She was well aware.
“What if he goes with her?”
Elizabeth had already thought it out. “Since Chris has gone with his wife on their honeymoon, I think Tony’s been feeling the loneliness. If she’s the one, he’ll be happy, and then I’ll willingly let him go. He’s my friend and deserves what I’ve found.”
Callen dropped a kiss on her head. “You’re a good person, Cupid.”
Both men were very lucky.
“Yeah, well I try.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?” he asked.
Elizabeth shared what she was considering, “We need to tie up a few loose ends. I want to hit up the car dealership and find out if anyone was harassing Allen Payne. Then, we need to go play at the church. I want to talk to the priest and find out why he had dead bodies outside the fence, and why two of them were his parishioners. After that, maybe I’ll check in with the team. They’re going to be searching the rest of the land butting the cemetery.”
“You think that there are more bodies?”
“There could be. It’s better to be safe than sorry. I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Then what?” asked Ethan.
“Well, we have the name of the place where Kaylee Bain used to troll for men. I was thinking you and Callen could join me.”
“Yeah, you while you’re pregnant, and in a bar is a horrible idea,” stated Callen.
“I’m with him,” added Ethan.
She stared at them both. “Really?”
Ethan drained the pasta. “I’m not even going to pretend. Whenever you seem to be in a bar, there’s a brawl not far behind. You’re a trouble magnet.”
Elizabeth crossed her arms. “Okay, how about this? I’ll bet you both that I’m not the one who gets into a bar room fight.”
Both men loved when they made wagers. It generally ended up with Elizabeth playing naked twister with the two of them.
Yeah, this was an easy one.
There was no way in hell that Elizabeth couldn’t keep herself from slapping down some idiots.
“And where is this bar?” Ethan asked.
“It’s between the Rez and town. Black Mountain is a dry reservation. In fact, I’m going to have to arrest you for those beers, Cowboy.”
He held out his wrists and grinned, despite the situation. This was a messy problem all around. A bunch of riled up Natives, who were intermingling with outsiders, as booze was tossed into the mix was dangerous.
Yeah, there’d definitely be a fight.
“Is it a deal?” she asked.
Callen needed to know. “What’s the wager?”
Ethan spoke up, “I was talking to Chris before he left for their honeymoon. He’s going to be delivering his child. I want to do that too. When you give birth, I want to catch Charlie.”
She stared at him. “Will there be a doctor present and will I have drugs?”
“Yes to both of those questions.”
Callen grinned. “Well, then I want so much sex after the baby is born, I knock you up.”
“Whoa there, Kimosabe. We’ve discussed this before. I’m getting off the baby making train at the next delivery. We have four kids, and they’re all toddlers or younger. Have you lost your damn mind?”
Callen grinned. “If I win, I want another child.”
Ethan laughed. He knew that his wife would rarely renege on a bet, but this one had all the markings of that happening.
There was no doubt in her mind that this wasn’t going to happen. She’d just have to make sure she didn't slap the shit out of anyone tomorrow night.
“Deal.” She shook both their hands.
“Really?” Callen and Ethan said at the same time.
Why the hell not? “Absolutely. I won’t be the one who gets into a fight. Now, if I win, you both are swapping clothes. I know I’ve used that one before, but each time, you both outmaneuver me.”
“You’re still sadistic but for another child, I’ll risk it,” added Callen, accepting.
Ethan did too.
“Now, is it time to eat?” she asked, getting hungry. “Charlie knows we’re talking about her. She’s demanding some sustenance.”
Ethan dished out the pasta and covered it in his sauce. Handing the first plate to his wife, he watched her walk away. “Good one, Callen. I’m stealing that bet somewhere down the line.”
“You know she’s going to get us fixed if we keep it up.”
Ethan laughed. “She can’t force us to get vasectomies,” he reassured.
“Yeah, I’m not worried about a doctor doing it. I’m scared shitless that she’s going to take it into her own hands.”
Both men cringed. “You may have a point.”
* * *
Laying him on the cold granite, he stared down at the dead man and his dog. It was time to make the cuts and prep him for his burial.
It would all be done right and in God’s name.
With the hacksaw, he began sawing through his fingers. Since he was already dead, there was very little blood. This might actually work to his advantage. Why the hell didn't he think of this sooner?
When he hit bone, it became harder, but he managed.
With God’s will, he got it done.
The canopic jar needed to be a little bigger, to contain all ten digits, but that was fine. The FBI was also getting another little treat.
The yappy dog would be mummified too.
When he hid them, he only hoped they wouldn’t be found for a long time.
As he finished the fingers, he dumped the oils all over him and the dog. With the saturated strips, he began the tedious job of wrapping and preparing them.
This was the hardest part, but he was sending him off to his maker the way it should be done. Since there was no coffin, this was the least he could do.
Besides, God gave him the instructions to follow.
Who was he to disobey?
He was only the Angel of Death.
Nothing more.
* * *
Sitting on the couch, they finished their dinner. Ethan was just about ready to clear their dishes when he remembered the other present. “I have something else for you, but you have to promise not to use it until tomorrow.”
That piqued her curiosity. “Uh, okay.”
“Callen told me you wished for a whiteboard. There’s one in my trunk.”
She kissed them both. “I love you two. I swear if I could build a man in a lab, he would be just like you both.”
“Only one man, Elizabeth?” Callen asked.
Ethan lifted a brow. “So, you’d choose to combine us into one, instead of having us both?”
She started laughing. “You realize this conversation is useless since I can’t actually stick you together, unless I use handcuffs.”
Ethan glanced over at his brother. “Here, I was planning on slow and romantic, but her comments have made me a tad bit irritated. It’s like we’re some toy she can swap out the parts.”
Callen snorted. “Yeah, I’m a little offended. I don’t think she appreciates that she has two amazing men who practically worship her.”
“Maybe we should show her what happens when she forgets that we’re not two things she can stick together, like peanut butter and jelly.”
“Or blow and job,” she added, finding herself pretty amusing.
Only, they weren’t laughing with her.
“I see. That’s it. Dishes can wait,” stated Ethan, placing them on the table. The men lunged, grabbing her.
Elizabeth began struggling to get free. “Come on! I was only kidding. Of course I wouldn’t combine you into one person!”
It didn't matter. As of that moment, they were going to teach her a lesson.
Once in the bedroom, Callen pulled the handcuffs from his and Ethan’s belts. When his brother laid on top of her, he managed to get her arms up above her head. With very little difficulty, they secured her arms to the headboard.
She was still laughing.
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sp; Ethan sat across her hips, using his weight to keep her from bucking his body off hers.
“Now, let’s see what we have here,” he said, unbuttoning her shirt. When it was open, both men ran their hands over her flesh.
The laughter stopped.
Callen unsnapped the latch in the front of her bra, setting her free. When her breasts were splayed there for them to devour, she was finding it hard to breathe.
They looked like two starving animals, about to devour some helpless creature they had trapped.
“Get off me!” she demanded, wanting to run her hands all over their bodies next.
Neither man listened to a word she said. Instead, Ethan began sliding backward, to get to her belt buckle and jeans. Callen lowered his head, seeking out each nipple, one at a time. With tongue and teeth, he worked her into a heated frenzy.
“Do you want more or should I set you free?” he whispered in her ear, only taking a break for a few seconds.
“NO! Don’t set me free.”
Ethan shook his head. “You insulted us, Elizabeth. If you want us to continue, you’re going to have to convince us a little better than that,” he stated.
She stared at him as Callen was now using his fingers to torment her breasts. The teasing, rolling motion was sending licks of heat through her body.
“What do you say, Elizabeth?”
“Please?”
Still, it wasn’t good enough.
“I’m sorry. Please touch me.”
Ethan lowered the zipper on her jeans. “You’re getting warmer. How about you try again?”
At that exact moment, Callen pinched her, sending delicious pain through her body.
“I want you to thank your Native men for filling your life with so much pleasure, Elizabeth. I think you honestly believe we’re just your arm candy. The opposite is true. You’re ours.”
Callen loved watching her trapped beneath them. What he wanted was to bury himself in her body over and over again until he exploded.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, as his lips continued exploring her nipples. “You’re so much more than just my arm candy,” she admitted, as Callen’s mouth did truly wicked things.
When she was distracted, Ethan pulled off her jeans. There was something so erotic about his wife on the bed, trapped and in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. While his brother tormented her unmercifully, he decided to join in. Holding her legs apart, he ran his fingers across the silky material.
When she squirmed, he yanked them aside to find her wet and ready for him. Diving in, Ethan enjoyed his wife. As he lapped, licked, and teased, she started to breathe heavy.
Callen enjoyed her gasps as he grabbed handfuls of her ample breasts to feast on her flesh. First, he’d start on one, and then skip to the other. With her moans, he got more and more rough, just to hear her beg.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she moaned, her body bowing beneath the attention.
When Ethan added his fingers, she shattered in complete bliss. Unfortunately for her, they were nowhere near being ready to stop.
Both men were starving and needed the only thing she could offer.
All of her.
“Again,” Ethan whispered, finding the most sensitive part of her body. With a swirl of his tongue, he teased her more. While his desperation demanded he be rough, Ethan knew Callen would push the limits when he had his chance. For now, he was taking it easy on her.
He couldn’t wait to watch her come undone.
Elizabeth’s body tingled with satisfaction as the men pushed onward. “Please,” she begged.
“It’s too late now, Elizabeth,” Callen replied, leaving little bites all the way across her breasts and shoulders. When he reached her mouth, he began pummeling her with a brutal kiss.
Ethan could feel her grinding against his eager mouth. It wouldn’t be long before she would fall apart again.
The kiss consumed her. Elizabeth could feel the tremors building. As she clung to the precipice, Ethan found that one spot with his very eager fingers.
The explosion happened.
Callen swallowed her shout, continuing to kiss her until he felt the tap on his back. As they’d done so many times before, Callen and Ethan switched places.
Without hesitation, Ethan began feasting on her swollen breasts. Callen also dove in, dining on Elizabeth at her weakest moment.
“Please, no,” she begged and was completely ignored.
Callen became frustrated with her undergarments, only to rip them from her body. It pulled a gasp from her lips as he dove in.
“Oh Christ!” she muttered, as his mouth and fingers repeatedly broke her down.
Ethan watched her with his dark eyes. There was nothing more erotic than having the pleasure of seeing a strong woman come undone. “Who’s the plaything now, Elizabeth?” he asked, as he went back to one of her breasts.
“Oh God! I am. I’m your plaything,” she admitted, giving him anything that he wanted. With her words, Callen pushed her off into the bliss yet again. Only, she couldn’t enjoy the fall. True to form, Callen, the lover of pain, started right back on her again.
“More,” he muttered, working her hard and fast.
Ethan loved every second of it, and they were nowhere near done. With his mouth, he worked his way to her lips.
“Who owns you, Elizabeth?” he asked, loving the expression on her face. It was so full of lust, need, and desire, that it made him want to tear off his clothes and take her over and over.
“You and Callen,” she whispered, teetering precariously on the edge. When Callen buried his fingers in her body, tickling the deepest spot, she fell once more.
Everything stopped around her as she drifted.
While their woman was lost in the bliss, Ethan and Callen stripped. Grabbing their keys, they set her arms free. If she thought this was it, she was mistaken.
As soon as she surfaced, the demands began.
“Get up,” Callen ordered.
Elizabeth did what he asked.
“Now, it’s your turn to use your mouth,” he said, taking a spot beside his brother, against the headboard.
Willingly, she crawled toward him. This meant her body would have a moment of peace before she knew what was coming. The men, when they got bossy in bed, generally liked to watch her ride them.
With her hand, she stroked Ethan. Her lips sought Callen, and when they closed over the head of his erection, he gasped in complete bliss.
“Oh yeah, Lyzee! Use that mouth of yours!” Callen hissed, as she began worshipping him. He was mesmerized by the slide of his erection from between her lips.
“More,” Ethan said, as he enjoyed her hand stroking his sensitized flesh. To him, there was nothing hotter than what was unfolding before him. Her hand was steadily heating him up, while her mouth worked his brother closer to the edge.
The room was filled with their combined moans and the wet sucking sound from Elizabeth.
Callen knew he was close. While they’d pushed her hard, he knew she was pregnant with their child. He’d have a little mercy. “Ethan’s turn.”
Without missing a beat, Elizabeth’s head went from his lap to Ethan’s. When her hand couldn’t locate the engorged part of his body fast enough, Callen helped her out.
“Keep going,” Ethan whispered, as he closed his eyes. He was close, and he didn't want this to ever end. In fact, he planned on making Elizabeth work for it. “This is your punishment for being too big for your own britches,” he said, tossing her own phrase at her.
As if to tell him to off, Elizabeth added a little scrape of teeth into the mix. They may think they were driving this little sex fest, but the truth was right there- she was the boss.
Ethan’s body shook.
Callen was on the edge.
“Stop,” Ethan stated. “Now, you ride until we tell you to stop.”
Her body was already heated back up. There was no doubt that she loved this part. There was something powerful about being able
to control their lovemaking.
It was time to enjoy her men.
Climbing across Ethan’s body first, she enjoyed the view. With a slow glide, Elizabeth slid him home. Immediately, her hands went to the raven tattoo on his chest. Her fingers traced it, as she began bouncing in his lap.
His heart skipped. The loving ministrations across his scars always undid him.
“More,” he demanded, placing his hands on her hips. With powerful arms, he drove her down his body and back up again.
“Oh God!” she moaned, as she rode her Cowboy. “So sensitive,” she whispered, loving the way he was enjoying it too.
Then, he pulled her off his body. “Callen’s turn,” he said, slapping her on the ass as she straddled the other man.
“Come on, angel. I want to watch you bounce in my lap,” Callen stated, leaning back to let her work for it.
“Cal,” she muttered, as he bucked his hips up to hit that one spot, repeatedly.
“Come on, Lyzee. I want you to scream my name.” Callen knew he was close. When he reached up to squeeze her breasts, the tremors began. “Keep going and don’t stop,” he ordered, as he felt her begin to shatter. “Take me with you, angel.”
Elizabeth exploded apart, but with the help of Callen’s big hands on her hips and Ethan’s on her back, she managed to stay upright and finish her ride.
“Oh shit!” Callen shouted, as the world around him exploded apart. His orgasm hit, and he nearly drowned in the power of it all.
As he rode it out, he could feel Elizabeth being yanked from his body and placed on their bed.
“My turn,” hissed Ethan in her ear as he found her and invaded without warning. He struggled to get in as her muscles rippled in pleasured protest. Once sheathed, Ethan knew the fun was about to begin.
Elizabeth arched as her husband drove himself home, burying himself so very deep inside her body with his full length. As he worked his way in and out, he stared down into her eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered, sharing his heart with his woman.
Elizabeth couldn’t talk. At that point, she was on sensory overload. With each slam of his hips into her body, she was lifted off the mattress. Finally, she regained speech. “More Ethan. I want more,” she begged, burying her nails in his shoulders.
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