True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) (72 page)

“Christ,” he muttered
, when her mouth took him intimately. He shook as she did wild and insane things to him.

Stroking him, licking him, and adding just the perfect amount of pressure made his body bow, and his breath catch in his chest. “Like this, Callen?” she asked, taking a break to catch her breath and look up his taut body for an answer.

“Uh huh,” He barely could think. He was too busy trying to not embarrass himself with his lack of control.

Desdemona began her assault, and enjoyed his leg shaking and his eyes closed trying to not watch the scene unfolding acr
oss his body. She broke contact, demanding what she wanted. It was only fair, he’d been the bossy one before, and now she was going to show him what it felt like to be out of control and wild. “Open your eyes, Callen,” she waited, and when he obeyed, she saw the need, the want and the wildness there.

“Can’t or I won’t make it,” he said through clenched teeth.

Desdemona licked her lips, and continued stroking him with her hand. “Lose control, Callen,” she whispered and went back to work on his body.

“Desi
!” His voice shook and was full of lust. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, and was on the precipice, he pulled her from his body, and stared into her eyes. There was love in her eyes, lust and a touch of amusement.

“What’
s wrong, Callen? Out of control?” she whispered, and then saw the instant he lost total control, right before he struck. His eyes went from lust filled to demanding.

The tenuous threads of control snapped and Callen ju
st let it go. He pulled her into his arms, mouths crashing together brutally, and he was pretty sure the gasp was from the woman in his arms, but he could be mistaken. He rolled with her, pressing her beneath his body as he began his assault on her senses and body, beginning at her neck, and then working his way down.

Desdemona buried her hands in his hair,
only to have her hands pulled away and pinned at her sides. Apparently, his hair was off limits during sex. “Callen!” She wasn’t used to the rough and wild love making, but went along for the ride.

When she pulled on his hair, that feeling of betrayal resurfaced in his body. When hands ran through his hair, he always pictured them to be the hands of the woman he loved. It immediately felt wrong, and he couldn’t handle the guilt.

He ignored her words, working his way down her body, finding all the spots that he knew would drive her crazy, and he worked them over, until she was moaning and squirming under his lips. He left nothing untouched, and when she shook and shattered, he paused for only a second, before moving up her body and sliding into her roughly.

“Amazing,” he whispered
, as she gripped his body, trying to lure him over the edge, but his control was back and before he was done she would be the one begging. The strokes were slow, and long, and as he felt her body responding to him, they became more punishing.

S
he stared up at him with unfocused blurred eyes.

“I want more, Desi
,” he stated, continuing to move into her body. A fine sheen of perspiration was on his brow as he fought for control. He was going to burn this night into both their minds for the rest of their lives for both of their sakes. His to forget and hers to remember where she needed to stay.

Desdemona could feel
her body surrendering to his battering, and it was proof that Callen knew how to pleasure a woman.

He felt the quake again, and when she started he pulled completely from her body, or he wouldn’t survive, giving her a second, he rolled her over and pulled her to her knees.

“Callen!” Desdemona was barely able to breathe, let alone feel more.

Sliding home, he leaned over her
back and whispered in her ear. “Again for me, Desi.” And he began the drive again, pushing and pulling until he was so completely lost in the bliss of it all. He was going to take her and own her completely. He needed to feel that delicious control over her body. He was determined to find happiness, even at the bruising pace he was setting.

Desdemona felt the heat building again and she was sure he was trying to kill her. Her body tingled and shook. His hands on her hips holding her in place left trails of heat on her body, and when he reached around and stroked her, she gasped and just gave it up. The man was taking what he wanted; she only hoped to survive it all.

As Desdemona began to shake, Callen increased the thrusts, until it took over his body too and called to him, luring him to the edge. With her moan, he slammed into her once more and allowed her body to take anything it wanted from his. He exploded in amazing bliss and poured into the woman he was determined to make fit into his life. Maybe with her he could forget the truth.

Both fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs.

Finally, he was able to speak. “You okay, Desi?” he asked.

Desdemona shook her head. “No, I am completely numb from the cerebellum down,” she answered. She wasn’t sure if it was because he paralyzed her with his voracious lovemaking, or if he was just
lying on her body.

He laughed. “You know, when you talk
doctor to me and wear those glasses, it makes me want to do it again.” Whitefox rolled off her body and pulled her to his chest. “Better?”

“No, I’m still numb,” she laughed. “Give me a day or so to recover.”

Whitefox laughed. “If you need that much time to recover, I obviously did something wrong.”

“I
think I feel my toes.”

Now he was feeling smug. “I hope you regain feeling again soon.”

Desdemona had other things on her mind. “I just hope Elizabeth and Ethan didn’t hear how hard you went at it. That was definitely different, Callen.”

Something in him heard the words, and realized that Desdemona possibly wasn’t into voracious love making. He made a mental note to tone it down, she was smaller than him and possibly wasn’t comfortable.
“The men in our family are animals. If anything it’s expected from the two of us.”

Desdemona rested her hand over his heart, and looked at her ring.
She was Morticia, she just kept saying it, and hoping she could pull it off.

“You should get some rest,” he suggested, leaning over to blow out the candles.

“I’d give my left kidney to sleep all the way through the night,” she answered and yawned. “I can’t remember the last time I slept eight hours.”

Whitefox closed his eyes, and
enjoyed the feeling of not having to sleep alone anymore. He had his family, his brother, Elizabeth, and now Desdemona.

Life was
seemingly perfect.

Except he knew the truth, and was living with the guilt.

Sunday morning.

Callen
strolled into the kitchen with a big smug grin on his face, and as he looked at his brother, they shared a common expression and both knew it. The men started laughing, because they both got lucky.

“What?” asked Elizabeth, looking up from the tech report.

“Nothing,” Whitefox said, whistling as he walked over and sat beside his sister-in-law.

Blackhawk couldn’t help but snicker.

“I certainly hope both of you aren’t talking sex in some man language I don’t have privy to, because once I crack the code, I will hand you both your very fine asses,” said Elizabeth.

Callen stole her coffee cup right from in front of her, and winked at her.

Elizabeth laughed and just let it go. She’d come to grips that he planned on poaching her coffee at any given chance. “So, did you seal the deal?” she asked, and had her husband choking. “I meant with the proposal!” She slapped him on the back. “Out of the gutter, Ethan. I wasn’t going to ask about his sex life. Give me some damn credit. If I went there, then he’d be asking you about ours.”

“Damn right I would.”
Whitefox laughed, leaning over to kiss her lightly on the lips. “I did, and she said yes,” he grinned.

Elizabeth patted his cheek and looked into his eyes. “I’m very happy for you, Callen.” She started sniffling
. “Congrats.”

             
Whitefox looked panicked as she teared up. “Elizabeth,” he pulled her to her feet and hugged her to his body.

“I’m just happy
that you look happy,” she answered, leaning against his body. “Sorry, damn baby hormones make me weepy.”

Whitefox brought his lips to her ear. “I will love you forever for what you’ve done for me
. Thank you for loving me before any other woman did, Lyzee.” He hugged her tighter reluctant to release her, and looked down at his brother over her shoulder. “Thank you Ethan for being a great role model and picking her as your wife.”

Blackhawk stood up and hugged his brother
around his wife. “I’m happy for you, Cal,” he said.

Desdemona wandered into the kitchen and watched the three of them.
She was flooded with so many emotions. Some that filled her with happiness and some that filled her with envy. It was definitely an adjustment to have to watch the man you loved kissing another woman all the time. She watched Elizabeth run her fingers through Callen’s hair, and she thought back to the previous night. Obviously his hair wasn’t off limits to everyone.

“Callen, did you make Elizabeth cry?” she asked
, smiling at the woman even though it was only on the surface. What she wanted to do was break down and weep over what was going on in her life.

It was such a mess.

Elizabeth freed herself from the men and crossed to her new friend, hugging her. She whispered in her ear. “Welcome to our family.” She kissed her on the cheek, and noticed she wasn’t the only one that was emotional. Desdemona looked ready to cry herself. Elizabeth hugged her against her body.

“Thank you
.”

Blackhawk
crossed to the woman that was going to be his new sister. “Welcome to the Blackhawk family.” Then he hugged and kissed her, smiling at his brother. “Now I know why you’re always cuddled and kissing my wife. It’s nice to hug and kiss another woman that won’t elbow me.”

Elizabeth looked over at Desdemona.

Ethan sucked in a breath as he took an elbow from his soon to be sister-in-law.

“
That would be the wrong assumption, my love. You neglected the most obvious clue.”

He laughed and rubbed his side. “What’s that?”

“Girlfriend code, Ethan,” added Desdemona, walking to the coffee pot.

“Lyzee hits me plenty,” said Whitefox grinning
, as he drank her poached coffee. “I love every second of it.” He wiggled his eyebrows and winked at her teasingly.

She blew him a kiss and
joined Desdemona at the coffee pot, since her brother-in-law swiped hers once again, but the ease between all four of them was refreshing. “I’m just glad you picked a woman I like, because if I had to merely tolerate someone, that would just be too much damn effort,” she dropped her arm around Desdemona’s shoulders. “For the last bit of lovey-dovey crap for today,” she said, accepting a new cup of coffee. “Morticia, I will be proud to call you my sister,” she said to the woman. “I love you.”

Desdemona’s eyes filled with tears, and she hugged
the woman tight and whispered in her ear. “Thank you and I’m the lucky one to be part of you three.” She tried to convince herself. “I love you too.” Doctor Desdemona Adare got her fondest wish. She now had a circle to call her own, and now she’d have to accept everything that came along with it.

Callen was filled with so much emotion as he watched the two
women interact.

Elizabeth patted Desdemona’s cheek and headed back to the table, taking
a seat between her husband and brother-in-law and smiling.

It was a good morning.

“Callen, I need a huge favor,” he said, looking over at his brother. “Derek William’s family has requested the body to be returned, and I’m going to be bringing it back to them,” he said, and looked over at his wife, to make sure she wasn’t going to protest. When she didn’t, he continued. “Can you hold down the fort with the women folk while I’m gone?”

Whitefox nodded. “Yeah, you aren’t going alone are you?” he asked, worried about his brother
’s well-being.

“He isn't, because he knows we’ll have a big fight right here and now if he answers that question incorrectly,” said Elizabeth, crossing her arms and resting them on her baby bump. “He knows that the killer got Derek while he was alone, and he wouldn’t do that to his pregnant wife, because she’ll go shit wild and start a rampage.
He also wouldn’t do that because he’d then be embarrassed as I beat his ass down right here, knowing you’d never let him live it down.”

Blackhawk laughed. “I’m taking Christina with me, and the other DNA evidence that we collected.” He got serious. “He should have one of his bosses escort him back, and since you three took the autopsy duty for me, I’ll pick this up and do the personal notify too.”