Pledging to Die (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 11) (22 page)

“I’ve missed you so much,” she purred, leaning over to tease his ear as he drove them out of the parking lot. As her teeth nipped and tugged, Callen shivered.

“Angel, it’s been a week, and I’m still horny from the video sex the other night. If you keep it up, I’m going to do something about it.”

It was the only warning he’d give her.

“Really?” she replied, running her fingers down his chest and to the bulge in his jeans. “Callen James, I think you’re really happy to see me,” she teased.

“It’s the damn glasses, Lyzee, and you know it. God, I want you!”

She unzipped his jeans to pull him free. It wasn’t lost on her that she’d done the same thing to Ethan on their wedding night, and she’d gotten him to lose control too.

“Jesus,” he muttered, as she blew warm breath across his erection. “You’re going to get us killed, or arrested,” he stated.

Elizabeth wanted to giggle in glee. “Then you better stay focused,” she teased, taking him between her red lips.

Callen moaned as she swallowed him to the base. He wanted to lose it right there, but he never wanted it to end. He was so damn grateful their vehicle was high off the ground, because there was a stop light coming up.

As he slowed down, she sped up.

He began begging. The more he asked for mercy, the less she gave.

“Oh God!” he practically shouted, trying not to close his eyes. Callen prayed the light would turn green before he lost it. He had his sexy wife with her head in his lap, and he couldn’t help but want it to never end.

When the light did change, there were honks from horns. “Angel, you’re killing me.”

She refused to stop.

Instead, she worked him harder until his body shook from the teeth sliding up and down his erection. Elizabeth could feel the heat and wetness pooling in her panties. She wanted him in the worst way.

“More,” he begged. “I’ve missed this.”

Elizabeth gave him exactly what he wanted. When he moaned her name, she licked and teased him with the tip of her tongue.

Callen grabbed her by the back of the neck and drove her head back down his erection. When she willingly took him, he nearly exploded. “I have to have you,” he muttered, knowing they’d never get back to the apartment Ethan had rented.

This was a college town, so they couldn’t fornicate in the back of the Escalade, so that meant one thing.

He saw the motel sign. Pulling in, he jerked her off his dick. “Sit right there. Don’t move.”

With that, he zipped up and jumped out.

“Hurry, Callen. I need you.”

Those words reverberated through his head. As he rushed inside, he got them a room. He was pretty sure the man behind the desk thought he was insane. When he hesitated, Callen did something he never thought he’d do.

He whipped out his badge. “Now!”

The man rushed through the process as Callen tossed cash down on the counter. He knew he was making a spectacle, but all he could think of was Elizabeth in the vehicle.

Oh, and burying himself in her body.

Once he got the key, he raced back to the Escalade. Pulling her door open, he practically dragged her from the vehicle.

“Callen,” she gasped, as he led her to the door. Once the key was in the slot, he booted it open and pulled her in.

Now, he’d manhandle her like he wanted.

Callen couldn’t even think about slow. Instead, he shoved her face first against the wall, trapping her body there.

“I warned you,” he hissed in her ear, as he let his hands wander.

Elizabeth was overheating. The feel of Callen’s big hands roughly stroking at her body was enough to make her melt out of her heels. When he yanked her head to the side and bit her neck, she moaned.

Callen wanted her to feel so much. From the pain growing in his lower body from not having her, to the need in his heart to have her forever, he wanted to share.

In therapy, Doctor Gaines told him to be himself, that Ethan and Elizabeth would never stop loving him, even if he had to let some of the rougher edges show.

Now he was going to let that out.

Forcefully, he yanked her skirt up to her waist. Pressing his jean clad erection against her ass, he let her know what she’d done to him.

“I plan on taking you, Elizabeth. It’s going to be hard and brutal. If you want me to stop, tell me now. Once I start, I’m not holding back.”

She couldn’t speak.

There were few circumstances where she liked feeling trapped, and all of them had to do with the men in her life. “Please,” she begged, “don’t stop!”

His hands found the front of her shirt, and he pulled. It rendered under his fingers. When she shook at his assault, it only made him hotter, harder, and hornier.

Now he really felt like he was out of control.

The need to have rough, hard sex overcame him, and he didn't even try to fight it.

When she turned her head to stare over her shoulder at him, he attacked her mouth, violating it with his own. She didn't fight, but instead let him lead and that made him wilder.

He was going to control a strong woman, and that lit the flame in his gut.

With wild hands, he yanked her sidearm and badge from her hip throwing them on the nearby desk. With that, he spun her around.

“I need to fuck.”

She gasped as he yanked down his zipper, setting himself free. When he sprung out, engorged and needing her, Elizabeth wanted to beg. “Yes,” she whispered.

As he tore away her panties, she knew what was coming. Callen lifted her, dropping her legs around his hips. With that, he roughly buried himself in her body.

It was brutal.

Hard.

Unexpected.

Callen did just what he said he was going to do. He used her body to find some relief. Only, with each stroke into the warmth and wetness, it made him more and more crazy. Here was his one weakness, and he was getting lost in her.

As he pounded into her in abandon, Elizabeth yanked his polo from his body. Her fingers stroked the tan flesh covered in so many tattoos. From the fox on his abs, to the band around his arm, she let herself get lost in the sensation of sexy, strong man.

“So damn hot,” he muttered, watching his erection disappearing into her body. When he stroked her with his rough thumb, she came.

Hard.

She shouted his name, and it was enough to nearly take him to his knees. All the while, he needed to feel her tighten down on him. That delicious squeeze of muscles made him want to do so much more.

Pulling out, he heard her gasp. Without speaking, he began pulling her ruined clothes from her body. First went the shirt, then the skirt and tattered remains of her panties.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

Elizabeth stripped out of her bra only to watch Callen ditch his boots and jeans.

“Leave the heels,” he ordered, dragging her toward the bed. She let him roughly toss her on the mattress before throwing himself across her body.

Elizabeth let him set the pace. There was nothing hotter than when her men were out of control, and Callen was definitely hanging on by a thread.

As her hands found his hair, pulling him down to her mouth, his erection slid back into her body. At the first kiss of flesh against flesh, he began thrusting himself back into her.

Callen was desperate for her.

The glasses and heels were making his brain cloud with lust.

As he buried his dick in Elizabeth, his mouth took hers wildly. The slip and slide of tongue on tongue only added heat to the fire.

“So hot,” muttered Callen, as her nails dug into his flesh, offering him that delicious bite of pain.

It made him harder.

Wilder.

Needier.

Elizabeth couldn’t hold on anymore. With his last thrust into her body, she shattered apart, falling into the bright spiral of colors.

Callen pulled from her body. While he wanted to fall, he wanted something more. Rolling her over, he yanked Elizabeth to her knees.

When his erection nudged her again, his hand landed sharply on her ass. “That’s for making me out of control,” he said.

She gasped at the slap. “Callen.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, just before taking her the way he really wanted. When his erection found its home in her ass, he trapped her beneath him.

“Oh God!” she practically shouted at the invasion.

He didn't care.

He had to have her.

He needed to claim his woman after being apart for a week.

Wildly, Callen pumped his hips, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her body. When his hands found hers, Callen pinned her to the bed, refusing to let her go.

She was his prisoner, and together, they’d both get lost in the pleasure.

“More, Elizabeth. Take more,” he ordered, getting lost in the invasion. When Callen began to shake, he released one arm to find that sensitive part of her body. With viciously rough fingers, he brought her to the edge and shoved her off.

Gentleness was gone, and in its place there was pure, raw lust.

Her orgasm tore the last threads of control from him, and he fell, tumbling right with her into the pleasure filled abyss. His explosion rushed through them both, and time seemed to stop.

When the haze cleared, Callen found himself still pressed over the top of her. Gently, he rolled to her side, and she cuddled against him.

“Welcome home,” she muttered into his chest.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, still wary. While he knew Elizabeth loved their sex life, there was always that little kiss of fear that he’d, one day, go too far.

She snorted. “Yee haw, Indian. That was hotter than a billy goat in a pepper patch.”

He glanced down at her. “What? Where the hell did that come from?” Callen asked laughing. “Where was the Native comment? Are you all out of them?”

She laughed. “I can’t think. I’m pretty sure you melted my brain. That’s all I got.”

Callen tipped her chin up to leave a kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

She ran her fingers over his abs, tracing the fox tattooed there. “I love you too, but now we have one hell of a problem.”

He stared down at her. “What?”

She pointed at the clothes tossed all over the place. “You destroyed my things. All that’s remaining is a bra. How am I going to get out of here?”

“I only have my clothes in the Escalade.”

She laughed. “We’re supposed to meet Ethan for lunch. You’re going to have to call him and have him pick me up some gear.”

Callen started laughing. “Can’t you call?”

She sat up and straddled his hips. “Nope. You accosted me in a sleazy motel. You’re going to have to own this one, Cal. A girl has to have some fun.”

“Shit,” he muttered when she handed him his phone. “This is all your fault, Elizabeth.”

She stared at him. “Mine?”

“Yeah, you had to wear those damn glasses and heels, didn't you?”

She crawled under the covers of the hotel bed, praying she didn't catch some disease. “That’s right. Blame the victim. My hero.”

Callen made the call.

Next time, he’d make sure he packed her clothes in with his.

You know…

Just in case.

       
         
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  B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x   * * *

He escorted her back to the dorm. All the while, he didn't want to leave her alone. The second she walked inside, he couldn’t reach her, and that was eating away at Brody.

All he wanted was to keep her beside him, where he knew she would be safe and sound.

“Thank you for the escort,” she said, knowing it was likely just the job. Johanna missed the subtle things they had together. There was the light scent of his cologne, the way his blue eyes sparkled when he laughed, and how he always offered her a stick of gum.

She’d been a fool to believe she could live without any of that. Once he invaded her life, there was no going back.

“Can I come up with you?” he asked, knowing that in the all girl’s dorm, he had no chance of getting past the guard at the door. Campus police had locked the place down.

“Why?” she asked. Despite wanting him up there, Johanna was still worried.

“We need to talk.”

“About the case?”

He could tell her the truth, but Brody was pretty sure she’d bolt, and that was the last thing that he needed. “Sure.”

“I guess that’s okay.”

“We have to look like I’m seducing you, Joey. They’re probably watching us, and I need to make it look like I’m trying to get in your pants.”

At his words, she blushed.

He saw it.