Slay Bells Ring (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 12)

by Morgan Kelley

  “Newborn baby Jesus, I think I died and went to heaven.”

  Ethan followed his brother’s gaze as their woman approached. He couldn’t argue with that sentiment.

  “Mrs. Claus, would you like to sit on my lap?” he asked, holding out his hand. “Callen is busy drinking a beer.”

  He protested. “I was caught off guard! That’s not fair! I saw her first.”

  Ethan grinned as she straddled his lap. “Oh, hell no. I chased this sheriff down. I definitely saw her first.”

  “I meant…screw it! Just get her naked.”

  Elizabeth laughed until Ethan ran his fingers over the furry lingerie. It was see through, red, and something that would make a saint blush.

  “Santa Baby, know what I want for Christmas?” she asked, sitting across his now throbbing erection.

  “Please say me. Please say me,” Callen said, repeating it over and over again.

  “You’re half right,” she admitted.

  Ethan grinned, letting his fingers play over her bared skin. “How about two Native men under your spell?”

  It was hard not to think back to the last time he had sex with her. Ethan had been rough, and that wasn’t his style. No, tonight, he’d make it up to her.

  Sliding his fingers under the flimsy skirt, that barely covered her ass, he found her wet and ready.

  She moaned. “I’d love two Natives buried in my stocking.”

  He pulled her mouth closer, letting his tongue begin the battle. She tasted like gum and woman. It was calming.

  “You can slide up and down my chimney any day,” Callen offered, pulling the one strap off her shoulder so he could run his lips across her flesh.

  Again, she moaned.

  It was hard not to when you were being devoured by two men.

  Well, these two men.

  Without hesitation, her hands began roaming Ethan’s chest. When her fingers found the silk, she tugged the tie from his neck. Once it was free, she dropped it around hers. Who knew? She might need it later, but for now, she was in a hurry to get to flesh.

  He leaned back as her hands ran the length of his torso. Nothing felt as good as his wife touching him. It washed away all the stress and anxiety.

  When she got his shirt open, he was mesmerized. Lowering herself between his knees, she didn't go right for his erection. Instead, she focused on his chest and tattoos.

  As she ran her fingers over his scarred raven, she stared deep into his eyes. “When I found you, my life changed. You’ve been a blessing to me, Ethan. When I can’t carry on, you take over and hold me in your arms. There have been so many days I wanted to quit, and you were the one I leaned on to be strong. I love you with all my heart, and I’ll never stray. I’ll love you until the day I die.”

  His heart skipped in his chest.

  Those were the words he needed to hear. This year, she’d given him an incredible gift for the holiday.

  She healed his wounds.

  Gently, she let her mouth trail across the tattoo. When she was right over his heart, she left a warm kiss.

  It brought tears to his eyes.

  She always knew.

  Elizabeth would look into his soul and see the wounds. With her words, and touch, she healed them each and every time.

  “You’re my hero.”

  Standing, she crossed to Callen to sit in his lap.

  “I love you, angel.”

  Here was another miracle. This was her Callen, battered, bruised, but a fighter. He never gave up, even when it was easier. His childhood was marred with sexual abuse, neglect, and pain, but he still turned into a good, kind man.

  “I love you too, Callen. When I first saw you, I never expected to be bit by the love bug twice. You swept me off my feet, and I haven’t been the same since. While people underestimate your strength, I don’t. I see the real you because my heart will always be yours too. When we’ve stumbled, you didn't question your duty. Instead, you rescued us both. I’d be lost without you too. You’re a miracle, and I probably don’t deserve you, but I’m not crazy enough to let you go. You live in my heart, and you always will.”

  His eyes filled with tears. “You’re the miracle, Elizabeth. I fight every day to be with you because you’ve owned my heart from the day I saw you. You and Ethan are my heart.”

  She softly kissed him, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Ethan’s hand go to his brother’s arm.

  This was all she wanted for Christmas.

  She only wanted their love.

  As her fingers undid his white button down shirt, she allowed her mouth to follow the trail. When she reached his belt buckle, Elizabeth could feel his erection jump.

  They were both turned on, and that was good.

  She wanted some Native loving.

  Standing, she moved away from them. “If you’re interested in unwrapping your gift, I suggest you get naked and follow me.”

  That was all she had to say.

  The men were off the couch and racing each other toward the bedroom.

  Apparently, they were in the mood.

  She laughed as she headed in. When she arrived at the side of the bed, there were two naked men waiting for her. Both were leaning against the headboard, watching and leering.

  It was perfect.

  They were perfect.

  She stripped, dropping the sexed up Mrs. Claus outfit, but leaving her husband’s tie around her throat.

  When his eyes fired with heat, and Callen’s jaw ticked, she knew she’d made the right choice.

  Climbing onto the bed, she knelt between them. With each hand, she began stroking them.

  Their heads dropped back and their eyes closed. It never ceased to amaze her. This was the best gift in the world. These two men craved her touch.

  “More,” begged Ethan. “I need your mouth on me.”

  She didn't hesitate.

  As she stroked Callen to delirium, her mouth devoured Ethan. All the while her tongue and teeth slid up and down his erection, Ethan shook.

  “Oh God! Just like that, Lyzee,” he whispered. When her riotously curly hair ticked his thighs, he wanted to lose his mind.

  This was amazing.

  This was heaven.

  Ethan let his hand slide into the inky black curls. Grabbing her hair, he gently controlled the bobbing.

  Callen’s moan was loud. As Elizabeth stroked him, he was able to watch her feast on his brother. It was so hot. He knew he’d be next.

  When she released Ethan, she licked her lips.

  “Miss me, Callen James?”

  He grinned. “Hell, yeah!”

  She didn't hesitate. Instead, she slid him deep within her throat, meeting the base of his erection with her lips.

  He shook.

  As she worked him closer to the edge, Ethan was being tormented with her hand. She stroked, teased, and played with him. It was spiking his blood pressure, making him want to pounce.

  When he glanced over, Ethan was watching him. Their eyes met, and he pointed down at Elizabeth.

  It was her turn.

  Despite how awesome her mouth felt, Callen pushed her off.

  She stared up in surprise.

  “Callen?”

  Ethan tugged her forward, causing her to fall. The second she hit the mattress, the men got into positon. Ethan took her mouth with his, searing her brain with a sensual kiss. It made her forget everything.

  He was her drug.

  As his raven black hair tickled her cheeks, she held on through the storm. While he was big, strong, and silent, he was also intense.

  So intense, that she often got lost in the moment with him.

  As he plundered her mouth, Callen headed south. His fingers brushed lightly over the place where his child grew, and it made her want to weep with the beauty of it.

  She could hear him whisper to the little one they made.

  “You’re forever mine, boy or girl. I’ll love you until my last breath. You were made in love.”

  Eve
n Ethan was swamped with emotion. He understood. Charlie had saved him. She’d been why he fought so hard to survive his abduction.

  He got what Callen was living.

  As he slid lower, Callen found her wet. She called to him, and he couldn’t wait. With tongue and mouth, he made love to her body.

  As she shook, he didn't stop.

  He couldn’t.

  Devouring Elizabeth was the best thing in the world. He never wanted to stop. If there was a heaven, he hoped this would be his fate. Pleasuring his woman was one hell of a way to spend eternity.

  When he teased her with his fingers, burying them in her body, she gasped.

  God!

  He couldn’t wait to be in her.

  Her brain fuzzed over, as she had no choice but to be overcome by the heat and emotion. It pulled her under as the two men plundered.

  She was helpless.

  She was their prisoner.

  She was trapped.

  There was no better place to be.

  Suddenly, she exploded, rupturing apart at the oral caress. Elizabeth shouted Callen’s name into Ethan’s kiss. It joined them further, marking all three as owned.

  Setting her free, the men chanced places. Callen began at her breasts, moving upward, as Ethan began at her navel and headed down.

  He, too, had a message for the newest tribe member. “I’ll love you as my own. I’ll give you all I have, and promise that no one will ever hurt you. I’ll protect you.”

  Ethan left kisses across her abdomen.

  It was hard not to be affected by his words.

  Callen’s heart hitched. The beauty of their union was that if one man went down, the other would carry on. Now, if they lost Elizabeth, they were doomed.

  He dipped lower as Callen moved higher.

  Elizabeth’s body was tingling as Ethan showed her his skills. He dove in, teasing, tormenting, and forcing her to the crest again.

  Callen held her down, pressing her to the bed with his body weight. As his mouth stole, Ethan’s destroyed.

  She came.

  It was fast.

  Sudden.

  Brutal.

  Her whole body bowed until the orgasm passed. As soon as it did, Callen pulled her into his arms and rolled until she was above him.

  “Ride me,” he begged, needing this in the worst way.

  She didn't hesitate. Instead, she straddled him.

  The slide of her body down his was so amazing, that even Ethan moaned at the sight.

  The men were excited.

  She was wild.

  It was going to be a hard ride. They could already tell. The men were close, and she’d make them work for it.

  As Elizabeth began, she braced herself over Callen’s chest, her hand over his heart. “I love you,” she whispered.

  When his eyes filled with tears, she brought her mouth to his.

  Ethan didn't hesitate. She was riding his brother, but she was wiggling that truly amazing ass.

  It was Christmas.

  He was giving himself the gift that kept on giving.

  Moving closer, she felt him approach. As his fingers explored, spreading about the wetness, she knew what was coming.

  Elizabeth didn't mind.

  She couldn’t wait to have them both in her.

  As she stopped moving, Callen admired her. Even on the other side of forty, she was beautiful. Every freckle on her nose, every little line—they were well earned and made the woman above him.

  “I've never met a more amazing woman,” he admitted.

  She went to speak, but Ethan was wiggling his way into her body.

  It stole Elizabeth’s breath.

  They’d be taking her, and she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed.

  As he found his way home, she was pressed between to amazing men. This was the perfect Christmas present, and it didn't cost anything.

  But it meant all.

  As he began his ride, he pushed her up and down Callen’s erection. All three moaned as she was filled. They could feel their erections brushing as Elizabeth closed around them.

  They had lied. There were boundaries crossed, but that was only their business. This was love, and it meant everything.

  They were in heaven.

  They were also in hell.

  Neither man wanted to explode. They wanted to stay on this ride for as long as possible.

  They moved together like a well-oiled machine.

  It wasn’t the first time they’d made love, and it wouldn’t be the last.

  As Elizabeth moaned, the men could feel her shaking around them. Instead of fighting it, Ethan picked up the pace, the perspiration beading on his brow.

  Callen held on as Elizabeth was forced up and down his body. There was nothing better. Her breasts bounced, her lips were parted, and there was pleasure on her face.

  Before either man could say anything, she ruptured apart, their names on her lips.

  It started the explosion.

  As her body milked theirs, they had no choice but to succumb to the pleasure.

  Callen exploded first, pouring hotly into her body as she shivered in his arms.

  Ethan was right behind.

  Literally.

  He shattered apart, a hot wave of heat pumping into the woman he loved. Then he fell, trying not to crush her with his weight.

  Immediately, Callen braced his brother with his large hand.

  They drifted in the bliss.

  When they rolled off each other, they were a mess, but didn't care. True love wasn’t always neat and orderly. Sometimes, it was raw and chaotic.

  “I love you both,” she said, between them. It was all she could get out. Exhaustion, pregnancy, and work had worn her down. Now she needed to recharge.

  Screw dinner.

  She wanted sleep.

  The men didn't move. As Elizabeth fell asleep, they let her use them as her pillow. They’d live without eating.

  This was too important.

  Ethan reached into his suitcase next to the bed. Handing his brother an energy bar, they both tried not to move.

  “Ethan?”

  He glanced over, still mostly trapped beneath Elizabeth. “Yes?”

  “Happy early Christmas.”

  He grinned. “You too, bro. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  They ate, and then followed their woman into sleep. It didn't matter where she went, her champions would follow.

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

  The torture had begun.

  As he tied them down, he kept their mouths gagged. They weren’t as far away from the other houses as they would have liked, so that meant they needed to be careful.

  Besides, no one wanted to hear them beg.

  It was monotonous.

  At first, he was going to put them in separate rooms, but he opted to make the man watch.

  Oh, he knew what would make him weep. Not only was he being physically tortured, but mentally too.

  As the female begged, he didn't stop.

  She stared at the woman, perched on the counter watching them, there was pain in her eyes.

  “Bonnie, my sweet, rough him up.”

  She moved to stand before the man, and with her Taser, she ran it over his erection.

  “This is going to hurt. I promise.”

  With that, she hit the button.

  He wailed through the gag, his body flailing. As Clyde used the woman, she destroyed the man.

  Perfection had its price.

  And they were going to pay dearly.

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

  Saturday Morning

  When they woke, Callen made them breakfast. They knew she had to be starving. The proof was in watching their woman inhale her food. After plowing through her bagel, Ethan gave her half of his, and Callen gave her his orange juice.

  When she did eat, it was no holds barred. Neither man minded in the least and Elizabeth loved it.
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br />   One of the things she enjoyed about being pregnant was the way the men doted on her. They always made sure she was well fed.

  What woman didn't like that?

  After finishing up, they headed to the morgue. They had a few tails on their way there, since some of the reporters were still following them. For the most part, they were ignored.

  It was best this way.

  They were like the flies on an elephants back. Yes, they irritated you, but they didn't cause any harm. For now, they’d tolerate them.

  At the morgue, she found everyone there. They were waiting for her, and she could tell that they didn't find anything new.

  “Absolutely nothing?” she asked, reading their expressions.

  Chris ran down the list. “Same knife, wounds, samples, and torture were found on all the victims. There’s nothing new. We have Taser burns, and it’s the same Taser. I don’t know what to tell you, Elizabeth, but we can’t give you much more.”

  She glanced over at her agents. “Tell me you found something.”

  “There’s nothing in the financials. We’re still running Alessandra and Antonio. Give us a couple hours, and we might have something—if there’s anything to find.”

  She was getting pissed.

  How the bloody hell could two people kill six individuals and not leave a trail behind?

  She was either getting slow in her old age, or the criminals were getting smarter.

  God!

  She hoped it wasn’t the latter.

  “Where’s your partner?” she asked Dakota.

  “She had to handle a few things on some other cases. She’s at our hotel making calls. Delaney will be back as soon as she can. This isn’t our only case, and we have a few other fugitives we’re after.”

  She understood.

  “I’m on my own today, and since you promised an interview…”

  Yeah, she’d promised, but they all knew he couldn’t do it alone.

  “Where am I headed to?” he asked.

  “The deputy’s house needs to be searched.”

  Ethan and Callen knew what that meant. They were going to be splitting up. While no one wanted that, they knew the reality of it.

  They didn't have a choice.

  “I think I should go,” Callen offered. “If Bonnie and Clyde are after us, we should make it hard for them. If we’re not together, they can’t grab us both.”