Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) (45 page)

“You get to go first, Mr. Whitefox, s
ince you picked this outfit out and initiated this. Tonight it’s all about what’s bouncing around in your head.”

He nodded, and watched as she took him in her hand. When she stroked him, he shook already. Control was tough for him when it came to
Elizabeth. His brother had two years to learn patience and he only had months.

She turned to Ethan and did the same thing except it drew a low growl from low in his chest.

“Let the celebration begin, boys,” she said, first moving to Callen’s erection and taking him deep into her mouth. The second her lips made contact, he moaned. Elizabeth worked him hard, sucking and teasing. When she added teeth he begged. She simply pulled away and focused on Ethan, doing the same thing until she earned the same exact pleading.

Back to Callen she went, licking her way up his torso until she found his mouth. Kissing him hard, she pulled on his hair, refusing to let him break the kiss.
When he went to touch her, she stopped. “If you break the rules I will have Ethan hold you down while I have my way with you Callen.”

He blinked a few times,
surprised at her words, but then he simply nodded. There was a brief moment where he wondered if she’d actually do it.

Her mouth returned to his, and she plundered it, diving in deep and using the same teeth and tongue. Callen
groaned in pleasure and pain as Elizabeth broke away.

Focusing on Ethan, she pulled his hair free of the hair tie and ran her fingers through it. “Hello Director Blackhawk, what can I do today to make you feel really good?” she questioned, running her nails down his chest.

“I want to feel you riding me,” he answered, already picturing it.

“Done,” she said,
kicking off the heels and moving to stand in the middle of the bed. Slowly, she slipped the tiny thong down her legs and tossed it to Callen. Immediately, she climbed onto Ethan’s lap and slid him deep into her body.

Blackhawk
moaned as she encased him and began the silky slide up and down his erection. As he began to quake beneath her, Elizabeth made sure to grind down against him, pulling a gasp from his body.

“God baby, so close,” he whispered, enjoying the feeling of her body swallowing his.

Two more strokes and she stopped. “Callen’s turn,” she said grinning wickedly.

Blackhawk wanted to protest. Never had she left him hanging sexually. She’d finish off one man then go to the other. Now
, he was frustrated and close to losing control. What he wanted was to grab her and force his wife to ride him.

Elizabeth slid Callen into her body. Placing her hands on his shoulder, she began riding him too.
At first the pace was slow, building until it became harder, and she was getting close herself.

Whitefox was fighting hard to not explode. When her body began quivering around his, he knew he was doomed. Then suddenly it stopped. Callen opened his eyes to see her climbing back into his brother’s lap.

Elizabeth buried her hands in his hair as she rode him unhurriedly. The pace was achingly slow, torturing him as much as she could.

“Baby, you’re killing me.”

“Are you out of control yet, Ethan?” she asked. “No? Then let’s see if I can make that happen.” Once again, she picked up the pace, and could feel herself getting ready to explode. As she ruptured apart, she quickly jumped off his lap and slid onto Callen’s body.

Blackhawk moaned at how close he’d come to feeling pleasure, and now it was gone again. Left behind was the overwhelming feeling of no control. 

When Elizabeth climbed onto his erection, Whitefox was ready to explode. The torment was getting to him, and he just wanted to bury himself in her body until he found relief. Now she was starting to ride him again.

“Elizabeth, I’m going to lose control,” he said, trying to not think about the way she was trying to push him over the edge. “Please let me touch you.”

“What do you want to do, Ethan?” she asked, glancing over at him.

“You know what I want to do, Elizabeth.”

She was going to force him to use the words. “Not unless you say it. If you don’t then poor Callen won’t get to touch me.”

“Please give her what she wants,” he said. “I need to touch her,” he begged his brother, looking over at him.

“What do you want, Ethan?” she asked again, determined to force him to say it and break free.

“I want to fuck you
! I need to bury myself in you and take what’s mine,” he growled.

“Then take me,” she said grinning wickedly. “Fuck me, Ethan,” she whispered, and both men sucked in a breath.

Blackhawk moved fast, pulling her off his brother’s body, and throwing her between them. “Touch her Callen, our rules now,” he hissed, slipping into her body and feeling the need for hard uncontrolled sex with her.

Callen rolled, pulling down the leather of the bustier, and running his hand across her flesh, and then tracing the same pattern with his lips.

Elizabeth moaned, as one man pounded into her out of control, and the other one tormented her with teeth and tongue. She buried her hand in Callen’s hair and then reached up and did the same to Ethan’s. It connected all three of them together as Ethan set the pace.

Whitefox moved to her mouth and swallowed her moans. While driving her mad, he unlaced the black leather, pulling it from her body. Now the men had her free
of her lingerie.

Ethan was so damn close. A few more strokes and he was going to explode. Using the pad of his thumb, he rubbed the most sensitive part of her body until
she shattered. The feeling of her clenching down on him drove him crazy and pulled him over the edge. Ethan slammed into her and shouted her name.

Whitefox needed complete and total relief. He pulled Elizabeth out from under his brother. When Ethan rolled to his back, Callen laid her against him so he could take her from behind. He caught the last wave of her orgasm and began
pushing into her hard, causing her to plead more.

Blackhawk took her mouth and pillaged, swallowing everything.

Whitefox held onto her hips and repeatedly slammed into his woman, thinking about the chance she was carrying his child. It stirred him up and made him crazy. The punishing strokes were almost too much to handle, and he could feel her shaking around him and knew she was about to go over with him. One more hard stroke, angled just right and Elizabeth exploded, taking him with her. Callen poured hotly into her, laying his forehead on her back, as they rode out the bliss together.

When the storm had passed, he rolled, pulling her with him so she was cradled between them.

“I love you both,” she said, licking her lips. They tasted like Callen and Ethan.

Blackhawk laid his hand over her belly and already loved the child she was carrying, despite if it was his or his brother’s. It was a gift to their family and still was half his wife
and CJ’s blood. Her being the mother was all that mattered, since he and Callen shared half their own DNA.

“Ar
e you happy, Ethan? Callen? I was really worried about telling you both. I didn’t want this to come between us.”

Ethan thought about what to share and what to keep to himself. “I won’t lie; it makes me a little off balance. Of course I want another child, but if you’re carrying Callen’s child, I still have the solace of knowing I have CJ. Maybe the next one will be mine. I still want a brood
, and this changes nothing.”

Elizabeth stroked his cheek.

“I guess what I’m saying is that I hope the baby is yours, Callen,” stated his brother. It was hard to say, but under the jealousy he knew it was truth.

Whitefox watched his brother’s face, seeing nothing but love for both of them. The gift he was giving him was once again immeasurable. First he gave him a family and shared his wife, and now he was genuinely willing to hope the child was his.

“I love you, Ethan. I probably don’t deserve you as a brother and every day I’m so grateful.”

Elizabeth kissed Ethan on the lips. “You're a really good man, and I cherish you with my heart.”

Callen placed his hand on her belly beside his brother’s. “Is this why you haven’t been eating and drinking coffee?” he asked, kissing her on her bare shoulder.

“Let me tell you about
our next child. He hates meat.” Elizabeth was going to trust that Timothy’s prediction of a house full of boys would be true. “I’m not able to eat much of it.”

“Poor
angel,” he answered, kissing her neck more.

Ethan had a question
. “What can you eat? We don’t need you or the baby starving. I think we should make a chart of the foods that are palatable and the ones that aren’t and fill the house with only those things. I’m willing to forgo meat the rest of the pregnancy.”

Elizabeth and Callen started laughing.

“What?” Blackhawk didn’t get what was funny about that statement.

“You’re
obsessing over it already, and we’ve only known for an hour,” snickered his brother.

“It’s my job,” Ethan answered, grinning. “Wait until you see her do something completely cavalier with your child in her body. You
’ll lose your damn mind.”

“I absolutely will.
I'm sure of it.”

“Oh brother, you two are going to drive me bat shit insane the next seven months, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” they said together.

Callen
was feeling sick to his stomach, reminiscing about the other day’s events. Even if this child wasn’t his, there was no way he’d risk her or the baby. “Elizabeth, you could have been hurt in the strip club with that bouncer. You need to stay inside FBI West!”

Now Blackhawk started laughing. “Oh Cal, you better get a prescription for some meds, because I can guarantee that the next
few months are going to make you certifiable. I’ve lived it already, so I’m prepared. Chris Leonard can prescribe anti-anxiety pills.”

“The baby isn't going to get hurt,” sh
e said laughing. “I’m still me. I’m going to get fat and wobbly.”

Ethan grinned. “I still like you fat and wobbly.”

“Oh yeah,” muttered Callen. “It’s so much easier to catch the woman, when she’s slow and off balance.”

“I’ll show you slow and off balance, Callen James Whitefox,” she answered, grinning. “Tomorrow is the football game and I’m going to kick your ass.”

“We’re so not playing contact sports while you’re pregnant,” stated Whitefox.

Ethan sighed
, knowing where this was heading. He’d made the same mistake once too. “Son, you just walked into that one.” He knew what was coming. “Here comes your first pregnancy ass kicking.”

“Really Callen? Sex is a contact sport in which part of you gets so much closer to
the baby than me carrying a football in the mud. Are you giving up sex for the next seven months too?”

Blackhawk laughed at the panic on his brother’s face. “You have a lot to learn
and in zero time to do it.”

“You win,” he said, letting go of the worry. It was Elizabeth, and there was no way in hell she’d risk her own child. “I trust you.”

“WOW,” she said, staring at him. “That’s it? No fight, no arguments?”

He shook his head. “It’s your body, you know what you can do and
can’t.” What he didn’t tell her was he was going to be all over her nonstop.

“When can we test for paternity?” asked Blackhawk. “Or don’t you want to?” He glanced over at his brother.

Elizabeth shrugged. “To me this isn't even an issue. I know whose baby this is,” she said placing her hand over his and Callen’s. “This is my child. If you both need to know, I’ll get the testing.”

Ethan stared at his brother. “Well Cal?”

Callen went silent.

“What’s wrong,
love?” she asked, feeling his body tensing against hers.

“Is it wrong I really hope and need this baby to be mine?” he asked. “Am I completely selfish, because I can’t say what Ethan said?
That I can’t pretend I’m not feeling…”

Elizabeth ran a hand over his cheek. “It isn't at all. You want a child more than anything in life, and
if you need the testing then just say it.”

“I need it, and I’m sorry I can’t wait until the baby’s born. I’m sorry, Ethan.”

Blackhawk leaned forward and placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t apologize okay? Needing to know isn't a bad thing. I want to know too,” he admitted, only hoping that he could handle the outcome.

“I’ll talk to Chris on Monday. Find out what kind of testing is out there and how far along I need to be, and we’ll get the answers.”

“Thank you both,” he said, tears filling his eyes.

“How about we curl up and get some sleep,” she said yawning. “Tomorrow we have a long day ahead of us.
We’re visiting granddad, playing muddy football, and Christmas dinner with Julian and Tori. I wonder if I can get Dad to make me more fry bread,” she said, cuddling into the warmth of the men’s bodies.