Dead Shall Speak (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 10) (18 page)

He wanted to shout in joy, since he was next.

Ethan buried his hands in her hair, using her head to control the depth. While he tried to be gentle, his woman was using every trick in the book to make him explode.

So, he wasn’t going to fight it.

When she slid her teeth down the length of him, the tremor started at the knot in his gut and exploded outward, nearly taking him to his knees. Fortunately for him, Callen was right there to catch him.

“My turn!” he blurted, helping his brother to the bed in order to have Elizabeth’s mouth on his now even more engorged erection.

“Come on, angel. Make me beg,” he hissed when she stared at him with nothing but trouble in her eyes.

“As you wish,” she answered, right before the death grip on his balls.

“Oh, shit!” he said, nearly tumbling.

When her mouth found him, Callen knew she was going to give him all she had.

Ethan watched from the bed, enthralled. Of the three of them, Callen liked the rougher sex. If he could feel pain and the mix of pleasure, he was in heaven.

Elizabeth liked a mix of both, and Ethan just enjoyed the feel of his woman beneath his body.

Really, that did it for him in a heartbeat.

“More,” Callen hissed through clenched teeth, as Elizabeth sucked and stroked frenetically.

When his hand went to the back of her head, Callen couldn’t help himself. He drove her straight down the full length of his erection, burying her face against his flesh. Even as her body fought to swallow him, she never released his balls. The pressure there, the feel of teeth on the most delicate part of his body, and her watering eyes shoved him off the edge, and he erupted down her throat.

When he collapsed on the bed, Ethan was ready to go. “I have to taste you.”

Yanking her to her feet and pushing her to her back, he then buried his face between her legs. It was like he couldn’t get enough. Elizabeth was the buffet, and he wanted to gorge on the best thing in life.

It was like he was breaking a thirty one day fast, and he was going to consume until he couldn’t anymore. It was the best Blackhawk bender ever.

Even as he buried his lips and tongue in the wetness, the palm of his hand laid gently over their child.

It was possessive, yet all the while welcoming his second lease on life home.

Her body bucked beneath him as he drove her from the edge over and over again. First, he would feast, and then tease. Finally, he would revel when she fell.

“Ethan!” she practically shouted, as his fingers found their way into the moisture. When she tightened down on him, Ethan wanted to praise whatever God was listening.

She was back.

They were whole again.

Once the ever growing pressure was off his shoulders, he could relax.

After her last orgasm, Callen interrupted. “My turn. I’m dying for some wife.”

He watched his brother slide up her body, finding her mouth with his once more. Together, they shared the delicious taste of his woman.

Callen didn't waste any time. He went right for the pain, knowing that Elizabeth would respond. With rough fingers, he ground down on that sensitive nub, just to watch her body buck in anticipation of what was to come. As his hand destroyed her, his mouth lapped at the moisture.

He couldn’t get enough.

At her muffled scream, he had to bury his fingers in the pale flesh of her thighs to hold on. That’s how powerful the orgasm had been.

As she rode his lips and mouth, he couldn’t wait anymore.

“I have to do this,” he said, yanking her hips up. With his erection weeping for her attention, he sunk balls deep into his woman.

She arched, nearly throwing Ethan from the kiss.

Without waiting for a signal that she was ready, he began filling her. Then, it went past sex.

It became a frenzied fucking.

Callen couldn’t control it. The tight, wet glide took over, dragging all thought from his brain other than exploding deep within her body. With Each thrust, he practically lifted her from the mattress. It was only Ethan’s weight keeping her in place.

Elizabeth couldn’t move. One man was pounding himself into her body in abandon while the other was pouring his soul into her by way of mouth.

It was insane.

It was crazy.

It was perfect
.

It was them…

When his mouth was free of hers, she egged Callen on. “Come on! You can do better than that,” she hissed, wanting him to just let go and live in the moment with her.

The thrusting increased.

His breath was labored.

He didn't think he could handle more.

When his brother leaned down to bite on one of her swollen nipples, Elizabeth shattered apart, taking Callen with her.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” he shouted as they took their tumble.

Together.

Only, she didn't remain still for long.

Her world tipped, and she found herself on her knees, braced against Callen’s body.

He was supporting her weight as Ethan found himself riding her next. His pounding strokes mimicked his brother, but this time, they let her moan and make all the noise she wanted.

Screw the world.

They were back together again.

Callen slid down to kiss her as his brother buried himself in her body. He was generally Mr. Finesse, but tonight he was horny and needed relief after a month of not having her.

It was etched into his face.

As the beads of sweat formed on his flesh, Ethan didn't give up. He wanted that one spot.

Then, he found it.

She screamed in absolute pleasure.

It was only then that he let himself explode, pouring into her in wave after wave of heat. Ethan couldn’t think, hear, or see. His only choice was to tumble to the bed in satisfaction.

God! This had to be the highlight of his life. The woman he loved was back.

The sound of three ragged breaths filled the rented hotel room. It spoke of the sexual marathon they had just run.

Together, they were a tangled, sweaty mess, but it didn't matter. They were complete.

For the longest time, no one spoke.

Finally, Elizabeth was able to string a few words together. She only hoped they made sense.

“I’m hungry.”

Callen snorted. He still couldn’t feel his feet. It might be because someone was lying on them. He was too weak to look.

Blackhawk tried to move off his brother. “Five minutes. Then I’ll get us pizza. I promise.”

She giggled.

“I missed you two.”

The feeling was mutual. The men in her life had a deep, black hole in their hearts until that moment. She was the only way to fix it.

Elizabeth felt dread begin to overwhelm her. Finally, she knew it was time. “Before food, we have to talk.”

Those simple six words killed the afterglow.

The tone in her voice said it all. It was mix of fear and terror. Neither man doubted that it was going to be something big. With their woman sounding this afraid, it only meant one thing.

The shit was about to hit the fan.

“What happened, Elizabeth?” Blackhawk asked, pushing up. He feared for the worst. His mind immediately went to the young Marine who she’d been trapped with.

Tears filled her eyes. “Oracle.”

It was all she had to say before they moved closer, caging Elizabeth protectively in their arms to let her cry.

There was relief and also terror.

Elizabeth got weepy, but never over work related shit. If she was upset over her secret mission, something had to have gone bad.

“What happened, baby?” Ethan asked, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “Nothing you tell us is going to be that bad.”

They had no idea.

Callen kissed the curl of her ear. “It’s okay, angel. You can tell us. We’ll take care of it for you. You don’t have to make yourself sick over this.”

It helped to have them near.

Now, it was time.

It gushed from her in wave after wave of sob filled explanation. Elizabeth told them everything. How the woman scared the hell out of her. How Avalon Miller was the most frightening person she’d ever met in her life.

In all honesty, she wanted to call a priest for some demonic exorcism.

That said a lot, considering the evil she’d faced down, and her total disdain for all things religious.

Elizabeth told them about how she was aware of Jagger and Jaxon’s father being alive, how she was eerily blind but saw everything, and finally the worst part.

She told them that a brother had to die.

Both men finally got it.

Now they understood why she had bailed on the more important mission. While the other stuff would rock her, the last part would wound Elizabeth. She was their protective raven, and her duty was to keep them safe.

Ethan and Callen’s eyes met. A message was passed between them. Not long ago, they’d nearly lost Ethan. Now, they wouldn’t take any chances.

They’d double down on their security. They weren’t falling for that shit fest again. It nearly broke them, taking seven months to fight their way back.

This killer wouldn’t get what he wanted. At the end of this case, they would be going home.

All of them.

Together.

Ethan climbed off the bed and grabbed his phone from his discarded trousers. “Let’s order pizza and talk about what’s been going on.”

Elizabeth tried to stop shaking. She wasn’t sure if it was the fear or the lack of food making her body quiver. “Okay, Ethan,” she stated, climbing out of bed to grab his discarded dress shirt. After slipping it on, Callen patted his lap.

She took a seat and leaned into his body.

“What do you have here? Gabe barely briefed me. In his defense, I was so hell bent on getting out of dodge, I wasn’t really listening.”

Ethan sat down after ordering the food. “We have a mess.” Then, he told her everything. Not one detail was missed. It wasn’t lost on him that her eyes narrowed, and she got the look on her face that was often there when she was processing information.

“So you have thirty victims from three decades ago and now he’s back?”

Blackhawk nodded.

“Yeah, immediately, my gut tells me that it’s not going to be the same killer,” she offered. “First, the primary sets of remains were deeper. That’s going to come into play. If this is the same killer, he’s much older now. You have a higher probability that this is a copycat.”

Callen agreed. “That’s what we were thinking.”

“How old are the victims?” she asked, lovingly stroking Charlie. The baby was getting hungry. The flipping and swimming was starting. The child was doing the backstroke in a very small pool.

“That’s something we’re waiting on. Maybe tomorrow you can push the tech team and get some answers.”

She nearly chortled in glee. “God, I missed tormenting them. I want to surprise them when I arrive. I love the deer in headlights look they all get.”

Callen kissed her on the cheek. “You’re evil.”

“I know. God, it’s good to be back.”

“Jesus!” she blurted, grabbing her stomach. Both men jumped. If she wanted to freak them both out at once, that was the best way to do it.

“What?” Ethan demanded, getting worried.

“Your child is getting wild.” Taking both men’s hands, she placed them over her belly. There was nothing more amazing than watching Ethan and Callen’s faces as they felt life.

Blackhawk wanted to weep. “Hello, my little angel,” he said, dropping to the floor. “Daddy missed you. I can’t wait to see you soon.”

“Hey! Not too soon! She’s not done cooking in there!” Elizabeth stated, laughing.

Callen stroked her belly. “I can’t wait to hold you, Charlie. There’s a little girl at home who needs a break from the boys. She’s excited to have a sister.”

Charlie kicked.

Both men laughed.

They could stay like that forever. Unfortunately, there was a knock at the door.

“Dinner!” Elizabeth blurted. “Hurry!”

The men laughed.

Regretfully, Callen released her to find his jeans on the floor. Pulling them on, he moved toward the door to check. It was indeed the pizza delivery guy.

Opening it, he took the box.

“How much do I owe you?” Callen asked, pulling his wallet out.

“Twenty,” was the reply from a boy who couldn’t have been more than nineteen. “Wow, someone trashed your room,” he said, pointing to the clothing littering the floor.

Elizabeth couldn’t help herself. She opened her mouth and before the words could trip from her lips, Ethan kissed her.

It was better safe than sorry.

Who knew what she’d saved up over the last month? It might scar the pizza boy for life.