Slay Bells Ring (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 12)

by Morgan Kelley

  He’d been arrested.

  Kicked out of casinos.

  Threatened by disgruntled gamblers.

  It was a nonstop mess the last couple of years.

  “Trust me,” Johanna stated.

  He took a deep breath. She was absolutely right. Brody was working himself into a tizzy, and he didn't even have all the information.

  “Do we know anything about the location he’s at?” he asked, trying to focus.

  Johanna pulled it up on the map. “It’s a house in a development not far from where we live. He’s probably at someone’s place and left his phone. That’s why he’s not answering it.”

  Brody never thought about that.

  “You think?”

  She nodded. “Don’t stress it.”

  He couldn’t help it. “I don’t know why he opted to move his life closer to mine. I really wish he would have stayed across the country. He’s making me insane.”

  She laughed. “I can see that.”

  “He ties me up in knots. I want to hate him, but he’s my father.”

  She listened while he vented. Sometimes, you had to be someone’s sounding board and nothing else. She knew Brody. This was what would get him through this flight.

  “I need to relax. I really need to let this go and not dwell on it.”

  “What can I do to help you?” she asked.

  “You wouldn’t happen to have a beer in your bag, would you?” he teased. “If not, I guess I’m on my own.”

  Not necessarily.

  She knew what would get his mind off the entire thing, and it wasn’t work. They were alone on this fancy jet, and they had some time before they landed.

  Already, she had an idea, and it wasn’t only for Brody either.

  When her hand went to his belt, he glanced over at her. She couldn’t possibly be thinking about…

  When she flicked open the button and lowered the zipper, he knew she was.

  “Joey, we’re on the work jet.”

  She glanced around. “We appear to be alone. Why not use that to our advantage? You wanted to stop freaking out, well, I know what will do it.”

  Immediately, her head was in his lap. As she pulled him from his pants, he was already hard as a rock. He never thought his Joey would have sex with him on the company jet.

  This was something he’d always fantasized about, but was too afraid to ask.

  Okay, it was more about getting caught than asking her to join him. What man didn't want to be part of the Mile High club?

  This was taboo, naughty, and he loved it.

  Slowly, all thoughts about his father drifted away. He had something amazing to focus on.

  When she blew warm breath over his erection, he wanted to shout in glee. When she placed her lips over the tip of him, teasing him with her wet tongue, Brody wanted to thrust upward and down her throat. Everything in him came to life.

  Yet, somehow, he managed to find some control.

  It wasn’t easy.

  As she worked her mouth over his erection, Brody was moaning in pleasure. It made Johanna happy that she could offer him a distraction. She hated to see him worked up, and especially over something they had no control over.

  Simply put, their parents were a pain in their asses.

  Sliding him deeper into the warmth of her mouth, his fingers worked their way into her straw colored hair. He began using her head to get more and more pleasure from her.

  Johanna swallowed him to the base, and Brody shook beneath her.

  “Oh God, don’t stop!” he hissed, praying the captain’s door would stay shut. If anyone came in, he’d be caught in the act.

  That only made it hotter.

  “Joey, honey, more,” he begged.

  His wish was her command. Instead of slowing down, she worked him harder. She knew that Brody liked her mouth on his body.

  From the guttural moans, he liked it a lot.

  As the temperature in the cabin rose, Brody’s breaths became more and more labored.

  It was a sign.

  When she pulled her head away, he opened his eyes. “What?”

  He honestly thought she wasn’t going to finish him off. The idea that the fun was over only added to his frustration.

  “Honey,” he began.

  “Shhhhh,” Joey whispered, as she slipped out of her pants. There were seats in front of them, and she was glad. It meant no one would see what was coming next.

  She was going to ride him.

  Brody’s heart began pounding in response. There was nothing sexier than seeing Joey bottomless. It was so unlike her and wicked, that it filled him with unquenchable amounts of lust.

  “Get ready for a ride,” she whispered in his ear.

  Immediately, Brody had to hold onto the sides of his seat. This might just kill him.

  “Please tell me you’re not screwing with me,” he muttered, watching her as she straddled his lap.

  “I’m going to be screwing you.”

  He looked up. In that exact same second, she sunk down his erection, burying him in her body.

  Brody nearly shouted at the sensation. It was her mouth, covering his, which kept them silent.

  “Oh God! We’ve joined the Mile High Club on the company jet. I have to be asleep,” he muttered into the mating of lips.

  She laughed. “Attention flyer, you’re about to soar to new heights. Make sure your seat and dick are in the upright position. There will be some inflight turbulence,” she teased.

  Brody prayed there’d be a lot of bouncing.

  Johanna began moving, sliding him in and out of her body while she stared into his eyes. They were filled with emotion and heat.

  It turned her right on.

  When his hands went to her hips, he began pulling her down.

  “I love turbulence,” he whispered, wishing they could be completely naked. He loved watching her breasts bounce as they made love.

  She kept moving, pounding her body down on his. When his fingers found the wetness at the junction of their joined bodies, he flicked and teased her to release.

  It took everything not to shout as the orgasm tore through her. Johanna’s body shook, and she wanted the feeling to never end.

  Brody was her miracle.

  She only stopped for a second, trying to catch her breath as she resurfaced from the orgasm. Brody was shaking in need as he tried to patiently wait for the woman he loved to end his torment.

  “You have to finish us off,” he whispered. “If I don’t come, I’m going to die,” he admitted.

  She didn't want that to happen.

  Again, she began moving, this time switching up the rhythm to torture and drive him crazy.

  From the look of rapture on his face, it was apparently working. That made Johanna happy. Gone was the worry, and in its place was something sexy.

  Lust.

  Love.

  Peace.

  As she rode him to delirium, they were both close to release. He was begging her over and over again, and she was bouncing hard against his lap.

  Oh, they’d be coming, and soon.

  As she rode him, his hands worked over her swollen clit. As he pinched, stroked, and teased, Johanna moved closer to the edge. When she was close, she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

  “Come in me.”

  It was all it took.

  He erupted, taking her with him for the fall. They tumbled, and it was amazing.

  Both of them remained still, her head resting on his shoulder. When she was finally able to move, she glanced down at him.

  “Was it good for you, sir?” she asked in her best flight attendant voice.

  “I love the friendly skies.”

  Johanna snorted. “I better get off.”

  “You just did,” he teased, “and so did I.”

  Her mouth found his, and their lips moved together in a kiss. It was warm and shared love.

  It was perfect.

  Then again, when they stole precious moments l
ike this, it always was.

  Just as they broke apart, there was the ding of the seatbelt sign.

  “Jesus! Get off,” he hissed, helping her into the seat beside him. Just as he was tucking himself back into his pants, the cabin door opened.

  “We’ll be landing in ten minutes,” said the captain. “There’s a car waiting for you, and Director Blackhawk asked to remind you not to forget the equipment.”

  They nodded, both afraid to speak.

  “She also said no fornicating on her jet.”

  They both stared straight ahead.

  Brody smelled like sex, and Johanna was bottomless.

  It looked like they were a little late on that one.

  * * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *

  Damascus

  Thursday Evening

  By the time they got to their vehicle, they noticed that Elizabeth Blackhawk was way ahead of the game. In the back cargo area, they found the pricy equipment already waiting for them.

  At least that was one less trip they were going to have to make.

  It looked like they could focus on the task at hand. They were running out of time, and before long, they’d have to be heading back to work.

  While Brody drove, Johanna kept an eye on the tracking signal from the cell tower.

  “Has it moved?” he asked.

  “No. It’s still at the address.”

  Brody wasn’t sure if he should be happy or nervous as hell. All the sick and bad thoughts were overwhelming the good ones. He couldn’t help it.

  He was a Fed.

  They dealt in perverse on a daily basis.

  As they drove through the streets of Damascus, it wasn’t busy at all. There were some people getting last minute Christmas trees, or shopping, but that was it. Most people were likely in planning mode for their upcoming holiday celebrations. God knew they’d be doing the same if they weren’t working.

  Brody would give anything to be buying a Christmas tree with Johanna, and then taking it home to decorate and make love under it.

  Talk about one hell of a fantasy.

  Before her, his life was never ordinary. That was what he craved most of all in life. While he had some holiday memories from growing up, they weren’t exactly ones he cherished. They were mostly of his mother and father running cons, schemes, and trying to earn extra money around the holidays. His childhood was hit or miss. Some years they had a great Christmas, with all the trimmings, and others were pretty scarce.

  He hated that he never had normal.

  Until now.

  From that second on, Brody swore that he and Joey were going to do Christmas up big time. It would be a special time of the year for them.

  It would be theirs.

  This would heal their past. There was no doubt about it.

  As they approached the development, nothing looked familiar. “Who owns the house?” he asked, as she typed furiously trying to get him that answer before they arrived. The last thing they needed was to walk into a bad situation. With Levi, who knew what he was doing. For all Brody knew, his father was being held against his will after a poker game went bad.

  She read off the name.

  It didn't sound familiar.

  “Maybe it’s a rental,” she offered. “You said Levi moved closer to be near you.”

  He wasn’t sure.

  He didn't visit his father. The man came to their place to see him. Well, it was only fair that he was about to do the exact same thing.

  Once they pulled into the driveway, they were surprised.

  Actually, he was.

  It didn't look like a coke or heroine den. There were festive decorations on the outside, and it looked like the average home.

  What the hell was his father doing there?

  Growing up, he never recalled his parents decorating a house. They were always too busy running a con or grift.

  “Brody?” Johanna asked, touching his arm. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I was just thinking. I’ll be right back,” he said, turning the engine off.

  “Want me to go with you?” she asked.

  A part of him didn't want to risk her, but then again, Brody needed her strength. If his dad was hurt, or doing something illegal, he was going to kill the man. Johanna might calm him down.

  “Please.”

  They got out, and quietly, they headed toward the door. Both agents had their jackets open, and their gun holsters unsnapped. If they were attacked, someone was getting shot.

  Knocking, they could hear laughter and Christmas music from behind the door.

  There were footsteps.

  Then the door opened.

  There stood Levi Seaton, and he didn't look like someone who was in trouble. He was wearing some crazy holiday sweater and having eggnog out of a pretty glass.

  It was like a parallel dimension for Broderick. This had to be a first.

  “Dad?”

  The man grinned. “You got my message! I’m glad you came.”’

  Levi tried to pull him inside, but he wasn’t having it. “What is going on? You said in your call that it was an emergency.”

  He laughed. “Well, I had to get you here somehow. That was my last ditch attempt to get my boy home for the holidays.”

  Brody stared at him in horror. “Please tell me there’s an emergency, Dad. You better have someone dead in the basement. If there isn’t, I’m screwed, and not in a good way. Our bosses are going to have my ass on a silver platter instead of a goose.”

  The man looked perplexed. “It’s the holidays, son. They’ll be fine. I had to get you here. I just wanted to see you and introduce you to the woman I married.”

  Brody looked pissed. His normally calm blue eyes raged with irritation, and he ran his free hand through his brown hair.

  Johanna took his other hand in hers as they stood outside the house. She could tell he was going to blow. His ears were turning red, and it wasn’t from the cold.

  “What the hell, Dad? You lied to get me here?”

  “Well, you wouldn’t come.”

  “Dad! I’m in the middle of a serial killer investigation. I work for the FBI. I don’t have a normal job. When you lie to jerk me around, it risks people’s lives and my livelihood. I had to ask my bosses to leave, and when I tell them it wasn’t a real emergency, they’re going to flip.”

  He patted him on the shoulder. “They won’t. It’s Christmas. I remember your boss. She’s a sweetie.”

  He wanted to shake the man.

  In fact, if he could free his hand from Johanna’s, he was going to strangle him.

  “Dad, serial killer trumps your new wife. I would have stopped in after I was back. This could have waited.”

  “I don’t think it could. This was pretty important to me. I got married. That should mean something.”

  Brody wanted to lose it. “Levi, you’ve been married a few times before. I’m sure this is just like the other three times. You find a woman, you fall into bed, and then you shack up for a couple of months until the money runs out. This is exactly the same thing you do all the time.”

  He looked hurt.

  “Making me think you were hurt was pretty shitty, even for you. This was one of the lamest stunts you’ve pulled, and you’re the king of jackassery.”

  “I don’t see the problem. Come in, have some nog. You need to loosen up. Booze might help.”

  Oh, that was the last thing he was going to do.

  “Well, let me spell out how difficult you just made my life. We used tax payer’s money to take a jet back here and for no good reason. That’s going to piss off our boss and the taxpayers. When Elizabeth Blackhawk hears this, I’m a dead man.”

  “I just wanted you to meet my new wife. I know it’s sudden, and we just met, but she was the one. I could see it the second our eyes met. I’m betting you’ll understand,” he added. “She’s beautiful like your Joey.”

  He glanced at his fiancée. “I’m going to kill him. You better go
get in the car, so there aren’t any witnesses.”

  She squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Brody. We’re already here. The damage is done. Just meet her and then we’ll go. I’ll explain to Elizabeth when we get in the air. I’ll talk her out of killing us.”

  Brody let out a pent up breath.

  “Dad, get her, and then we’re out of here. I am three days past pissed over this stunt. Didn't you ever hear the story about the little boy who cried wolf? Next time, I’m not coming unless someone mails me one of your appendages. Then I’m still not coming until we run DNA.”

  Johanna would have laughed if she didn't know how screwed they really were. Everything Brody said was absolutely right.

  The man grinned before calling to his new bride. “We don’t really have to make introductions. You know her.”

  He didn't get where this was going.

  “Dad? What the hell are you talking about?” Brody asked, glancing over at Joey. She too looked confused.

  “Sweetheart, they’re here. You can show yourself.”

  When the mystery woman came around the corner, they both understood how they knew her.

  She was a very familiar face indeed. Johanna gasped, praying that this was some sick joke. This was the woman she never wanted to see again. Instead, there she was, standing there in a matching Christmas sweater.

  Holy shit!

  This had to be a bad dream.

  Did Levi just say that he’d married her?

  There was no way the universe would do this to her. Since the woman came back, she’d been harassing and stalking her, and now she’d married Brody’s father.

  Double shit!

  As if on cue, Levi made the introduction. “This is my new wife, Monica Seaton.”

  Before Brody could say anything, it was Johanna who erupted. She exploded in rage, and not at Levi, but the woman standing beside him.

  “How dare you?” she hissed. “I can’t believe how far you’d go to make my life hell! You destroyed my childhood by never being around, and now I can’t fucking get rid of you. I told you not to contact me or show up at my house, and here you go and marry his father. You didn't think how this would affect us, did you, Mother?”