Dead Shall Speak (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 10) (52 page)

He nodded.

“Okay, so that clears up why the black hair and blue eyes. He’s trying to find a woman like his mommy.”

Blackhawk shook his head. “I think he’s trying to find that connection that his father had. He’s trying to have what dear old dad had.”

“That’s sick,” stated Whitefox. “Really, truly sick.”

They wouldn’t disagree there.

When Callen’s phone beeped, he pulled it off his belt to read the message. “It’s Gabe. He’s trying to find you.”

She was well aware.

“Yeah, he left a message at the hotel desk. I didn't get back to him yet.”

That was odd. Whenever their boss called, Elizabeth was all over it.

“Avoiding him?”

“Yeah. Is it obvious?” she teased.

Ethan didn't know why she’d be dodging their boss.

“I haven’t heard back from Jagger yet. I don’t know if he’s safe and if Oracle is hidden. I’m not going to tell Gabe anything until I know. Even when I’m aware, I still may not tell him.”

Ethan knew she didn't trust anyone when it came to Oracle, especially not if they were in the FBI. That leak had yet to be plugged.

“What should I tell him?”

She leaned her head against his shoulder as she worked out the game plan. “Tell him I’m neck deep in bodies and working on an interview. That should buy me some time.”

Callen did what she asked. It was hard to concentrate as she rested against him. In fact, she was squirming in his lap. When he hit send, he glanced up. “Done.”

As if on cue, Ethan’s began beeping.

“Oh, come on!” she muttered.

Blackhawk read the screen. “It’s not Gabe. It’s our agents. They’re getting bored watching newsfeed about the case. They want to know what we need next.”

She thought about it. “I guess we could share some of our interviews tomorrow. Maybe we can give them Beston.”

They both looked at her.

“You’re going to give them our main suspect? After the last clusterfuck?” Callen asked.

Elizabeth cuddled against him. “Yeah, I am. They can’t be afraid to get back on the horse after falling off. If I don’t show them that I have faith in their skills, I may lose two good agents.”

Blackhawk agreed. “I think they can handle it. They’re really good at their jobs. They only made a little mistake.”

Callen shrugged. “Hey, you’re the boss.” He ran his lips across her shoulder.

Ethan could feel his body beginning to stir. Watching Elizabeth, as she sat in Callen’s lap, reminded him that he’d not had his mouth or hands on his woman in a while.

It had been too long.

“Besides,” she admitted. “We’re going to be busy tomorrow. We have Monroe to interview, Merry needs an escort to the river to hunt for evidence, and I have to kick the sheriff’s ass. I’m only one person.”

“We could divide and conquer,” Callen offered, his hands sliding up her torso and under her shirt.

Ethan licked his lips. “We have a shooter taking shots at us. We need to stick together.”

Elizabeth squirmed against Callen. His hands were now under her bra, tormenting her.

“We’ll take a nature hike, so dress in sneakers. Who knows how long that river is?”

Blackhawk couldn’t take it anymore. He placed his tablet on the table and stood. When Callen looked up at him, they shared a look. There were more pressing issues on his mind, and apparently, Callen’s too.

Elizabeth, just by being herself, was driving them crazy.

She saw it coming, and while she knew they should be working, Elizabeth couldn’t stop her body from reacting to the men. The second she landed in Callen’s lap, she knew what would be coming.

From the hungry look in Ethan’s eyes, Elizabeth knew it wasn’t going to be satiated by a pizza.

She was on the menu.

“Lyzee,” he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of her. “I love watching you in Callen’s arms.”

When Whitefox tweaked a nipple, she moaned.

Both men reacted to that simple sound.

It was like a mating call.

Callen began moving across her neck and jaw, tasting every inch he could reach. All the while, his hands kneaded, moved, and played with her very full breasts.

She gasped.

Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing the tiny shorts, he yanked them down, setting her free. While she was trapped against Callen, Ethan began the duty at hand.

It was time to feast on his woman.

Lowering his head to her body, he laid gentle kisses across Charlie. Then, he headed for the prize. The second the tip of his tongue touched her, she moaned.

God!

He loved how she responded to him.

“Ethan!” she gasped, as he devoured her.

Holding her legs open, as his brother touched and fondled her, Ethan devoured. He left not an inch of her ignored. With tongue and teeth, he teased and prodded her closer to the edge and her first orgasm.

She felt warm and dizzy as the two men in her life drove her wild. Callen’s hands were lighting her body on fire, as Ethan’s mouth made her breathless.

“You taste really good,” Callen whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait until you have Charlie. I can’t wait to drive myself into you so hard you beg.”

His words made her hotter.

Jesus! She was woman enough to admit that she missed the rougher sex Callen favored. With him, it was always an adventure. As of late, she’d been fantasizing about just that.

“Callen,” she whispered.

Ethan found her clitoris and ground down on it with his mouth.

She gasped in response.

“I want to fuck you so hard that your head spins,” Callen admitted, roughly palming her breasts. He could feel her vibrating against him, and it was an amazing feeling.

She wanted that.

There was nothing so amazing than being used by the men she loved. Alone, they were spectacular lovers. Together…they were explosive.

Ethan was desperate to hear her breathy moans, so he pushed her over. It sent Elizabeth falling into one hell of an orgasm. Her release flashed through her, shoving her off the edge as both men kept her braced for more.

She barely had time to catch her breath when she felt her body being shifted. Now, she was in Ethan’s lap, while Callen planned his wicked trek down her body.

If she could speak, Elizabeth would be begging for more.

Callen gave her no time to resurface. As his brother tore her tank top from her body, he dove in. She was swollen and wet with need. Using tongue and fingers, he drove her up and to the edge again.

Ethan purred in her ear. “You taste so damn good. I would feast on you all day long. I love hearing you moan.”

To have his hands and mouth on her, she’d give him anything he wanted. She’d sing an opera if that’s what it took. Ethan and Callen were damn good at what they did.

Orally, they were masters.

“Callen!” she gasped, as his fingers dipped deeply into her body. They found that one spot and teased her closer to release.

Ethan’s hands worked her breasts until she was so close to the edge.

“Oh God!” she whispered, trying to stay focused, but it was too much for her. Ethan’s erection ground against her ass as Callen’s mouth and hands did wicked things.

Just as she was struggling to breathe, Elizabeth heard the slide of a zipper.

She was about to get invaded.

With a flick of Callen’s tongue and fingers, she shook. The rush of pleasure overtook her, shoving her deep into the bliss of orgasm.

Once more, she was falling.

Then, she could feel Callen crawling up her body.

She knew what was coming, but it was just out of her reach. Suddenly, there was the nudge as the tip of him probed her body. His hands didn't relent, keeping her spread wide for what was coming. Ethan’s arms were wrapped around her body, anchoring her to him.

Elizabeth was trapped.

It was delicious.

Sinful.

Amazing.

Without warning, he invaded. There was the slow, thick slide of his erection claiming her. Callen buried himself so deep, Elizabeth didn't think she would ever be able to think straight again.

“Oh, angel, this is perfect,” he whispered, his mouth close to her other ear.

She shook. She wanted to move her hips, offering him more, but she was trapped. Callen covered her from above as Ethan braced her from below.

She was sandwiched between two sexy Natives.

“Ready, Elizabeth?” Callen asked, refusing to move.

She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. In all honesty, she didn't believe she’d make it long if she looked up at him.

Fingers worked over her nipples, sending quakes of electricity through her torso.

Ethan teased her earlobe.

It was too much.

Even before Callen moved, she slipped again.

Her body tightened down around his, trying to lure him to the edge. Callen fought valiantly, refusing to give up. “Oh, shit! Elizabeth,” he muttered. “That’s so damn hot!”

She couldn’t see straight, and her only hope was neither could he.

When her muscles stopped, he began moving. In and out, he drove himself into her. Each time, the tip of his erection kissed deeply within her trembling body.

She moaned.

Groaned.

Pleaded.

Begged.

Callen gave all he had, as his brother held her in place. He was wild with need, but trying to take it easy. Neither man wanted to hurt her.

As he thrust into her body, over and over again, Elizabeth clung to the edge. “Please, Callen. Fill me,” she begged.

He focused on her face and the pleasure he found there. “I need more,” he stated.

Elizabeth ran her hands up his torso until they found his hair. “Harder, Callen. I want it harder. You won’t hurt us,” she promised.

His body shook as he began driving more forcefully into her. Her breathy gasps at each invading stroke drove both men mad. Just as he could feel his lower anatomy going rock hard, she yanked roughly, pulling on his hair.

The kiss of pain was enough to shove him over the edge.

Callen erupted, pouring hotly into the trapped woman beneath him. His body shook as he fought to stay upright.

Elizabeth held on. She fought the need to tumble, but it didn't matter. Ethan knew her body well. Just as Callen exploded, his hands brutally tormented her breasts, and his mouth found her neck. There, he left a bite.

Elizabeth fell.

Together, she and Callen tumbled.

She didn't have long to enjoy it. Her body was shifting, the world was rolling, and now she could hear another zipper sliding down.

It meant she was going to be riding her cowboy.

When she opened her eyes, she was still facing Callen. Only, he was grinning wickedly at her.

Then, she felt it.

Ethan lifted her and dropped her home.

Roughly, he was buried deep in her body.

She gasped.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

Elizabeth did what he asked. As he helped lift her, she began her ride. With each slid up, there was the torment of him leaving her body.

With each crash down, there was the pleasure of being taken.

Elizabeth wanted this to never stop.

Blackhawk could barely breathe. His wife was repeatedly burying him in her body. It felt so good, as he watched her ass bounce in his lap. With wandering fingers, he tormented and teased her.

She gasped. “Ethan!”

“Take it,” he whispered, refusing to stop. It was a rarity that her ass was all his. He was driving this sex filled fantasy.

Callen watched them copulate. He couldn’t help but get off on seeing his brother drive repeatedly into Elizabeth’s body.

It was hot.

With very eager fingers, he teased her from the front as Ethan tormented her from behind.

“Oh God!” she hissed, unsure if she was going to be able to hold on much longer.

“So amazing,” Ethan admitted, driving himself wild with the visual. “Keep riding, Elizabeth!” he ordered.

He never wanted this to stop.

She was breathless.

“I can’t,” she began.

Ethan didn't care. He wanted this. He needed this. If he didn't have her, he was going to lose his mind.

Using his one free hand, he grabbed her hip to force her down his erection. With a roughness not often found with him, he began driving his hips up, seeking her heat.

“I need to feel you fall,” he ordered. “Please me, Elizabeth!”

She did just that. With their hands destroying her control, Elizabeth let the pleasure overwhelm her. She gasped, eyes going wide before it pulled her under.

Ethan exploded, his body emptying into her in wave after wave of heat. Callen pulled her mouth down to his to swallow her shout of pleasure.