Darkness Of Truth (An FBI/Romance Thriller~ Book 6) (63 page)

Both men grinned as their woman begged and pleaded. There was nothing in the world like hearing their names on her lips.

Pulling her up his body, Ethan situated her above him and waited for her eyes to clear. “Ride me, Elizabeth,” he demanded, placing his hands on her hips
, assisting her.

Callen took his place beside them in the center of the bed. His erection
was desperate for her attention. If he didn’t feel her lips on him, he’d lose his mind. “Use your mouth, Lyzee,” he whispered in complete lust. “Please.”

The pleasure of one man buried in her body and the other begging made her heart pound faster. Taking Callen in her mouth, she offered him the pleasure she was feeling.

This was more than heaven.

This was absolute perfection.

Ethan groaned from his position beneath her, watching her pleasure his brother. It’s something he’d seen so many times before, and yet each time it made him that much more excited. “Harder,” he urged, as she complied, slamming down on him and drawing gasps from his lips.

Callen buried his hands in her hair,
controlling her mouth and the pleasure he was experiencing. “So good,” he mumbled, and when she slid her teeth lightly against his erection he shivered.

“Not going to last long,” mumbled Blackhawk, as she ground down with every stroke.

Elizabeth could hear his breathless pleading, and she released his brother to focus on the ride.

One stroke more and he shook.

Two strokes and his hands were directing the motion.

On the third stroke she vibrated around him and lured him to the edge.

“Now Ethan,” she whispered, feeling her own body break apart in complete pleasure.

Blackhawk thrust upward and exploded in wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm. “Oh God,” he hissed, as the room spun and his wife collapsed across him.

“Mmmmmm,” she mumbled, feeling her hips being slid towards the other man. “Callen,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder at the look of need and desperation.

“I
’m taking you!” he demanded, slipping into the warmth of her body from behind. The strokes began and drew a gasp from her as Callen filled her completely.

Ethan buried his hands in her hair and began kissing the woman deeply, as he was trapped beneath both of them. “I love you,” he mumbled into her mouth as his brother
gave her pleasure.

Kissing one man and being invaded by the other was simply too much
overload, breaking her apart once more.

Callen drove into her harder, trying to find the perfect depth and speed. When Elizabeth and his brother both moaned, control evaded him. Dropping his head back
, he slid into her with a few more strokes and found his release. He shook and shouted her name before collapsing beside them, trying to not crush her or his child. “So damn perfect every time,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath.

Ethan rolled her to her back and leaned against her, as she rested protectively against Callen’s chest.

“Amazing,” she whispered, running her fingers through her husband’s silky black hair.

“Mmmmm
hmmmmm,” was Blackhawk’s reply, and he lazily enjoyed the scent of his wife’s shampoo and his brother’s cologne mingling together.

She lay between them
, enjoying the peace. “I can’t live without either of you,” Elizabeth said, finally. “I’d be lost.”

Callen kissed her on the shoulder. “
You both own my heart.”

Blackhawk rubbed his chin against her skin. “I’ll never love anymore more than I love you
two.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip effortlessly into the peace of sleep.

The sound of a baby crying was what pulled her from her rest. Looking around, she was alone in bed. At some point, both of the men in her life had escaped. How they moved her off Callen without her knowing was a mystery. Stretching, she slid out of bed and towards the shower.

It was time to begin her day and focusing on everything the
y discovered during the profile. All she wanted to do was find the killer, keep her men safe, and get the hell home. Red River wasn’t her favorite place, and now knowing the men could be a target made her that much more anxious to escape.

Washing her hair, she thought about the days plans. It was going to culminate with her scaring the hell out of the tech team until she had something to work with. Then it was going to mean a little visit to council again. Now that the killer might try to take Callen or Ethan, she was willing to go balls to the wall and
go shit nuts on each and every one.

Stepping out of the shower, Elizabeth quickly dried off and dressed. Pulling on her beat up jeans and simple fitted shirt, she stared in the mirror. Had anyone told her two years ag
o that she’d be happily married to a pair of brothers, pregnant, and having two kids already she would have laughed and then smacked them around. This was not what she expected in life, and yet Elizabeth couldn’t imagine it being different.

She rubbed her baby bump, as she slid on her belt buckle. It had been a gift from Ethan, and she wore it daily while pregnant.
Slipping into her beat up cowboy boots and clipping her gun to her hip, she was ready to start the day.

“Here we go.”

Downstairs she found the family in the kitchen. Ethan was reading the paper, Callen drinking coffee and holding baby Cat in his one arm. Wyler was helping CJ chase little pieces of banana around his highchair tray.

Bly leaned against the counter watching the men and then finally notic
ed Elizabeth. “Mrs. Blackhawk, would you like some coffee?” she said, pulling out a coffee mug.

Everyone in the room turned their heads toward her.

“Yes, please.” Elizabeth was going to take a deep breath and try and make peace with the woman. It was obvious that Wyler was being put in a position that was causing him much angst, despite what he said. “When you’re done, I’d like to speak with you in the other room, Ms. Cocheta.”

The woman nodded as she handed Elizabeth a mug.

“What do you want to eat?” inquired Wyler. “We need to feed my grandson.”

Elizabeth watched the woman move stiffly from the room. “I’ll pop some toast as soon as I come back. I need to fix this so we all can have harmony in the house. I don’t like my kids being around this tension. It bothers me.”

Wyler kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” Maybe suggesting Bly was a bad idea. He knew she had a dominant personality and so did Elizabeth. He should have seen that one coming.

“No worries Dad,” she answered. “I’ve played hard ball with scarier people.” Elizabeth headed after the woman.

“There goes the deposit on the house,” stated Callen, grinning. “All that blood is going to be a bitch to get out of the carpet.”

Blackhawk laughed at the look on his father’s face. “Looks like dad’s going to be baking his pies solo,” he snickered, earning a fist bump from his brother at the reference.
The sex euphemism never got old for the brothers.

“You two are very funny. If your wife hears you picking on
me, you’ll both be joining me on my solo excursion, if you know what I mean.”

Both men stared at each other. Their father was probably right.
She would torment them back.

Maybe bak
ing pies was no laughing matter, and they should take it a little more serious.

Elizabeth sat across from the woman, sipping her coffee. “Are you going to be mad at me for a long period of time, Bly?” she inquired. “I get that I rub you the wrong way. I’m not shocked since I have that effect on many people.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated, ringing her hands in her lap.

Elizabeth took the high road. “I’m sorry if our conversation upset you yesterday. I’m very protective of the men in this house. Before Timothy passed away, I promised I’d take care of the ‘Blackhawk boys’. Whenever anyone makes a comment about Callen, Ethan or Wyler, I get testy.”

She nodded.

“I would love to have you be part of our family. Not just as someone that works for us, but because Wyler is very smitten with you. He’s smiling and happy and for that I’ll swallow my stubbornness and words.”

Bly stared at her.

“Callen had a rough childhood and life. I don’t want him hurt. Sometimes I defend first and think later. I have no doubt that you’re an excellent mother and raised amazing kids, but I need to adjust to having a strong female figure in the house. Give me time. I’m honestly trying.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt Callen’s feelings. Things were different when I was married.”

Elizabeth understood that. “We’re not the conventional family, and I understand how that can be overlooked. I want you to like being here. I hope that you and Wyler pursue a relationship, and I wish we could be friends.”

Bly
decided to meet her halfway. “I care a great deal about Wyler, and I love working for this family.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “I don’t want you to think of this as a job. I want you to think of us as
part of you. If the weekly paycheck is what’s causing this tension, I’ll write you one check for a year’s worth of work. Then the rest of the year you can see us as family.”

The woman was touched. “I’m sorry I’m bossy. I’ll try and lighten up.”

It was all she could ask. Standing Elizabeth held out her hand. “Come on, let’s go get coffee and torment the men.”

Bly accepted her hand and held it as they walked into the kitchen. “We may never have control of this house again with all
this testosterone, Bly, but at least we can rattle their cages as much as possible.”

The woman laughed, deciding it took a big person to apologize.

Once back in the kitchen, the men all stared at the two women as they walked
in together. Everything appeared to be fine and the storm had passed.

“Elizabeth, let me make your toast,” offered Bly.

“Thank you, Ma’am. I’d appreciate that greatly,” she replied, taking a seat between the men.

“Wyler, what would you like to eat?” Bly inquired.

Callen grinned at his brother. “Dad was just saying how he had a craving for pie.”

Blackhawk started choking on his coffee that his brother went there with Bly in the room.

Elizabeth sipped from her mug. “I’d love pie myself. Sadly, Callen’s going on a pie free diet, since he’s getting a little too big for his britches,” she stated, giving him the look. “As in zero, nada and none until our children are in college if he keeps it up.”

He looked horrified.

Wyler had a smug look on his face. “Told you so,” he said, leaning down to kiss his daughter-in-law on the cheek before getting more coffee. “She’s absolutely my favorite,” he winked at his sons.

Neither man doubted it.

Catherine began crying, and Callen tried to calm her down.

“Where’s her pacifier?” questioned Elizabeth.

Blackhawk went to stand. “I have some in the Denali. I’ll go out.”

Elizabeth stood. “Have a seat, Cowboy. I’
ll go.” She walked towards the door, snagging the keys from the counter. “Poor little Cat. I’ll fix you up real soon.”

Outside the house, she disengaged the locks, standing far enough away from the vehicle. After the last time, she learned her lesson. Almost being blown up would do that to a person.

In the back of the Denali, Elizabeth found the little sack with the package of pacifiers. As she started back towards the house, they fell from a tear in the bottom of the bag.

“Crap,” she muttered, bending down to grab them. That’s when something white caught in her peripheral caught her attention. She stared at the bull bar and grill of the Denali. “Oh shit,” she muttered, going back into the trunk and pulling out two rubber gloves. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

The killer had been there.

He’d found her family.

Pulling the feather from the grill, she carried it to the kitchen.

“Did you have a hard time finding them, Baby?” asked Blackhawk. When she didn’t answer he turned around.

“We had company
last night.”

Everyone looked at the object in her hand.

“Oh shit,” muttered Callen, standing.

Blackhawk jumped up from the chair
, alarm racing through his body. “Where did you find that?”

Elizabeth was physically shaking. “
It was in the grill of our vehicle.”

Everyone understood the implications.

She glanced over at Wyler and Bly. “Pack everything up. I want you both and the kids out of here as soon as possible.”

Wyler nodded, grabbing CJ from his highchair and heading out of the kitchen.

Bly gently took Catherine and the pacifiers. “We’ll be gone in twenty minutes,” she reassured Elizabeth.