When he grinned at her, holding one puppy under each arm, like a rag doll, her heart melted. Glancing over at Ethan, she took his face in her palms. “You remembered your promise to me.”
“I did, and one is from me, and the other Callen. We figured why just have half a hovel for a home, when two dogs could destroy it all.”
She laughed and jumped on him. “I was wondering if you would remember!”
“Of course I did. In fact, those puppies are from the same parents as Rex.”
She actually squealed and faced the other man.
Callen accepted the exuberant kisses next, as she bounced all over him. “I think you need to name them, yet.”
She stared at her son kissing the puppies as he mimicked her actions, only on the dogs.
From the background, she heard Bly yell, “Call them ‘Filthy’ and ‘Mess’.
“I could name them ‘You’re’ and ‘Fired’,” she suggested, not willing to let the bitter woman ruin her night.
That made Wyler grin as he tried to hold in a chuckle.
“I already know their names,” she said, pointing at the all black one. “He’s Kanje and the brown one is Sungila.”
Both men were touched.
Wyler approved. “I love it. It looks like we kept the tradition alive with another raven and fox. That’s perfect. Now, when they come home, they can clean up after their name sake.”
“We have something else to tell you, Dad,” Elizabeth said, grinning. When he simply stared at them, she dropped the bomb. “We’re having another baby!”
He was up out of his seat and dancing around like a loon. It did all of their hearts good to see that he was so happy.
“I can’t believe that I get another grandbaby! Keep them coming!” he demanded, happily. “The more the merrier!”
Bly made a comment from the background.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” Elizabeth reassured. We can get you more help, and it will someone with a better attitude.”
It shut Bly Cocheta up fast.
Before anyone could add more to the conversation, in walked Cyra and Chris holding hands and smiling at each other.
“Look at my new babies,” Elizabeth said, excitedly.
“We know. I’m your new trainer,” Cyra said. “I’ll have them acting like Rex in no time.”
Something crashed back at home and Bly started cursing. All three of them, including Wyler, laughed.
“I don’t want them to stop tormenting Bly,” whispered Elizabeth. “Can you make sure that doesn’t change?”
Cyra laughed. “I can try.”
“I don’t want to be a witness to any of this,” Chris said, heading towards the stairs. “I’ll shower and be right down, Cyra,” he added, as he bounded up the stairs two at a time.
“Can I talk to you?” she asked, when he was gone.
The men went to get up, and she stopped them. Instead, Ethan said goodbye to his father and they waited to see what the problem was.
“I wanted to tell you that I appreciate what you’ve done for me. When I was a detective, with an asshole partner, you gave me an opportunity to escape that bedlam. I will never forget it for the rest of my life.”
“It was our pleasure,” Ethan said.
“Chris and I talked about this, and when we get married and start having kids, I’m going to hang up my badge and gun.” Cyra waited for them to talk her out of it.
“I don’t blame you,” Elizabeth said. “If I could do it myself, I would.”
Cyra let out a breath. “I thought you were going to be mad,” she revealed.
Elizabeth hugged her. “Don’t be silly. Not everyone can do this job and be a mother. I’m certifiable. I understand how hard it is for you and Chris. He works wonky hours, and you’re on assignment and away. It’s hard to start a relationship that way, let alone maintain one. Whenever Callen goes away, I’m sick to my stomach. I just hope that you get pregnant, and soon.”
Cyra didn't know where this was going. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?”
Elizabeth patted her belly. “My little one will need a best friend, and tag, you’re it,” she said, touching her.
That made her laugh. “You’re an enigma, but I love this girlfriend code thing already.”
Both men groaned. Someone needed to warn Chris that they were about to be conspired against.
“Yeah, so do I,” Elizabeth admitted. “Now, go get ready for your date. I’m sure it’ll be special. Your first Valentine’s Day with your dream lust muffin is always special.”
Cyra hugged her. “I know it’s all an act. You’re an amazing woman, and I’m glad Chris and I have you as our friend.”
Elizabeth hugged her back. “Yeah, yeah. Now, go get pregnant.”
She laughed and raced up the stairs.
Ethan patted the couch between them, and waited for her to come join him. “I always wanted to own a love shack.”
She dropped between the men. “Oh, this shack is going to be shaking and shimmying later, boys.”
Both men liked that idea.
“When will that be happening?” Callen asked, nipping her ear.
“As soon as Chris and Cyra head out, your holiday surprise shall begin. When I said that Valentine’s Day was all about me, I wasn’t serious. It’s going to be about both of you in a few minutes.”
As if timed, they both glanced down at their watches.
“Really, boys?”
They simply grinned as they watched the time.
* * *
When Cyra and Chris drove away, Callen and Ethan raced up the stairs like two maniacs. Elizabeth had gone up earlier to get ready, and they couldn’t wait. As they opened their bedroom door, the place had been transformed.
Their comforter was turned down, there were candles lit, and Elizabeth was nowhere to be found.
As they headed towards the bed, there was a note waiting for them.
Ethan picked it up, and read it out loud.
Dearest Callen and Ethan,
You both mean the world to me. Tonight, we’re going to
celebrate Valentine’s Day in our style. I could have gone
with frilly and lacy, but that isn’t special enough for
tonight. On the bed you’ll find one pair of handcuffs.
One of you has to wear them, but you get to decide who.
The one who gets the shackles, goes last.
Decide.
I’m ready to make tonight a night that we won’t ever
forget.
Tonight is all about your wildest fantasies, leave your
inhibitions at the door.
Elizabeth.
Callen was already two days past excited. He wasn’t sure if he could handle not touching her. Ethan tended to be the stronger of the two, when it came to control in bed.
Blackhawk picked the handcuffs up and knew that she meant business. Every Valentine’s Day, Elizabeth picked one of his fantasies and acted it out for him. Last year, the three of them had one hell of an evening in the treehouse. She had decorated it with candles and more whipped cream than should be legal. They camped out there all night and woke with a sugar high. If she was breaking out props, it was going to be a night to remember. Since the cuffs were her FBI standard issue ones, and not kinky play ones, this was going to be wild. “Well?”
“She’s going to torment the bound one horribly.”
“I have no doubt.”
Whitefox took a deep breath. “I’ll do it. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Ethan went to answer and his brother gave him a look.
“Yeah, I’m well aware,” Callen replied, as he began stripping down. “If I can’t handle it, will you set me free?” he asked, trusting Ethan to not let him suffer too much.
Pulling off his shirt, he stared at the man. “You’re a million times stronger than you think, trust me on this. You’ll be fine.”
“God, I hope so.”
Blackhawk waited for his brother to get comforta
ble, and then he snapped the cuffs in place. “Oh look, one of Timothy Blackhawk’s grandsons is in cuffs again. That’s shocking.”
Callen snickered, appreciating how his brother was trying to lighten the mood. “Good one.”
Once Ethan hopped up on the bed, he called for his wife. “We’re ready, Lyzee! Do your worst!”
She counted to ten, and then opened the closet door. Stepping out, she faced the men.
“Oh, holy mother of God,” muttered Ethan, as his eyes ran from her lips to her toes. Yeah, this was going to be wild.
At the tone in his voice, Callen lifted his head to see what his brother had spotted. “Oh shit!”
There stood their woman, and she wasn’t wearing her normal sexy lingerie. There was makeup, and already the perfume lingered across the room, but it was a new scent. As she walked towards them, both men stared.
It was like a stranger had emerged from the closet.
“Elizabeth,” Ethan whispered, taking in the outfit. It made his mouth water, and he wanted to drop to his knees and run his lips up the line of her body.
“Actually, for tonight, Mr. Blackhawk, my name is Miss Kitty. It seems that a little birdy, named Gabriel, told me that you requested the files for my undercover cases. What did you need them for?” she purred, moving towards him.
He was having a difficult time thinking. She was in incredibly outrageous heels and see through fishnet stockings. When she hopped up on the bed beside him, the barely there black, leather skirt rode up and showed off the little red garters.
“Elizabeth,” he murmured, his body already heavy with need.
“I’ll ask again,” she replied, running her blood red nails across her breasts, drawing his attention. The crimson matching bustier pushed her assets way up and almost had them spilling over. “Why did you need those files?”
He swallowed.
“Truth, Mr. Blackhawk. In here, there can only be honesty.”
“I needed to see what my wife was like. I wanted to see what she showed the world, but hid from me. I wanted to peek into the dark side of her past.”
Elizabeth figured as much. Ethan always tried to be the more reserved of the three, but she wanted to give him the gift of total freedom. Well, if he wanted that cat out of the bag, here it was in all its glory. “What am I hiding now, Ethan?”
His gaze slid down the very erotic picture before him. “Not much.”
“Do you like what you see?”
He swallowed again. “Yes.” God help him, but the sight of his woman dressed like that was making his body roar to life. Elizabeth had very few inhibitions in bed, but this was something that he never saw coming. This little fantasy was stuff dreams were made of for him. When he travelled, or was away from her, this was the woman who he thought about. It was always his Elizabeth, but only wilder and edgier. It was the naughty side of her that drove him completely mad with lust.
Maybe it was perverse, but her being out of control made him want to tag along for the ride.
“When you saw the files, Ethan, what did you hope to find?”
Again, there was this moment of hesitation.
Elizabeth slid her hand across his bare leg, slowly past his already throbbing erection and to his chest. “What did you want, Mr. Blackhawk?”
“I wanted to watch the woman I desire be out of control. I wanted a night with Miss Kitty and to forget everything else around me.”
She grinned audaciously. “Then, that’s what you’ll get, Ethan,” she purred, leaning into his ear and licking along the curl, much like a big cat.
His whole body shook as she straddled him, practically offering herself up to him on a big slutty platter.
“You’re a very wicked boy, Ethan, and now you get to live it out,” she promised. “While your wife is away, the director may play. Tonight, I’m no longer Elizabeth, so let the fun begin.”
Blackhawk moaned at the words alone.
As this was all unfolding, Callen stared at her and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was completely out of his wildest dreams, and then he realized that she had predicted this from the start. Elizabeth knew that he would wear the cuffs, and that Ethan would get her first. There was no doubt in his mind that she had anticipated that watching his brother’s fantasy unfold would drive him to the edge of madness. It would then pull his wildest fantasy from him too.
It made him quiver in anticipation of what was to come for his time with her.
“Elizabeth,” Ethan murmured, as he really wanted to pull her into his body and take her with a wildness that he had never felt before. Here was his woman, so ingrained into his life, and she was now his walking erotic dream.
“I’m yours for this one bout of sex, Ethan. Miss Kitty is all yours, and you get to design the time we spend together. You get to use her any way you want.”
Oh, that was all he needed to hear.
Reaching out, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her towards him. Her leather clad body pressed against his bare one and the feeling of the slick cool material against his heated flesh was beyond erotic for him. Staring into her eyes, he waited for her to change her mind or to back out.
“Anything that I want, Miss Kitty?”
She ran her fingers into his hair. “Anything. This Valentine’s Day is all about removing one more thing from your bucket list. It’s my gift to you.”
The words erupted from him. “Get up,” he ordered, suddenly.
Callen jumped at the harshness of his words. They shocked him. Gone was the controlled man they knew, and in his place was a stranger.
Elizabeth obeyed, and stood in front of him. When he stood, him barefoot and her in heels, they were almost eye to eye.
“Get down on your knees and please me.”
Without a word, she did exactly as he said. With her one hand, she stroked him, and then took him in her mouth.
His body was already halfway to heaven. Most of the time, he allowed his strong wife to lead the way, but tonight she was giving him the control and power back.
This was healing him.
It was like she always knew.
He buried his hand in her hair, and used it to control the depth of her mouth. He was going to push the limit tonight. Where he thought his wife would struggle, she didn't and accepted all of him.
“Christ,” he muttered, as Miss Kitty lived up to the fantasy he created in his mind. “So damn good,” he hissed, feeling himself getting close to the edge. “Stop,” he ordered and like promised, she obeyed.
God, the way she was looking up at him with the slick red lips was undoing his control. His breathing hitched and got heavier.
“Lay on the bed, but I want you to use Callen as your pillow,” he directed.
Whitefox swallowed and licked his lips in anticipation.
She followed his instructions, but before she rested her head on the other man, she flicked her tongue over the bound man’s one nipple.
Callen closed his eyes as she settled in. Watching her wouldn’t end well, and he knew it.
Ethan reached around and pushed the tight skirt up her hips, until it gathered around her waist, giving him the view he craved. When all that was left was a barely there thong and garters, he wanted to devour her whole. Running his fingers over the black silk, he noticed that she had another surprise for them. “She’s bare, Cal,” he muttered, yanking the panties off her body like some crazed lunatic.
“I am. Miss Kitty would be well groomed for such an occasion.”
Callen moaned, as he tried to get a better view. “Oh, God, let me up. I want to feel too!”
Ethan ignored him and focused on Elizabeth. Dropping to his own knees, he had to taste his woman. He couldn’t wait any longer. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her and explored until she arched and moaned.
“More, Mr. Blackhawk. Show me what you want to do to me,” she purred, urging him on.
He dove in, drinking from her body, trying to quench the thirst that he could nev
er satiate. As he tormented her with his mouth, she rested seductively against Callen. Her head was rubbing against lower parts of his very aroused body.
“Oh God,” Callen moaned, trying to fight the need to thrust his hips against her to find relief. This was incredible torture, and he loved every second of it.
His brother was out of control, and he was right behind him.
Blackhawk was desperate to hear her beg for release. When he glanced up her torso, he was turned on even more by hers and Callen’s response. Moving up her body, he flipped her over, until she was on her knees.
“Take him in your mouth, Miss Kitty,” he replied. “I want to watch you finish him off, while I fuck you from behind.”
Callen moaned, as she greedily did whatever Ethan asked her to do. When her hands cupped him, and her lips devoured him, he couldn’t fight it any longer. He drove roughly into her mouth, burying himself in the beckoning heat.
Heaven and hell collided, and so much pleasure erupted around all three of them.
As Ethan lunged deep into her body, Callen thrust up. They continued to use Miss Kitty, until they were both close to release.
“Can’t hold out,” Callen whispered, as his bound hands pulled against his restraints, and he fought to remain in control.
It was all too much.
He was on sensory overload.
Ethan growled, “Finish him, Miss Kitty.” As if to punctuate the seriousness of his order, he slapped her across the one side of her ass.
The room exploded in sound.
First, there was the crack of hand against flesh, and then the gasp from Elizabeth at the shock of the strike. It had Callen slipping and losing control as he exploded deep in her throat.
“YESSSSSSS!” he shouted, as Elizabeth swallowed everything he had to offer, and then was shoved forward until she was pressed against his naked body.
While Ethan continued driving into her, she made herself busy by seeking out Callen’s nipples and biting down on them.
“Elizabeth,” he hissed as little currents of electricity flooded through him.
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