Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) (15 page)

“What do you need me to do next?” Chris asked, feeling his body reacting to the woman so close by his side.
He took a chance and actually placed his hand on the small of her back, just to feel her a little longer.

Elizabeth
didn't miss the action or anything that had just gone down and she was about to play cupid, when her husband interjected before her.

“Wrap it up for the day. We can’t do much more until the tech team goes over everything. Why don’t you call it a night? It’s almost dinner time
, and we’re going to work out of our hotel room later.”

Chris was fine with that. “Room assignments?” he asked, praying that he’d be right beside Cyra
’s.

Blackhawk opened his tablet. “You’re in room two twenty one, Chris.” Ethan transferred some numbers around and made it possible for the man to make his move on the agent. It was obvious that both of them were attracted to the other. He may not be
as astute at these things as Elizabeth was, but he could see this one a mile away.

“Where am I?” Cyra asked
as she crossed her fingers and said a silent prayer.

“
It looks like you are in two hundred twenty.”

Elizabeth was going to give her cupid partner a big wet kiss when they were out in the hall. She knew what he was doing and it was beyond sweet. “Oh look, you’re right across the hall from Cyra.”

Ethan winked at his ME, going off to tell the lab team their assignments too.

It was
official, Chris Leonard had a new found respect for Ethan Blackhawk. There was no doubt that their earlier conversation influenced their assignments.

“Cowboy, we’ll be outside waiting,” Elizabeth said
as she and Callen strolled for the door.

“Night, Chris,” Cyra said softly, preparing to follow
her boss. Before she could get too far from him, his hand was on her arm.

Little shocks jolted through her body, as skin met skin
and her heart began to thunder in response.

“Cyra, w
ill you have dinner with me?” he asked nervously. Here was the woman of his dreams, and all he could think of was how he was so damn stupid to not go home with her on Christmas.

Her
stomach was doing little flips as she tried to not look like an idiot. Here was the moment that she had been waiting for all year. She wanted to scream and giggle like some prepubescent girl, but somehow she managed to refrain. “I would love to, Christopher. May I go back to the hotel and change first?”

He
would have followed her to the Nairobi desert at this point to wait for her. “Yes. I’ll come to your door and get you,” he stated, being a gentleman.

If
she was alone, there would be lots of squealing. “Okay, Chris. I can’t wait,” Cyra replied as she figured she too would be bold. Gently, her hand touched his cheek. “I’ll see you in an hour?”

He s
wallowed as he was completely undone by the simple act of contact. Chris lost his ability to speak and only managed a nod. As she walked away, he stared after her in awe. This had to be the best night of his life.

Maybe, he was finally going to get his second chance.

Elizabeth and Callen leaned against the wall outside the
morgue holding hands. Their fingers were twined lovingly together. They were waiting for Ethan to finish handing out the assignments.

When he exited the spare room, he grinned at his wife. Immediately, she
broke free from Callen and raced at him.

He saw her coming and
braced for impact.

Elizabeth jumped up
and wrapped her legs around his waist. Roughly, she pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him with so much emotion. Her hands moved into his hair to remove the hair tie and set all the silkiness free. When it came to this man, she couldn’t resist, and since they were off duty, she didn't plan on it.

Ethan’s body immediately responded
, as he wrapped his arms around his wife and just enjoyed feeling of her driving the kiss. It was sensual and spiked his blood pressure almost through the roof.

When she slowly broke away, they were both out of breath and Callen was laughing from against the wall.

“Holy shit, baby, what was that for?” he asked in awe of what brought on that public display of lip action. “I need to know.”

She ran her thumb over his lower lip lovingly. “I know what you did for
Chris, and I wanted to reward Cupid for his acts of love and kindness.”

He grinned, leaving a kiss on the tip of her nose. “It was my pleasure,” he stated
as he walked towards the door still holding her in his arms.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she said, struggling to get down
. His hold was relentless, and she had found herself trapped against his body.

“I’m carrying my wife out to the
Denali, and then to the hotel. After which, I’m planning to rip all her clothes off and celebrate that amazing kiss.”

His brother spoke up. “Will we be taking turns or am I going to be watching?”

Ethan grinned wickedly. “Oh, you’re going to participate. Why should I hog all the fun?”

It was time to interject.
“Can we at least get dinner first? I’m starving!” she practically pleaded. “I haven’t eaten at all today.”

Ethan was more than willing to concede to that one part of the plan. Come to think of it, he was hungry too. “Deal.”

Callen was in need of some dinner too. “Since you have to expel all that energy carrying her, it’s only fair that you get her first when we get her nekid.”

She was laughing
at them both and how lecherous Callen sounded. “I’m okay with you walking like this outside the building, but are you fine with me telling every person I meet that I’m being used to block a certain part of your very happy anatomy?”

Ethan laughed
and handed Callen his tablet as he shifted his wife up and over his shoulder. Now, no one would be looking at him. Instead her posterior would be the central focus. “It looks like I handled that too.”

“Are you insane? Ethan Jackson Blackhawk, you p
ut me down or I’m going to kick your Native ass back to the Rez!”

Both brothers laughed at her threat, knowing she didn't mean a word of it.

Well, mostly.

Still, i
t was a chance they were willing to take.

~ Chapter Four ~

Checking into the hotel, they were extremely pleased. The suite that Ethan had booked was spacious and very comfortable. Being FBI agents, they were accustomed to crashing in very scary places, but since they were footing their own bill, why not live comfortably?

Once they returned to
the room, the men quickly jumped in the shower back to back, already knowing which one of them was likely to take the longest. They were accustomed to the woman time factor when going out to dinner. It all came down to her hair and having to spend time drying it.

Callen had finished
and began running searches on anything related to devil worship in the area around Circle Rock. They were hoping that it might pull a lead out of a local cold case and give them a direction. Quite possibly, this wasn’t the first time the killer took a life.

As Ethan left the shower with a towel around his waist, he glanced over at his wife
. “You’re up, Lyzee baby,” he stated. It was hard not to grin at the look on her face. With their woman, there were a few undeniable facts. She was a great mother and when it came to the men in her life, she was a walking hormone.

Elizabeth
watched her husband cross the room. His well-defined body was cut in just the right places and covered in tattoos. Since day one, they had called to her on some primitive warrior level.

“Hey,
you’re the one that wanted to eat. I would have ordered a pizza and spent the thirty minutes until it arrived having sex,” he added as his brother began laughing from across the room.

In the few years
that they had been married, she never once said she had a headache or tried to make an excuse to get out of the intimacy. In fact, she swore it was a cure for pretty much anything that could ail you. Sometimes, he was grateful there were two of them, or he’d be exhausted. At least he had Callen as a backup, just in case.

Elizabeth hopped up off the bed and moved to the chair with her suitcase. “I know, and I’m sure I’ll suffer thinking about it all night through dinner,” she replied, pulling out a simple wrap dress and lingerie that she brought with her. Holding it up, she waved it in front of her.

“Oh boys,” she called, waiting for them to turn around. When they did, the victory was hers. “It’s see through, lacy, and going to be under my clothes. Enjoy,” she teased as she slipped into the bathroom.

Both men
immediately reacted to the sexy lingerie that she waved around.

“She’s evil,” muttered Callen as he
already was picturing her in it and lying on their bed.

Ethan had a weakness when it came to lingerie. If it was lacy and innately feminine, it turned him on like crazy. “Yeah, thank God
for that!”

Callen laughed. “Hey, I think I have something,” he said, as his tablet beeped. His search may have just
paid off.

“What?” Ethan asked as he slipped
into a pair of boxers and crossed the room.

“I found a Church of Satan right outside Circle Rock. It’s run by
High Priest Arlen James. They have a website dedicated to the church.”

Callen pulled it
up and the eerie organ music began playing in the background as they scrolled through the site. There were links as to where they met, how to become a member, and where to send donations.

“Okay then. This is probably something we need to bump to the top of our list
. I think that we need to take a road trip to the church and see who is congregating there,” Ethan suggested.

“I don’t want her going there with anyone but you and myself,” Callen stated adamantly.

“I’m with you. I’d like to keep the mother of our children away from the local Satanists as much as possible.”

“
I’m glad we’re on the same page with that,” he replied before continuing, “I’m running the financials on our deceased victim too. She had retail listed as her job, and the cop who Cyra interviewed stated that Scarlet Red worked in town. If we can pinpoint where, we can also follow up on that too.”

Ethan pulled on his dress pants and grabbed his polo shirt from beside his brother.
It amused him that he and Callen were complete and total opposites. They may share the love of one woman, but when it came to dressing, they went their separate ways. For some reason, Callen favored white. Whenever they were to get dressed, he’d pick a white button down shirt or polo to go with his jeans. Ethan was the opposite. If it wasn’t black or dark blue, he would rarely select it.

“I’m ready,” she called from the bathroom door. Even though they were just going downstairs to eat, Elizabeth knew both men got all hot and bothered when she dressed up. Why not have a little foreplay all through dinner?

Callen whistled
and walked towards Elizabeth to check her out appreciatively. She had pulled her hair back into a twist at her neck and decided on a black dress. It was low cut and showed off some of her finest assets.

“You look beautiful, a
ngel,” he whispered as his lips met hers in a kiss. Everything in him screamed to seize the moment and toss her on the bed to roll around before dinner, but he was trying to learn to be more in control like his brother. When it came to Elizabeth, his ability to remain calm was tumultuous at best.

Ethan watched his wife and his heart soared. It was the same as the first
day he’d heard her voice and saw her standing in ‘
The Barrel’
in Salem. As his brother finally broke away, he watched as she crossed towards him. The look of pure love on her face always tripped him up, and he opened his arms to embrace her.

“Ethan,” she whispered, right before her lips found his. The kiss was nothing like the previous one.
That mating of mouths had been filled with heat and lust, but this one was filled with adoration.

Callen crossed to them
and took his place behind her to sandwich her between their bodies. It was comforting to know that no matter what, they were solid.

In Ethan’s life, there
had been many interludes and women. Perhaps too many for one man, but with this one, he was lost in the perfection of it all. Nothing had ever felt this right. He continued the kiss, as his brother sealed Elizabeth between them. Callen’s face was buried in her neck, and Ethan could feel his hand on his side. Together, these two people completed his heart, and he was blessed.