she gave in and let them have their way with her.

  This time she’d take one for the team.

  ~ Chapter Twelve ~

  Wednesday Morning

  Morning arrived quickly and the Blackhawk boys came awake at relatively the same time. Both stared at the woman they were madly in love with while she slept.

  Elizabeth lay between them on her stomach, breathing slowly and not moving. Exhaustion had come and taken her deep into sleep, and neither man was willing to disturb her.

  Blackhawk stretched, grinning because for once he was awake before her, and had the opportunity to just watch her rest peacefully. Normally, he’d enjoy waking her from her slumber with slow easy love making. Honestly, if he tried that this morning, he believed she’d kill him as painfully as possible. They’d kept her awake late into the night breaking the rule Elizabeth tried to impose regarding the one a.m. cutoff time.

  Yeah, it didn’t happen.

  Glancing at his brother, Ethan motioned to the one bathroom, only to have his brother nod and point to the other bathroom. Next on the priority list was coffee. Blackhawk gestured at his watch and held up both hands symbolizing ten minutes and pointed down.

  Whitefox understood completely. Ethan wanted to talk downstairs over coffee, so Elizabeth could catch up on some sleep and be undisturbed.

  Slowly sliding out of bed to not disturb Elizabeth, he finally got free of her leg and hair. When she didn’t move, he let out the breath he was holding. Callen covered her naked body with the blanket and stepped back to observe the room. It was totally and completely wrecked. There were clothes strewn haphazardly all over the place from the frenetic stripping, before they both took Elizabeth to bed.

  Housekeeping was going to think they had some wild out of control sex orgy. Then Whitefox snickered, because it pretty much said it all.

  Moving a pizza box off the floor and onto the table, he wandered naked to the shower to enjoy the memories of the night. Whatever it was that he did to get this lucky, he prayed it never ended. Callen was a damn happy camper. It wasn’t only Elizabeth, but also his brother. Both men were always glued at the hip, but now he felt a closeness to him that he never thought was possible.

  How did you say thank you to a man who was sharing the center of his life?

  You didn’t.

  Things like this just didn’t happen to him. His life had been horrific as a child, and he never believed there’d be such peace and tranquility. Whitefox now owed his brother everything. Without the absolute love he’d been offered, he’d be lost in the world.

  Callen not only won the woman lottery, he won the brother lottery. Yes, he missed their grandfather, but Elizabeth and Ethan Blackhawk had filled the hole with unconditional love.

  Finishing his shower, he dried off and stared at himself in the mirror. A simple Native man had been given a second chance to redeem himself in life and love.

  Then he thought about Desdemona, and how he’d once thought she’d be enough. Part of him was sorry he couldn’t offer her what she needed, but his heart just wanted what it wanted. Settling wasn’t going to be an option in his life anymore. It couldn’t be now that love found its way in and gave him hope.

  It was funny. Since the moment he’d seen her walking towards him in the lobby of FBI west, his heart just knew. No matter what Callen tried to do to assuage it, persuade it or deny it, love at first sight happened. For once in his life everything was perfect and he still couldn’t believe it.

  Dressing he glanced down at his watch, noticing he was right on time. Stepping out, Callen couldn’t help but be drawn to the doorway to watch her sleep in bed. Elizabeth was a dark angel.

  His angel.

  Her body lay prone in the bed, still unmoving from when he left her side ten minutes ago. Both hands were free, and he assumed that was an FBI thing. Callen noticed that his brother also never slept with his hands trapped, in case he needed to get to his gun. Long curls lay across her back and body, all the way to where the blanket met at the small of her back. One of his favorite things was her hair. The way he woke with it tangled around him intimately, like tendrils holding him to her. At that moment he wanted to go to her and run his fingers down the long silky curls and take in their spicy scent.

  Cinnamon and nutmeg.

  Elizabeth reminded him of Christmas. Callen wouldn’t ever be able to smell the spiciness of the holidays and not think of her. Then again she was a present in his life, and he couldn’t be happier that he got to unwrap her daily.


  Wow! He had it bad but in this case, that was perfectly acceptable. Nothing ever felt this right. Elizabeth was ideal for him in every way.

  Ethan stood in the bathroom doorway observing his brother, as he watched Elizabeth sleep. The look on the man’s face said it all, and he grinned recalling having the same look a few times himself too. For a while he’d worried that Callen wouldn’t adjust to them being a family, since he’d had a tough life growing up. But now all the worries were gone, as he watched him staring at Elizabeth. If anything, Callen was more gentle with her, and that he appreciated. Sometimes he forgot that she was fragile, and he knew she’d be protected if anything ever happened to him.

  Was it a morbid thought? Yes, but in their line of work there was always that chance. Tony Magnus’s words continued to replay in his mind. Maybe sharing a woman was genetically bred into his DNA, or maybe it had everything to do with their job and his brother. On day one, you signed your name on a form acknowledging that you could die. The FBI handed you Kevlar, a Glock, and papers telling you how to fill out your life insurance and will. Maybe like the warriors before him, Callen was his life insurance policy. Not for monetary purposes, but just in case he didn’t make it home one day. Ethan knew that Callen would make sure Elizabeth and his child would be taken care of, and as a man that was his primary directive.

  Protect his woman and child.

  Now as a warrior facing daily battles, he could breathe a little easier. He had one less thing to worry about in life, as the man admiring his wife in silence was fully cemented into their circle. Yes, he control freaked everything in life, but this was the most important thing. Now he could relax knowing that everything would be handled if for some reason he were to lose his life.