Slay Bells Ring (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 12) (41 page)

He watched them. As they entered into the house, he knew it was the perfect time to do it.

With his woman by his side, they made their plans. Tonight, they were going to take them. That was the goal. At first, he wanted to wait, worried the FBI would string them all together, and find them.

Only, Bonnie wasn’t nervous.

That was odd. Normally, she was the hesitant one. It looked like the tide was changing.

She was getting into this.

It looked like she was just like him. He’d begun thinking that she’d cave, but she was turning out to be a good partner.

He liked them weak.

Stupid.

And easy to use.

She was the perfect specimen for that. Together, they were one hell of a team. Not since the original Bonnie and Clyde had there ever been two more prolific criminals.

Years from now, when they were old and gray, they’d have this.

Murder was their legacy.

Torture was their badge of honor.

Taking the perfect couples, destroying their lives, and using their money was ideal.

Why hadn’t anyone thought to do this before?

These sheep were so lost in the process of being perfect on the outside, and flawed on the inside, that they didn't see it coming.

They deserved everything they got.

Christmas was important to him, and these deaths were the way he rewarded himself.

It was the gift which kept on giving.

After all, he deserved it.

All his life, he’d had a shitty holiday season, bounced around and ignored.

Now he was center of attention, and he was going to shine. With Bonnie at his side, they’d rule the world.

They’d be unstoppable.

As he watched the lights go on in the house, he worked out the plan in his head. He wanted to take his time with these too.

They were rich.

Beautiful.

Spoiled.

They were everything he wasn’t, and that meant one thing.

He wanted them to pay.

“Did you bring everything with you, Bonnie?” he asked, hoping she did. The last thing he needed was a glitch to his well-worked out plan.

“I have everything right here. I made sure it was all ready and in the bag.”

He was pleased.

There was nothing worse than showing up to the party and not having a little present.

That spoiled the fun.

How could he do his job without the proper gear?

“Then we should get this party started,” he stated, leaning over to kiss her. Brutally, he took her mouth with his, and he loved every second of it.

When she fought, he liked it best.

“Then let’s go,” Clyde said, pulling her out of the shadows. “Baby, it’s cold outside.”

She giggled. “That’s my favorite Christmas song.”

“We’ll sing it later as we warm ourselves by the fire,” he promised.

At the front door, they knocked. Pulling their Tasers out, they got ready. As soon as the man opened the door, she hit him with it.

His body convulsed all the way to the floor.

The scream from behind the fallen man was enough to make Clyde jump into action. He grabbed the blonde by the hair and slammed the Taser to her throat.

Her body shook as the volts tore through her body.

“That was satisfying,” he said, grinning over at his woman.

Bonnie said nothing. Instead, she simply enjoyed the moment.

It was amazing.

And one she’d never forget.

Chapter Thirteen

Reservation

Cabin

When they got back to the cabin, night was already falling. It was dark in the city, but in the middle of the Rez? Well, it was as black as coal.

It made both men nervous as they got out of their vehicle. What they wanted was to get inside and relax.

Ethan was going to make them dinner, and they were going to work on the whiteboard as they tried to catch their breath.

It was chaos the last few weeks, and this one was looking no better. They needed to reconnect, and they would.

Once they handled the unpleasantries.

“I’m going to get changed,” Elizabeth offered.

Ethan flopped down on the couch to take a moment to relax. As much as he loved the power suit, he liked getting out of it so much more.

It was one hell of a long ass day.

Callen grabbed them both a beer before heading his brother’s way. At the couch, he swigged it, letting the icy chill coat his throat.

“That’s what I needed.”

“Oh, so this is wasted?” Elizabeth asked from the doorway.

Both men turned, and the smiles on their faces disappeared.

There stood their woman in some kinky Mrs. Claus outfit.

“I thought that we could celebrate the holiday. At this rate, we may not get home until we’re almost ninety.”

Callen didn't move. He stood there with the beer bottle halfway to his mouth. “I’ve been a very naughty boy,” he finally admitted.

Ethan disagreed. “I’ve been worse. I taught him everything he knows. Punish me first.”

She was amused.

There was nothing like two horny, distracted men to make her night. What she needed was to forget the last couple of days, and they would clear her mind.

Sex was cathartic.

It wasn’t her fault they were sexy, and she couldn’t keep her hands off them.

Moving toward them, she realized when Callen noticed the shoes. They were wicked, sinful, and something he couldn’t resist.

“Newborn baby Jesus, I think I died and went to heaven.”

Ethan followed his brother’s gaze as their woman approached. He couldn’t argue with that sentiment.

“Mrs. Claus, would you like to sit on my lap?” he asked, holding out his hand. “Callen is busy drinking a beer.”

He protested. “I was caught off guard! That’s not fair! I saw her first.”

Ethan grinned as she straddled his lap. “Oh, hell no. I chased this sheriff down. I definitely saw her first.”

“I meant…screw it! Just get her naked.”

Elizabeth laughed until Ethan ran his fingers over the furry lingerie. It was see through, red, and something that would make a saint blush.

“Santa Baby, know what I want for Christmas?” she asked, sitting across his now throbbing erection.

“Please say me. Please say me,” Callen said, repeating it over and over again.

“You’re half right,” she admitted.

Ethan grinned, letting his fingers play over her bared skin. “How about two Native men under your spell?”

It was hard not to think back to the last time he had sex with her. Ethan had been rough, and that wasn’t his style. No, tonight, he’d make it up to her.

Sliding his fingers under the flimsy skirt, that barely covered her ass, he found her wet and ready.

She moaned. “I’d love two Natives buried in my stocking.”

He pulled her mouth closer, letting his tongue begin the battle. She tasted like gum and woman. It was calming.

“You can slide up and down my chimney any day,” Callen offered, pulling the one strap off her shoulder so he could run his lips across her flesh.

Again, she moaned.

It was hard not to when you were being devoured by two men.

Well, these two men.

Without hesitation, her hands began roaming Ethan’s chest. When her fingers found the silk, she tugged the tie from his neck. Once it was free, she dropped it around hers. Who knew? She might need it later, but for now, she was in a hurry to get to flesh.

He leaned back as her hands ran the length of his torso. Nothing felt as good as his wife touching him. It washed away all the stress and anxiety.

When she got his shirt open, he was mesmerized. Lowering herself between his knees, she didn't go right for his erection. Instead, she focused on his chest and tattoos.

As she ran her fingers over his scarred raven, she stared deep into his eyes. “When I found you, my life changed. You’ve been a blessing to me, Ethan. When I can’t carry on, you take over and hold me in your arms. There have been so many days I wanted to quit, and you were the one I leaned on to be strong. I love you with all my heart, and I’ll never stray. I’ll love you until the day I die.”

His heart skipped in his chest.

Those were the words he needed to hear. This year, she’d given him an incredible gift for the holiday.

She healed his wounds.

Gently, she let her mouth trail across the tattoo. When she was right over his heart, she left a warm kiss.

It brought tears to his eyes.

She always knew.

Elizabeth would look into his soul and see the wounds. With her words, and touch, she healed them each and every time.

“You’re my hero.”

Standing, she crossed to Callen to sit in his lap.

“I love you, angel.”

Here was another miracle. This was her Callen, battered, bruised, but a fighter. He never gave up, even when it was easier. His childhood was marred with sexual abuse, neglect, and pain, but he still turned into a good, kind man.

“I love you too, Callen. When I first saw you, I never expected to be bit by the love bug twice. You swept me off my feet, and I haven’t been the same since. While people underestimate your strength, I don’t. I see the real you because my heart will always be yours too. When we’ve stumbled, you didn't question your duty. Instead, you rescued us both. I’d be lost without you too. You’re a miracle, and I probably don’t deserve you, but I’m not crazy enough to let you go. You live in my heart, and you always will.”

His eyes filled with tears. “You’re the miracle, Elizabeth. I fight every day to be with you because you’ve owned my heart from the day I saw you. You and Ethan are my heart.”

She softly kissed him, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Ethan’s hand go to his brother’s arm.

This was all she wanted for Christmas.

She only wanted their love.

As her fingers undid his white button down shirt, she allowed her mouth to follow the trail. When she reached his belt buckle, Elizabeth could feel his erection jump.

They were both turned on, and that was good.

She wanted some Native loving.

Standing, she moved away from them. “If you’re interested in unwrapping your gift, I suggest you get naked and follow me.”

That was all she had to say.

The men were off the couch and racing each other toward the bedroom.

Apparently, they were in the mood.

She laughed as she headed in. When she arrived at the side of the bed, there were two naked men waiting for her. Both were leaning against the headboard, watching and leering.

It was perfect.

They were perfect.

She stripped, dropping the sexed up Mrs. Claus outfit, but leaving her husband’s tie around her throat.

When his eyes fired with heat, and Callen’s jaw ticked, she knew she’d made the right choice.

Climbing onto the bed, she knelt between them. With each hand, she began stroking them.

Their heads dropped back and their eyes closed. It never ceased to amaze her. This was the best gift in the world. These two men craved her touch.

“More,” begged Ethan. “I need your mouth on me.”

She didn't hesitate.

As she stroked Callen to delirium, her mouth devoured Ethan. All the while her tongue and teeth slid up and down his erection, Ethan shook.

“Oh God! Just like that, Lyzee,” he whispered. When her riotously curly hair ticked his thighs, he wanted to lose his mind.

This was amazing.

This was heaven.

Ethan let his hand slide into the inky black curls. Grabbing her hair, he gently controlled the bobbing.

Callen’s moan was loud. As Elizabeth stroked him, he was able to watch her feast on his brother. It was so hot. He knew he’d be next.

When she released Ethan, she licked her lips.

“Miss me, Callen James?”

He grinned. “Hell, yeah!”

She didn't hesitate. Instead, she slid him deep within her throat, meeting the base of his erection with her lips.

He shook.

As she worked him closer to the edge, Ethan was being tormented with her hand. She stroked, teased, and played with him. It was spiking his blood pressure, making him want to pounce.

When he glanced over, Ethan was watching him. Their eyes met, and he pointed down at Elizabeth.

It was her turn.

Despite how awesome her mouth felt, Callen pushed her off.

She stared up in surprise.

“Callen?”

Ethan tugged her forward, causing her to fall. The second she hit the mattress, the men got into positon. Ethan took her mouth with his, searing her brain with a sensual kiss. It made her forget everything.

He was her drug.

As his raven black hair tickled her cheeks, she held on through the storm. While he was big, strong, and silent, he was also intense.

So intense, that she often got lost in the moment with him.

As he plundered her mouth, Callen headed south. His fingers brushed lightly over the place where his child grew, and it made her want to weep with the beauty of it.

She could hear him whisper to the little one they made.

“You’re forever mine, boy or girl. I’ll love you until my last breath. You were made in love.”

Even Ethan was swamped with emotion. He understood. Charlie had saved him. She’d been why he fought so hard to survive his abduction.

He got what Callen was living.

As he slid lower, Callen found her wet. She called to him, and he couldn’t wait. With tongue and mouth, he made love to her body.

As she shook, he didn't stop.

He couldn’t.

Devouring Elizabeth was the best thing in the world. He never wanted to stop. If there was a heaven, he hoped this would be his fate. Pleasuring his woman was one hell of a way to spend eternity.

When he teased her with his fingers, burying them in her body, she gasped.

God!

He couldn’t wait to be in her.

Her brain fuzzed over, as she had no choice but to be overcome by the heat and emotion. It pulled her under as the two men plundered.

She was helpless.

She was their prisoner.

She was trapped.

There was no better place to be.

Suddenly, she exploded, rupturing apart at the oral caress. Elizabeth shouted Callen’s name into Ethan’s kiss. It joined them further, marking all three as owned.

Setting her free, the men chanced places. Callen began at her breasts, moving upward, as Ethan began at her navel and headed down.

He, too, had a message for the newest tribe member. “I’ll love you as my own. I’ll give you all I have, and promise that no one will ever hurt you. I’ll protect you.”

Ethan left kisses across her abdomen.

It was hard not to be affected by his words.

Callen’s heart hitched. The beauty of their union was that if one man went down, the other would carry on. Now, if they lost Elizabeth, they were doomed.

He dipped lower as Callen moved higher.

Elizabeth’s body was tingling as Ethan showed her his skills. He dove in, teasing, tormenting, and forcing her to the crest again.

Callen held her down, pressing her to the bed with his body weight. As his mouth stole, Ethan’s destroyed.

She came.

It was fast.

Sudden.

Brutal.

Her whole body bowed until the orgasm passed. As soon as it did, Callen pulled her into his arms and rolled until she was above him.

“Ride me,” he begged, needing this in the worst way.

She didn't hesitate. Instead, she straddled him.

The slide of her body down his was so amazing, that even Ethan moaned at the sight.

The men were excited.

She was wild.

It was going to be a hard ride. They could already tell. The men were close, and she’d make them work for it.

As Elizabeth began, she braced herself over Callen’s chest, her hand over his heart. “I love you,” she whispered.