Tony had a point. He was punishing himself. His advice was sound.
That he could do.
“Thank you so much, Tony. I needed this.”
“Hey, buddy, we got each other’s back. Just work it out yourself. You had sex with Elizabeth. Use that brain porn. We’ve all been there. I know. I’m running out of lotion and tissues.”
He laughed.
“Call you later. Kiss Jax for me.”
“I will. Hey, Chris?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for being my brother and friend. I love you. If you need me, I’ll come. I’ll always have your back. You are my best friend and I am grateful to have you.”
Chris gave the words back.
Then he hung up.
Honestly, he had a good life. He could handle this. In the grand scheme, it was nothing.
Really.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Hotel
She was soaked, and when she walked there was sloshing in her boots. She had no choice but to go back to the hotel to change.
In fact, the water had smelled a little funky, so she wanted a shower too.
Who knew what the college kids were doing in that fountain. She had a vivid imagination, and she could only imagine.
It horrified her too.
As she dried off, Elizabeth could hear the men outside the door. They were talking about tattoos, and what to get next. As she peeked out, Ethan was shirtless, and so was Callen. They were touching each other’s backs as they inspected leftover space.
She wasn’t sure if it was the half-naked men or the ink, but Elizabeth found herself distracted.
As in Naked Native distraction.
It was a disorder she suffered from a lot when the two of them were around. Well, there was only one thing to do.
Help them get out of the rest of their clothes.
It was her duty.
So, when she came out, Elizabeth was naked. If you wanted to catch two Native men, you had to do it right.
No towel.
No panties.
Nothing.
“Jesus,” muttered Callen, catching a glimpse of her standing there.
“What?” Ethan asked as he turned around. “Never mind. I see her.”
“So, I was going to get dressed, but then I saw that you two had stripped down for me. I see sexy men, Native art, and I was thinking.”
“About?” Ethan asked.
“Anyone want to take this woman for a ride?”
There was laughter.
“See? Married sex is the best,” Ethan stated, pulling off his belt to get to his pants.
“I get to go first,” Callen stated triumphantly as he managed to get naked first.
Ethan laughed. “You have been going commando! That’s not fair.”
The first man naked was the first man who got to do whatever the hell he wanted.
To the naked victor went the spoils.
Elizabeth crawled onto the bed, only to be pressed between Callen and the mattress.
This was the best place to be.
The three of them coming together was always a miracle to her. She got so damn lucky finding them, and lucky every day they loved her.
In fact, it only got hotter every day. The men in her life knew her body better than anyone did, and she knew theirs.
“Do your worst,” she muttered.
It made Callen grin as he plotted out exactly what he was going to do to her.
Top or bottom.
Bottom or top.
He wasn’t sure where to begin.
“Lyzee, angel, you smell amazing,” whispered Callen, as his mouth moved over her throat and to her lips.
“I love the way she smells after a shower. I love that body wash,” Ethan admitted. “The second I smell it, I get hard.”
She reached for him now that he was beside her on the bed. With eager fingers, she stroked him.
When he got harder, she shivered at his response.
“I’m glad I can turn you two wild Natives on,” she whispered, hoping they were going to have some raunchy sex.
“Every day, I think you’ll find a way to fall out of love with me, and every day I see us as the miracle we are,” she admitted.
“Oh, there’s no need to worry,” Callen reassured.
It was true.
They’d never stray. The Blackhawk boys were all about her. Then again, she was all about them too. Their marriage worked because they worked at it, and they had a solid core.
Elizabeth was their center.
They were more than sex. They were all about the love, too, and that was a big part of it.
In fact, their relationship was sacred.
They may joke about the sex, but they knew how good they had it. Her high sex drive was a gift.
She moaned as Ethan’s hand snaked up her thigh, around her back, and cupped her ass.
He grabbed handfuls.
“Someone is about to get really lucky,” Ethan said as he trailed his long fingers through the wetness pooling between her legs.
She couldn’t wait.
Callen swallowed her moans of pleasure as his brother drove her closer and closer to the edge. As their mouths met, his love for her was there.
When Ethan roughly rubbed his fingers over her clit, she shattered apart. Both men reacted to her breathy little gasp of release.
They loved it.
They loved her.
“I need more,” Ethan whispered, running his lips up her one thigh.
Ethan knew what he craved.
So, he went for it.
Diving in, another gasp of pleasure was forced from her lips, only this time louder as her entire body bowed from the assault.
He drove her wild.
He was wicked.
He was filled with the lust.
Only, the other man in their bed was feeling left out.
Callen flicked his tongue over her nipple. He needed her mouth on him, and soon.
“Uh, lonely husband with hard dick right here.”
She glanced over, and he was definitely being honest. His erection was forged in steel.
Elizabeth eagerly took him in her mouth.
As he began moving, she was swallowing him from tip to base, and all three of them were feeling the heat. Ethan devoured the love of his life, as Callen was swallowed by his.
They moved in tandem.
This was their norm.
This was their life.
This was the mating dance they had done so many times before but it never got old.
In fact, it got better with each time.
As Elizabeth was driven to the edge by Ethan’s mouth, she couldn’t hold on any longer. As she came hard, her teeth scraped across Callen’s erection.
The kiss of pain brought him so much pleasure. It was hard to keep from exploding in her mouth. Yet, somehow, he managed to find that one thread of control.
As their woman fell, both men switched positions.
They actually hand slapped each other as if tagging in for the next round.
That worked for her.
She was the one who was about to reap the benefits of their debauchery.
Ethan slid up her body as Callen begin devouring Elizabeth with such need. Her moans filled the room as he attacked before she was even ready.
Callen liked that pain, and he always went there too.
“MORE!” she begged.
Her wish was their command.
As Callen ground his mouth down against the most sensitive part of her body, Ethan couldn’t wait any longer. He needed his wife.
He wanted her in the worst way.
“Take all of me,” he ordered, burying his hands in her wild hair. Using as much control as he could muster, he began working her mouth up and down his erection.
When she’d look up at him with innocent blue eyes, he found himself closer to the edge than he should be.
She knew how to undo him eas
ily.
“Lyzee,” he whispered. “I need you!”
She gave him everything he craved and so much more. As Callen devoured her, she, in turn, devoured Ethan. As the three of them offered each other so much pleasure, the heat in the room rose.
When Callen hit that one spot, she gasped in ecstasy.
“Give me everything,” ordered Ethan. He wanted desperately to see the two people he loved more than life falling into the pleasure with him.
As he got close, he pulled away from her lips.
Elizabeth moaned as Callen slid up her body. He needed her, and he was seeking that delicious warmth that called to both men.
As he held his body over hers, Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Take me, Callen,” she begged, her voice breathy and barely above a whisper.
As he found the warm wetness, he slid deep within her body. She tightened down on him, a ripple of heat and pleasure crisscrossing through their bodies at the union.
This was his heaven.
As he began moving, Ethan slid down her body to find her lips. He pulled her mouth to his as Callen began sliding in and out of her.
As Callen drove himself repeatedly into the heat, desperately trying to fill his hunger, Elizabeth found herself lost in the dual assault of pleasure. His hair cascaded across both of their bodies, drawing goosebumps in its wake.
Nothing felt as good as this.
NOTHING.
As she began breaking apart, Callen didn't give up. He needed this. While he promised not to say anything about her when she was working, letting her be in control, it ate away at him.
He was a worrier.
Sue him.
This was his way of taking back control.
As he fucked her senseless, Ethan refused to free her mouth.
They were both lost in the mating.
As she reached the pinnacle with the orgasm, Callen couldn’t hold out any more. He let himself fall, enjoying the pleasure as it erupted from his body.
The room spun.
The colors exploded.
“I need you, Elizabeth,” Ethan whispered, his body hard with lust.
Rolling off their woman, Callen switched positions and stole her mouth to continue the kiss.
The bed moved.
His hands found her hair.
Elizabeth’s body bowed.
Ethan moaned in pleasure at the wet, warm slide into his wife. This one moment was worth everything for him.
He didn't hesitate to begin moving. Their bodies met and slid apart in a familiar dance.
This was mating.
This was love.
This was them.
Ethan couldn’t breathe.
The pleasure was too overwhelming. When she exploded apart again, Ethan knew he was next.
With two more strokes, he kissed so deeply into her that it set off the explosion.
Her body milked his as he poured into her in a wave of heat and pleasure.
“Jesus,” he muttered, as he stared down and into her eyes. “That is better and better each time,” he vowed.
She giggled.
Callen had to agree.
“I can’t believe she’s ours,” he said, sincerely. “We’re so lucky to have you. Elizabeth, you’re my dream.”
“You’re my love,” Ethan said.
“And you both are my reality,” she added, not to be left out. “Now get off. We have work to do.”
They both rolled off her.
“All play and no work makes Elizabeth an unemployed girl,” she teased.
Yeah, she had a point.
For all of them.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
Washington DC
When the kids got up, he was there to dress them and get the boys and Cat ready for school.
When they came down, they’d hugged him, wrapping themselves around his body.
Cat was her bouncy self, wearing the adorable hat she’d made out of paper, glitter, and so many feathers that there was no doubt the child was Native.
EJ and CJ were glued at the hip but they were also taking turns carrying Christopher Anthony around. It looked like their twosome was getting a third person.
Wyler couldn’t be any happier.
Now, he was making Charlie and Bethe a snack as the mayhem continued.
He loved every damn second of it too.
When Christopher Anthony, now free from his brother’s arms, crawled up to him, Wyler handed him a breakfast cookie and took the crayon he’d managed to find.
He was at that age where he put everything in his mouth.
Everything.
He had eaten half the dog kibble before Wyler had even noticed it.
As Wyler was cutting up some fruit, his cell phone rang beside him.
“Hello?” he asked, not recognizing the number.
“Wyler?”
He did recognize the voice.
“What’s up, Bly?” he asked, trying not to get sick over how he ran right back into the mess and her.
“Are you coming back? You said we could go to the casino. They have some great beer there if you’re spending money.”
Wyler was never going back.
He’d made his choice.
“Sorry, Bly, but I’m not drinking again. I’m back with my sons and with my grandkids. I have to be here for my newborn son. My wife is gone, but I have to love him for her.”
“I see.”
The anger filled her. Bly hated hearing about the dead woman.
Why?
Because Wyler had once told her he was NEVER marrying again. He’d had his soulmate, and he let her go. Marriage was off the table.
FOREVER.
Then the next thing she knew, he did take the plunge with the next woman he saw.
Well, she had news for him.
It didn’t work like that.
“Honestly, Wyler, I think you’re going to want to come back.”
“Why?”
“I recorded you drunk and during sex. If you don’t come back, I’m going to sell it to a tabloid.”
His heart dropped.
“Bly. Don’t be like that. You tried to steal my money, and I’m not trying to hurt you. We had something once.”
She didn’t care.
“You heard me. You have until Saturday. I’ll expect to hear from you or the peyote fueled fuck fest is going to the highest bidder.”
The call went dead.
Wyler was scared.
He wanted to run to protect his kids and their jobs. This would hurt all of them, and it was all his fault.
Ethan was Deputy Director of the FBI.
Callen was a bestselling author.
Elizabeth graced women’s magazines.
And here there was a sex tape of him banging a Native woman like a drum in his peyote and booze filled hate fest.
Shit.
He was screwed, and he should know better. He was not some young kid making a mistake, but some old man who made a mess of his life.
Yeah, this was bad.
Really bad.
“Beatrice!” he called, getting the woman’s attention.
She came into the room carrying some toys. “Yes, Mr. Blackhawk?”
“Something came up. Can you take the kids? I have to step out for a little bit.”
She looked surprised, but she did it anyway.
“Okay, Mr. Blackhawk. Drive safe. If you need anything, just call the house. I’ll get the boys and Cat from school if you’re not back.”
“I won’t be,” he admitted. “Can you take care of them for me and tell them Granddad loves them?”
“Yes, sir.”
As he headed out, he grabbed the petty cash that they kept in the house and his passport. He’d need it to get onto a flight.
He had to get out of DC.
Now.
Fast.
Immediately.
Wyler was scared shitless over all of it, but there was on
ly one thing he could do.
For his kids.
For his grandkids.
For himself.
So, he borrowed a car, waved at security, and headed out of Fort Whitefox-Blackhawk.
It was time to do the right thing, and Wyler knew it was going to suck.
Only, what choice did he have?
He made this mess.
Now he was going to clean it up.
Once and for all.
Chapter Nine
Monday
Afternoon
T he best thing about sex in the middle of the day was that Elizabeth could truly be relaxed. There was nothing like two Natives rocking your world, and you getting to feel like queen of the tipi.
There were perks with having two men in your life, and this was one of them.
She was as happy as a clam.
“You’re smiling,” Ethan said, as they rode down in the elevator. “People are going to think you’re crazy.”
Callen laughed.
“She’s got that ‘I was molested and I’m damn happy about it’ look on her face. No one will ever know she’s had a nooner,” he teased.
She snorted.
“Boys, I put up with a lot of testosterone. Afternoon lovin’ is the only way I, sometimes, make it through the day. Don’t piss in my cereal. Let me have this one.”
The men each dropped a hand to a hip, as they headed toward the door of the building. The second they hit the lobby, they knew something was very wrong.
There were all three of their security guys there. They only came out of the woodwork when the shit was about to hit the fan, or it had already happened.
“What?” she asked.
“We have trouble.”
She didn’t care.
“We have to get back to Harvard to do an interview,” she said, thinking about the dean who was having extra sessions with Tajel West.
“Media,” Ivan said, alerting her. “They are out there waiting.”
“Oh, well, that’s nothing,” she admitted. If she had a dollar for every reporter that tried to tail her, she’d be richer than Callen.
It didn’t faze her any more.
Ivan pointed out the doors as if trying to convey that it was definitely not going to be her average media blitz.
Elizabeth turned her head.
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