Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) (72 page)

Ethan had no freaking clue and simply shook his head.

Both men took deep breaths and turned their microphones back on to do their jobs.

Elizabeth went to her knees while the men in the front row put money in the waist of her tiny skirt. “Man entering at two o’clock. He’s another regular,” she said softly. Immediately, Tori was near him and checking him out.

It took a great deal of patience for the men to not lose it, as other men began trying to touch their woman. Money was being enthusiastically placed way too close to parts of her body that were most definitely off limits. When one tucked a bill into her top, Blackhawk nearly went off the couch.

Elizabeth hopped to her feet and one of the men in the front offered her a hand down the steps of the stage. She grinned at him and accepted, smiling sweetly
even he patted her on her barely covered ass. Once on the floor, she started moving towards her men. The look on their faces was priceless.

“Wow Director Blackhawk,” came Tony’s voice over the com. “That was some dance.
I’m thinking you’ve done this before.”

The com filled with laughter.

She smiled towards him and blew him a kiss as she walked towards Ethan, hips swaying and eyes wandering the room. “Hey there, sexy,” she purred, standing in front of him. “Want me to sit in your lap?”

Blackhawk looked dumbfounded. His wife looked even better up close. Her body had some sort of bronzing powder all over it, and her face was stunning.
The sway of the beads on the Native outfit was hypnotic.

“Your makeup is amazing.” It was all he could get out that didn’t involve throwing her over his shoulder and taking her to the back and doing so many insane things with her.

“That’s what you say after that performance?” laughed Tori, from the back of the bar. She was working her way towards Julian.

Elizabeth laughed her melodi
ous giggle, and watched both men react to the sound. “If you want me in your lap,” she said, pointing at her hips. “You gotta pay, sexy.”

Blackhawk had his wallet out pretty damn fast as he concentrated on her and the way she looked. He tucked a twenty into her skirt. Immediately
, Elizabeth climbed into his lap and straddled him as she played stripper.

“So, I instructed the strippers to stay inside unless necessary. Do we have an agent outside in the parking lot?” she asked, playing with his tie, and rubbing against him like she
had seen Trixie do with some other man.

“Yes, they’re out there,” answered Callen. He noticed his brother was a little distracted. He looked around the room and saw Cyra standing in front of the doctors, getting them drink.
He was pretty sure both men were getting quite a view, as she bent over in a very revealing top and barely there bikini bottom. No wonder the com had gone silent. Behind him Julian was leaning against the counter and Tori had finally found her way to his side. She was standing between his legs and running her hands across his chest, as she rubbed against him

Julian looked distracted by the
tiny camouflage outfit she was wearing. It was the same look on his face that was currently on Ethan’s.

With a click, Elizabeth shut down her com and leaned into Ethan’s free ear. “Do you like it, Cowboy?” she purred.
“Want to go home and play capture the Native?”

Blackhawk nodded
, as his body tightened against hers.

“
Later, sexy.” Elizabeth licked his earlobe. When he shook, she stood from his lap.

“
It’s my turn,” stated Whitefox, gleefully waving a fifty at his woman. When she sat in his lap, he tucked it in the top of her costume and grinned. “You look hot,” he said, muting his microphone.

Elizabeth tuned in his lap and faced out so she could scan the room. She was perched on just the right spot. When she slid around it was obvious what Callen was thinking about.

“Christ, so hot, Lyzee.” He muttered placing his hands on her hips as she did wicked things to the lower half of his body. He was trying not to focus on her ass in that scandalous skirt.

“One leaving out door two,” she
whispered into the com, watching Cyra follow him over. Elizabeth turned and muted too. “You can help me out of this when we get home, my love,” she purred in his ear and had the same reaction as he did from Ethan.

“Yes, please,” he begged. “Bring home the costume.”
Whitefox was overcome with that hysterical laughter of a man on the edge between sanity and madness.

She laughed. “I will.
Do I pull off Native well?”

Ethan looked like he was a man on the edge. He was going red, and it was creeping up his neck.

Elizabeth stood and braced her arms on the back of the couch, placing her chest inches in front of Callen’s face as she disengaged the mute. “I’m about to move locations,” she stated, running her hands down his chest before walking away.

Ethan and Callen watched the tiny sway of the laced up skirt
, with her ass peeking out. Then there was the sway of her hair swaying back and forth.

Callen spoke in their native language and
was answered at first with laughter. When she replied back so only they could understand, the room seemed to get even hotter.

“It’s going to be a very long night,” stated Blackhawk.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

Julian stood there with Tori pressed against his body. He kept dropping money into the string of her skirt. He was completely uncomfortable with anyone else leering at her but him. Plus she was blocking a very big problem that he was having at that moment.

“You look amazing, honey,” he whispered, the com off and their conversation completely private.

“You like?” she purred,
turning and rubbing her hips against the front of his body, as she slid down his frame.

“I don’t think like is an accurate word.” Julian wanted to drag her outside and take her over and over again. “The
camouflage is a real nice touch. Now I think I appreciate soldiers even more.”

She winked. “I can tell, I see you’re packing a very nice weapon there, tiger,” Tori said, loud enough that the men around her would buy that she was working the room.

Julian leaned forward and whispered in her ear, and she actually blushed and could feel her skin flush at his suggestion. “Later. I just happen to really think Native men are hot.”

He swallowed that she was up for what he offered later. This was a new side of her, and he loved it.

Something caught her attention, and Tori clicked back on the mike and ran her fingers down Julian’s taught frame, brushing his erection. “I’m going to stroll back to the private rooms,” said Tori. “I just saw Trixie head back with two men.”

“Affirmative,” stated Elizabeth as she crossed the room.
“I’ll pass through your area.”

“See you later, Julian,” she winked and laughed
, as he tried to keep her pressed to the front of him.

“Stay on your com,” he ordered
, gruffly.              

Tori simply nodded at him
, as she pulled away. Before she could get too far, he slapped her on the ass, and she started laughing. As she rounded the corner, Tori saw Elizabeth moving towards the doctors. Already her feet were killing her.

This was going to be a very long night.

Elizabeth sauntered over towards Tony Magnus and Chris Leonard. Both men were laughing and she knew why. This was going down in the history books like Miss Kitty.

They were going to bust her ass for a very long time.

“Hey, Boss,” Chris said snickering.

Elizabeth shook her head and said something in Native to Callen and Ethan. When Ethan replied back she laughed. It wasn’t perfect but he tried.

“What?” asked Chris.

Elizabeth muted her mike again to torture the man. “I told Ethan you patted me on the ass, and he’s going to kill you when you’re off duty.” The look on his face was entertaining.

“Hey! I didn’t do any such thing!”

Now she was snickering. “I know, and that’s what makes it funny as hell.” Elizabeth walked away. The music changed again and she wanted to get to the stage to see the whole floor again.

“
Cyra, anything?” she asked.

“Negative.
No one’s tried to lure me or the girls over here outside. I did score up a few ass pats and a grab or two.”

There was a choking sound over the com, and everyone looked over at Chris Leonard.

Elizabeth shook her head at her back up.

“Just awesome.”

                                *    *     *

He parked his car in the back by the employees and waited until the men wandering the parking lot got into their cars. Man, it was busy tonight at the club. They must be headlining some new
skin or something.

All that was going through his mind was that he hoped that she was working. He needed to get her tonight and rectify the last girl’s pathetic exit from the planet.

Leaning down in his car’s front seat, he looked at his watch. Generally she came outside at eight for a smoke break. That’s when he’d make his move.

Already his body was tight with need over what was to come. There was gasoline in the trunk and the fire ax sat on the seat beside him. Once he got her in the car, he’d make sure she was hurting for ruining the last one.

He smiled. Now it was all about just waiting.

                                *    *     *

Christ
almighty her feet were killing her. Tori would never complain again about having to wear combat boots. In fact, at that moment she’d trade just about anything for a pair. Standing outside the privacy room, she could hear Trixie’s laughter. Right now she was giving a lap dance to two men at once. More power to her.

Then she smelled it. Something about the stale smell
of sweat and lingering cigarette smoke made her stomach roll and body clench. It reminded her of the smell in the alley back in the sandbox, the night Quinn died.

Oh shit! Not now! This was the last thing she needed. Trying to take calming breaths
, she found her voice gone as the gray started to swallow her line of vision.

Tori knew she needed to get some fresh air and fast. If she didn’t, it was going to be a blackout.
Her first thought was to call for Julian, but then she’d have to explain to Elizabeth why he rushed from his spot.

It looked like Tori was on her own.
Hustling to the back door, she pushed it open and stepped out into the dark night.

The panic receded slightly as she fought to get her breath. Tori faced the parking lot, watching the marked car. The agent was observing and taking pictures.

That’s when she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she knew she was in trouble. The shove knocked her forward, as she slammed into the dumpster. Her last thought was she really hoped the sound of her head hitting metal was loud enough to alert the team.

                                *    *     *

He sat in his car and watched the back door open. His heart began to pound in his chest. It was the FBI agent that almost saw him the other day, and here she was dressed like a stripper. He could either take it as a sign that she was the one to die, or he could run because this meant they were close.

Shit!

Taking a deep breath he made his move. Grabbing the fire ax with his hand protectively covered by his sleeve, he crept up behind her and gave her an incredibly hard shove. Her head made a sickening sound as it hit metal. Looking around he wedged the ax into the door frame at the bottom jamming it.

He wouldn’t need long, but he did need a few minutes
to drag her to his trunk. Change in plans, but a whore was a whore. If the FBI was going to play dress up, trying to catch him, then all bets were off.

This was tonight’s entertainment.

                                *    *     *

The loud thud over the com grabbed everyone’s attention. It was so loud, everyone with an earpiece jumped.

“Where’s Tori?
” asked Elizabeth over the com. When there was no reply she scanned the room. The woman was nowhere to be seen. Then there was the sound of laughter over the com and a car horn.

“Shit,” she muttered, racing for the back of the building. “Ethan, get outside we lost Tori. I think she’s outside the building.”

It was all she had to say. Julian ran for the back door right behind Elizabeth. When they got there, they couldn’t open it.

She called to the agent in the car and told him to get to the back of the building fast.