Pledging to Die (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 11) (37 page)

“We own you,” Ethan said, dropping his hand sharply on her ass. When the crack of flesh on flesh sounded through the room, both men groaned.

“Oh Christ!” Callen muttered over and over again.

Ethan was lost in the moment too. With each wiggle of her ass, he actually wanted to leave more and more hand prints on it.

Well, why not?

As his palm landed against her pale flesh, the sound reverberated through the room.

Elizabeth moaned.

Callen begged.

Ethan shook.

It set off the explosion.

Callen could feel her tightening down on his body, milking him for everything he was worth. “Oh, shit! Angel!” he shouted, knowing he was so damn close. When his fingers wrapped firmly around her throat, he couldn’t help but push the boundaries even more.

He’d always wondered…

As his hands circled her neck, Elizabeth shattered apart.

Whether it was the fact that two men were buried in her body, that Ethan had struck her again, or that Callen was doing something new, she’d never know. All Elizabeth did know was that this was one hell of an orgasm.

Her entire body tensed, making Ethan’s strokes harder. He shook, his body unable to hold on any longer. He ruptured apart, calling her name.

Everything stopped around them.

Elizabeth stayed pressed between Callen and Ethan, both men buried in her body. Her hands were still bound, and she was still flushed red from the sexual heat.

As Ethan pulled himself free, he rolled onto his back on the bed. It was a few minutes before he spoke, “God, I love Miss Kitty. She deserves an altar and monument. Just when I swear the sex couldn’t get hotter, I’m proven wrong.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Well, Miss Kitty aims to please.”

Callen didn't speak, instead, he simply held her against his chest as he caught his breath.

“I feel like I need to thank you,” Ethan teased, running his hand gently over her ass.

She laughed. “Well, since you’re in the mood to make me happy, someone needs to sashay his ass out to the living room. There’s pizza on the table, and the doors aren’t locked.”

He rolled to his side and kissed her on the cheek. “After that, I’d do just about anything.”

She couldn’t help but grin smugly. She was pretty impressed with that display of marital debauchery herself. As she remained on Callen’s body, he was oddly quiet. When she sat up, he was watching her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, running his fingers over her collar bones. “I just got lost in the moment, and I’d always wanted to see what it would be like...”

She wiggled free of the bra, proving that she wasn’t really their prisoner. Then she placed her fingers over his mouth. “If you’re going to apologize for what just happened, I’m going to be pissed. Ethan is finally out of his shell, you had a good time, and I’ve been boned by two sexy Natives. This was one for the record books, Callen. You didn't hurt me at all. I would have stopped you if there was some line crossed. When you need something in bed from me, take it. There are no boundaries between us. You need to remember that.”

He relaxed at her words. “It was pretty hot.”

Elizabeth saw that he wasn’t going to get upset. “I concur.”

They could hear Ethan moving around out in the living room, whistling.

“Thank you for being my bed whore,” Callen said, grinning.

She smiled sweetly, just before sucker punching him. “That only works during sex.”

He sucked in a breath and rubbed his ribs. “Good to know,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath.

She cuddled into his body, all the while laughing.

She was a pretty lucky girl.

There was no doubt.

Chapter Twelve

Saturday Early Morning

At some point, after the post pizza debauchery, they all fell into slumber. The three Feds were sleeping like the dead, trying to catch up on some of the lost zzz’s from the previous night.

At first, no one moved when the cell phone broke the silence of the room. They were pretty much hoping it was a part of each of their dreams.

Finally, when Elizabeth reached across Ethan’s body to the night stand, she took one for the team.

“Someone better be on fire,” she muttered into the phone. From the clock on the table, they’d only been asleep a few hours, and not nearly enough for any early morning jackassery from her team.

“Elizabeth? This is Nick. You need to get here, and fast.”

She sat up in bed, putting the phone on speaker. When Callen pulled the pillow over his head, she wasn’t the only one beyond exhausted.

“Where? What happened?” she asked, even as Ethan, the brave soul that he was, climbed out of bed.

“We’re behind the sorority dorm on campus. We had a call about someone finding a body, so I rushed out here right away. I didn't think you’d want the campus police tromping all over your crime scene.”

Well, he was right about that.

In fact, that was the last thing they needed. With very little damning evidence, they had to hope they’d pull something.

“Keep everyone off the body, make sure the person who found it is isolated, and we’ll be there in the next thirty minutes. I have to get my team moving.”

Yeah, and her ass going too.

It wasn’t going to be easy. She was running on very little sleep and desperately needed it.

“We’ll hold the scene together until you get here,” Nick stated. “She’s been here a while. I think this is your missing dead girl. She’s not looking all that pretty.”

Elizabeth pulled on her jeans and had to wonder why now? Was this a break or was the universe yanking her chain?

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

He couldn’t sleep, and that was mostly his fault. He didn't contact Johanna to let her know that he couldn’t see her, and it was weighing heavily on his shoulders.

All he could hope was that she’d understand, and not be too worried about him. Brody knew his partner, and there was no doubt that she’d rush headlong into danger to follow him.

It was just how she was.

Now, as he lay in his bed, he missed her. There was a profound emptiness as he thought about what he craved.

Joey’s touch.

Her kiss.

The feel of her body against his.

This was total hell, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it. Sliding out of bed, he was going to have to have one hell of a good reason to be heading out. If someone was downstairs, he needed some reason.

Staring across the room, he saw his sneakers.

It looked like he was going for a run.

Maybe he could swing by her dorm and see if she was okay. In the back of his mind, he was well aware that she was fine. It was insanity to think otherwise. Had Joey been hurt, someone from the FBI would have let him know.

It’s just that sleeping alone really sucked.

He needed her.

Getting into his running gear, he grabbed his earbuds, and headed downstairs. When he arrived, he found Sutton at the kitchen table having coffee.

“You’re up early,” he stated. “Going out?”

“Running,” he said, faux stretching.

“You’re stressed about the party, aren’t you?” he asked, “because you had to waste your time on that other girl.”

Oh, he was stressed, but not because of that. As for Johanna being a waste of time, well, that was total bullshit.

She was the only person in the world who mattered to him. In fact, she was more important than even him. When it came down to it, he’d die to keep her safe.

“I’m just eager to see what goes on downstairs. It’s like Christmas morning,” he added, bullshitting his way through the entire conversation. Once he was down there, he had no idea what he was going to do. It wasn’t like he could have sex with someone, and he certainly couldn’t take five men into custody.

Yeah, he was starting to get worried. 

“You have no idea,” Sutton stated, sipping his coffee. “Once you go there, you’ll never go back. It’s the most amazing orgy you’ll ever have in your life.”

“It’s not…illegal, is it? The FBI has been digging around,” Brody said, trying to get the man to talk to him. “That freaks me out. I’ve been arrested before, and the last thing I want to do is spend a night in jail. My old man will shit a brick. He likes to keep our names out of the news.”

He laughed. “Arman has it under control. He’s pretty smart. I think he has the Fed lady all tied up in knots.”

“So it is illegal.”

“Does that really bother you?”

Brody had to cover his ass. “No, I guess not. My dad isn't exactly on the up and up. If he freaks out, I’ll just point that little detail out. I just like to know what I’m getting into.”

Sutton looked around. “We give them a little something to calm down, and since they’re drunk, they don’t remember a thing. Not one woman has ever come back and cried anything but more.”

That made him sick.

The man just admitted to drugging and raping women. Yeah, Joey wasn’t going anywhere near this den of iniquity. It wasn’t happening.

“It’s fast. We take the train for a ride, and that’s all there is too it. We stick some cash in her pocket to cover our asses. She looks like a slut, and we paid for her services. It’s five against one, and really…no one’s ever come back and said anything. It’s a shame you couldn’t get the ice queen to give in. She would have been one hot piece of ass downstairs. Arman has been trying to bag that babe for weeks.”

The fact they wanted Joey to be one of their girls, made him glad he’d told them she was frigid. Now she was safe.

That’s all that mattered.

“You’ll love it. I swear. Just hang in there. You’ll never want boring old sex again.”

If he stayed, he was going to punch the man out. It was best to plaster a fake smile on his face and head out. Then he wouldn’t blow his cover.

“I’ll see you later,” he said, walking out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Sutton pulled out his phone and made the call. “He’s gone. Are you sure we have to do this?” he asked. “I really like him.”

He listened as Arman questioned his loyalty, and it grated on his nerves. The man thought he was God and ruled the universe.

The truth was—he was nothing more than an asshole.

“Yeah, I got it,” he said, hanging up. Sutton felt bad for the guy. If he was who he said he was, he’d be fine, but if this was him screwing them over, Arman would have his head on a silver platter.

He was a douche like that.

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

As he ran the loop toward Johanna’s dorm, he couldn’t help but notice that for that early in the morning, it was pretty busy out. Normally, college students slept in during the weekend. They partied on Friday and Saturday night, and recoupled the following mornings.

It was the norm.

This didn't seem right.

As he got closer to the dorm, he could see the flashing lights, and his heart began pounding in his chest.

This sucked.

Something was going on just outside Johanna’s door.

His blood pressure immediately shot up. The side of the building and the back was blocked off. All he could hope was that if he went inside, he could bypass the guard.

Creeping through the door, Brody really wished he could pull his badge. It would make getting upstairs that much easier. When he snuck in with a group of campus cops, barely anyone even noticed him.

That floored him.

The one cop who noticed him took one look at his running gear and must have thought he stayed there.

Thank God!

As they headed toward the desk, he took the back stairs and rushed up them to get to Johanna’s room. When he knocked, she opened, bleary eyed.

“What?”

He pushed her back into the room and locked the door behind them.

“What’s wrong?”

From her closed blinds, he realized that she wouldn’t have a clue about what was going on outside. “I ran by hoping to see you, and instead, I found a mess.”

He led her to the blinds, and they looked out.

She stared. “Oh, crap! Should we go down?”

“NO! You already found the last two bodies, and I saw that reporter down there. The vulture is looking for a carcass to pick at. You’re staying right here, and so am I.”

She didn't mind. Going against his body, she rested her head on his shoulder. The familiarity of his scent drew her in. “I missed you last night. I waited up.”

He was sorry about that. “I got stuck at the frat house, and couldn’t sneak away.”

There was a pause.

“Joey, we have to talk.”

Johanna didn't like the tone in his voice. It freaked her out. “What happened?” She could see from the look on his face, something was bothering him.

Brody, while brave, had a shitty poker face. It gave him away every time.

“You’re not going to like this, but it had to be done,” he said, before telling her everything that happened back at the frat house. He blanched when he had to tell her about picking a new girl and taking her back to his room.

She stepped back, her mouth going wide with surprise.

“I swear, I won’t touch her, Joey. My biggest concern was getting you safe, and now you are. I can’t have you getting hurt. I know we’re working, but I can’t risk you.”

She didn't want to hear it. They were partners, and she was in this with him. “Brody. This is exactly why the FBI doesn’t let people in relationships work together. The male tends to lose his mind and think the female is helpless.”

“I need you to trust me. I need you to believe that I’m not going to sleep with someone else, and that this is all going to work out.”

There was fear in his eyes, and that bothered her. Johanna hated that he really thought this would break them. There was no way in hell that Brody would have sex with a girl while on the job.

Well, unless it was her.

“Stop,” she said, as his face showed a million emotions. “I trust you, Broderick. You’re not going to do anything to hurt me. We’ll get through this,” she said, taking his cheeks in her palms. “I have a way for you to get out of it, but you’re not going to like it,” she offered.

He was relieved that Joey trusted him, but worried about what kind of plan she was hatching in her head. It couldn’t be good.

No, it wouldn’t be good.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, taking her back into his arms. When she told him, he stared down at her, his mouth agape. “That sucks! I don’t like this at all!”

“Well, I told you that you wouldn’t.”

Sadly, he’d listened to it, and it might just work.

He really hated that most of all.

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

When he was gone from the frat house, Arman made the choice to violate his privacy. Sending Nels to do his dirty work, he had the man toss his room.

Something was bothering him about the fellow brother, and he needed to set his fears to rest. If Nels came back empty handed, then there would be no harm done. He’d trust the man, and they could pretend this ugly little episode didn't happen.

Deep down, he wanted to like Broderick Seaton. After spending the evening with him, playing poker and talking, he thought he was pretty damn funny. 

Maybe that’s what set him on edge.

Broderick looked twisted up the entire time, and he kept asking a few too many questions as everyone else got shit face drunk. That alone threw up flags for him.

Sutton swore the man was cool, but now he wanted to make sure. Someone had to protect their little unit, now that the FBI was tracking them like dogs.

As he sat in the living room, watching the front door while the other brother watched the back, he glanced down at his watch. If he was running, he’d be back soon. If not, Garrick would be reporting in with the details.