Darkness Of Truth (An FBI/Romance Thriller~ Book 6)

by Kelley, Morgan

  Callen enjoyed watching Elizabeth torturing his brother with the kiss. It meant one thing. He was next. Quickly, he too began removing his clothes, in hopes she’d slide over into his lap and take him for a ride.

  Elizabeth ran her nails down the front of Ethan’s body, across the tattoo she loved, and down his muscled abs. “You’re next, Cal,” she said, jumping over to his lap. His hair was free and slid down his shoulders and chest. “I want you, Callen,” she whispered, as the man hungrily pulled her mouth to his. The kiss was deep, plundering and full of lust.

  Blackhawk stood, stripping out of the rest of his clothes. Reaching over to his wife, he pulled the silky material from her body, forcing a break in the kiss.

  Callen moaned, dropping his head back as his woman rubbed against the erection hardening between them. Christ, it was heaven and hell in a pretty little package.

  “Get naked, Callen,” she ordered, moving off his lap. “Ethan, stand behind the couch, Elizabeth directed. He didn’t hesitate in the least. When her focus was back on Callen, she found him already stripped and back in his spot.

  “Please ride me,” he whimpered as his body was ready to break from the tightness. “I want to feel you on me. It’s been days and I need it,” Callen begged like a junkie needing his fix. This woman was his addiction.

  Ethan moved to stand behind Callen, his body so close to his, knowing what was coming. “I want your mouth on me, Elizabeth. Now!” he ordered, feeling the need to be in control.

  She grinned wickedly, climbing back onto the one man’s lap and pulling the G-string aside. “I aim to please, boys,” she answered, sliding one mate deep into her body, while she pressed herself against Callen to pleasure the other with her lips.

  Both men groaned in desire and lust. Elizabeth slid up and down one man, while the other she worked frenetically with her oral skills. Callen controlled the depth with his hands on her hips, and Ethan his hands in her hair. They took what they wanted, as she offered up her body for total enjoyment.

  Callen shook beneath her, and wasn’t going to make it much longer.

  “Angel, I’m really close,” he whispered, eyes closed, as he was afraid to watch her pleasure his brother that close to his body. She was devouring Ethan, inches from his ear and the sounds were making him crazy. Callen was a man ready to fall off the edge.

  Elizabeth slipped her husband from her mouth, continuing to use her hand to slide up and down his hardening erection. “I’ll be back, Ethan,” she purred. With her free hand she buried it in Callen’s hair, painfully offering him what made him wild. Her mouth taunted and teased his, as he quaked buried in her body.

  Blackhawk moaned watching her ride Callen and stroke him. The pleasure was hard to control as it threatened to hold him under. “Baby, finish him off, I need to be in you,” he muttered, trying to not focus on the scene before him.

  She slammed down hard against Callen’s erection and his body vibrated. It was when she bit his lower lip, the orgasm ripped through both of their bodies. Callen exploded deep in her, pulling her over with him.

  “Angel,” he moaned, holding her tight against his groin as pleasure overwhelmed him, wave after wave.

  Elizabeth’s hand faltered, and Ethan groaned, desperate for his own release. After watching her and his brother, he was beyond wild. “I need you now,” he hissed, ready to pounce to get to his woman.

  Ethan vaulted the couch, physically pulling Elizabeth from his brother’s body, as he slammed his mouth to hers, seeking the pleasure. Blackhawk was barely in control, as need threatened to pull him under.

  Callen’s eyes tracked the motion of his woman being pulled from him, and then forced back against him roughly. There was barely time to allow himself to float back to awareness, before Ethan had her trapped against his body, as he continued his oral assault.

  The three of them were connected, sharing the woman between them.

  She moaned as he thrust into her, sandwiching her between both of her men. Callen cradled her against him, a reminder of what his body had just enjoyed, as Ethan’s took what he now demanded. Hands slid, explored and found pleasure. When Callen stroked her already sensitive nipples the next wave of pleasure hit, and forced her to shatter.

  Ethan enjoyed the way she tightened down around him, luring him to the edge. Breaking the kiss, his brother took over, pillaging her mouth with his own. It was tongue and teeth, and Ethan was up close and getting quite the show.

  If anything, he was wilder, hungrier and needing so much more. Every time they came together, he waited for the lust and want to lessen but it only grew- always threatening to consume him.

  Elizabeth was very aware of the two men exploring her body. Callen explored, fingers finding just the right spot and forcing her again to the edge of the abyss.

  Blackhawk concentrated on his wife and brother, when her hand traveled up into his hair and offered him that brief flash of pain, it was all it too much.

  It consumed him in a fiery wave of need.

  With Callen’s fingers pushing her over, he swallowed her scream as Ethan slammed into her one last time, letting go of everything to find the pleasure.

  “God!” he muttered, trying not to crush her beneath him, as the room spun and his head began pounding.

  Callen braced him, keeping him from crushing Elizabeth and the baby.

  “Sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, laying his head on his brother’s shoulder as the room stopped spinning.

  Elizabeth was alarmed. “Ethan, are you okay?” she asked, touching his face.

  “Mmmm hmmmm,” he stated, barely audibly. Slipping from her body, he pushed off both of them, lying back against the other side of the couch. “Blood rushed to my head, that’s all” he said, keeping his eyes closed.

  Elizabeth crawled off of Callen and kneeled between his legs. “Concussion?” Now there was guilt that she never thought that it might be too much for him. “You’re taking it easy for a couple days,” she stated.

  Callen knelt beside him on the floor, agreeing with her as he rested his palm beside Elizabeth’s on his chest. Ethan’s heart pounded rapidly, and it worried him.

  “I’m okay, it was just that last couple of seconds that hurt,” he offered, opening his eyes. “I swear.”

  Elizabeth examined the blue black pupils, and they reacted normally. “Next time you get to relax, and he can do the work,” she said, pointing at his brother.

  “Hey!” Callen started laughing. “He has a headache. Let’s not baby him too much.”

  Blackhawk grinned. “You won’t hear me complain,” he winked salaciously at Elizabeth.

  Elizabeth kissed him slowly, enjoying the moment with him. “I love you, Mr. Blackhawk,” she whispered lovingly, stroking her fingers down his cheek and gazing into his eyes. The love between them was shared in that simple look, as it always would be. From day one, they’d had that unbreakable bond of soul mates.

  “You’re my heart,” he answered, placing his hand on the baby bump between them. He offered her comfort, and also some for his brother. Elizabeth was a smart woman, and not for one second did he believe that she didn't know the pregnancy affected him. If anything, she’d been more gentle with him, loving and willing to share her love. She always knew, and for that Ethan was grateful.

  “I can’t wait to hold you, EJ. I love you too,” Ethan said, lovingly stroking the bump.

  Callen’s eyes filled with tears, as he mouthed ‘I love you’ over her shoulder to his brother.

  Ethan grinned back, knowing that their bond as brothers would hold up under the weight of anything they came up against.

  Because their love was indestructible.

  * * *

  Standing above the bound man, he shook his head in disgust. “You brought this on us, William, with your poaching off the Rez. Because of your stupidity, you led the Feds and the outsiders to our doorstop. Now you must pay for your sins.”

  William Boyd struggled to get free from his bindings. When the man came
to his secret place, he should have suspected something, and ignorance was his downfall.

  Only so many people knew where he hid out.

  He’d been betrayed.

  The man added the herbs to the fire and allowed the smoke to fill the air. It was risky doing the ritual here, but the other location could be watched. This was his best option.

  Breathing in the fragrant smoke, he pulled out his knife and tested the tip. It had been sharpened earlier today, and would remove the skin easily. Then he’d wear it, taking in the man’s energy and making it his.

  William fought to get his arms free, as the knife moved close to his heart.

  “Hold still, William. If I miss you’ll suffer. I don’t want to see that happen. I may be taking your life, but I’ll still show mercy.”

  The captive fought harder to gain freedom. When the knife arced through the air, the metal glinting in the firelight, he knew his time was done.

  The first strike missed its target, and he lived.

  “I told you to not move, William,” he tried again, this time finding the sweet spot right into the center of the heart.

  William stopped moving, as life slowly leached from his body into the dirt. Waiting, the man had nothing but patience. The FBI wouldn’t be out here until dawn at least, and wouldn’t they be surprised?

  As death came, the man danced around the fire, sprinkling more herbs into the flame and reveling in the power of his ancestors.

  It all mattered.

  He’d just proved that in death there was life.

  ~ Chapter Seven ~

  Middle of the night

  Elizabeth was jolted awake by the motion. It took a few second to realize what was happening. Inside her the laughter bubbled up, threatening to break free. She reached for Callen, shaking his arm to get his attention. “Cal, hurry wake up,” she whispered into the darkened room.

  He was alert, sitting up in seconds, and reaching for his gun. “What is it?” he hissed in alarm, ready to protect the mother of his child at any cost.

  Blackhawk was also awake and reaching for his sidearm.

  Elizabeth started laughing. “Quick, give me your hand,” she said, placing it on her belly. “Your son is awake and moving. He wants your attention,” she added.

  Callen was completely enthralled. Until that moment, Elizabeth was the only one that could feel him. “Oh, EJ,” he whispered, already in love with his child. “Daddy’s here.”

  Ethan watched his brother. He was happy for him and moved by the emotion in his eyes. Oh, how he remembered it well.

  She laughed as the baby responded by furiously kicking at the man. “The bad news is he’s a night owl.”

  “I’ll get up with him every night,” he answered, unwilling to miss a single second of it. “I can sleep when he’s older.”

  Blackhawk grinned, recalling having the same conversation and then begging after three weeks to be let out of it. Why burst the man’s bubble? This was his moment.

  Callen placed a kiss on her belly, glancing up at his brother. Immediately, he took his hand and placed it beside his own. “Our child is amazing,” he whispered, tears sliding down his face.

  Blackhawk was moved beyond words. “Yeah, Cal, our child most certainly is.”

  Lying back on the bed, Elizabeth watched the two men in her life come together over the small little Whitefox that she was growing in her body. This was why she loved them both with everything in her. All the times that they believed they were the lucky ones, they were wrong.

  Both of the men, delicately embracing the new life growing deep in her body made her the fortunate one in the family.

  “This is the best wake up I’ll ever get at night,” he stated with absolute certainty.

  “I love you both,” Elizabeth whispered, emotion swamping her. “More than you’ll ever know.”

  Both men curled against her, their heads beside her chest and their hands protectively resting over the newest member of their family.

  To all three of them, there was nothing more enjoyable than watching life blossom. When you lived with death, the tiniest spark of happiness meant the most.

  * * *

  Thursday early Morning

  As the alarm softly went off on the nightstand, Tori slipped from their bed excitedly. Pulling on the clothes she placed on the floor, she dressed hurriedly.

  Today was the day, and she could barely contain herself from the giddiness threatening to break free.

  After everything in her life, waking this last time would be the final thread that held her between her world and Julian’s. After this morning, Tori would be free to offer everything the man sleeping peacefully beside her. It was going to be cathartic to sign the papers, get the check and return home.

  Home.

  God, that sentence alone made her want to explode into outrageous fits of giggles. Growing up, never had that word meant anything. To an Army brat that traveled around so much, a place to belong meant the world. More than that, it was all about Julian Littlemoon. The man that saved her was all that mattered anymore. She’d walk over hot coals to repay him for rescuing her. Without him, she’d be a shell of a human being. Because of him, Tori was alive again.

  Reborn.

  Renewed.

  Resurrected.

  And finally coming home.

  Tori’s heart soared in love and peace, knowing that the soldier wasn’t lost anymore, but found everything that she’d earned in life. This man was her redemption and salvation all in one.

  “I’ll be back, Julian. I love you so damn much,” she whispered, dropping a gentle kiss to his cheek.

  Hustling out of the bedroom, she raced to the coffeepot to make him some coffee and scribble a note. Once she was done, Tori grabbed her keys and raced out the door to get on the road.

  This was the beginning of it all.

  Julian watched her from the window of his bedroom. Dialing his brother, he alerted him. “She’s heading straight for you, Justin. Don’t lose her.” The anger was palpable in his voice, especially how happy she seemed leaving him.

  “Bro, she isn’t Tina. Don’t do this to her,” he warned, hoping to get through to the irate man. “There has to be a mistake or a miscommunication. Tori wouldn’t play you like this.”

  Julian didn’t doubt that for a second. “The mistake was believing she loved me and was fixable. I gave her all I had and she betrayed me.”

  His brother had that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Being a soldier, he’d learned to rely on his gut to keep him alive. Maybe because his brother was so wrapped up in anger he didn't see it all clearly.

  But he did.

  “Jules, man- you need to think this through. Once I do this, it’s all over. You can’t go back and undo it.”

  “You’re my brother, and I need your help. Are you going to make me track her myself and find her wrapped around another guy?”

  Justin sighed in frustration. “Okay, Julian. I sincerely hope you know what you’re doing by opening Pandora’s Box.”

  “I do.”

  Again, Justin’s gut raged, trying to get his attention. “I’ll send you pictures as soon as I have anything.”

  With that, Julian hung up the phone, grateful he had family to fall back on and get him through all this. Maybe he’d let his sisters kick the shit out of Tori for breaking his heart.

  It might serve her right.

  At the smell of coffee, he wandered into the kitchen. It was there he found the note from her.

  Jules,

  I love you! I had to run back to Damascus to

  handle some business. I miss you already.

  Xoxoxxoxo

  Victoria

  He simply crumbled it up and threw it into the garbage. His heart crushed at the words, and the sheer darkness of truth in it all.

  Love didn't exist, and he was nothing but a fool.

  * * *

  Elizabeth sat in the office on the Rez waiting for the chief of police to roll in for the da
y. It was hard to not be in a good mood, since both men in her life had worked out their issue and the baby made his debut movements earlier. The only thing that was incredibly irritating was the chief of police being late.

  “Rez time isn’t Fed time,” stated Callen, knowing what it was like. When he was the chief sometimes he didn’t roll in until the afternoon.

  At the sound of footsteps, everyone looked up expectantly at the door, only to find Julian and not Longtree.

  The man entered and dropped into a chair, saying nothing.

  Blackhawk lifted a questioning brow, and nodded over at the man. “You okay, Julian?” he asked, cautiously. The man’s face was completely blank, but the energy he was giving off was another story.

  “I’m fucking fabulous.”

  Now he had everyone’s attention. One of the things they all enjoyed about working with Julian was that he generally remained at an even keel. It took a lot to get him to freak out or lose control. That meant only one thing…

  This was woman related.

  Elizabeth was about to comment and ask if it had something to do with Tori going home for a couple of hours, but Chief Longtree entered the room at that moment. It figured. Great timing when they didn’t want him there. It was going to have to wait now. They were all on duty again.

  He stopped in the doorway. “It’s not often that I walk into my office and find it this full of Feds. What’s going on?”

  Elizabeth crossed her legs, leaning back in the chair. “You told me yesterday that William Boyd had a secret place to hide. Did you not?”

  He shrugged. “I told you because it’s not really that big of a secret. Anyone that’s chased him for drunken disorderly knows that’s where he heads to hide out.”

  Ethan picked it up then. “So basically the entire police department knows that he has a bunker of sorts.”

  Again, Longtree shrugged. “Yeah, why? What’s going on that I’m getting the third degree? I’ve been completely forthright with you agents. Why do I feel like I’m being interrogated in some secret federal crime conspiracy?”