Tori touched his cheek. “Julian, I’m okay. I know that I can assemble any of the weapons I had to carry in less than one minute each. I’m betting Justin had to pull out the manual to do it. You know the one with the pictures in it.”
Julian laughed as all the family at the table gasped. “I believe it.” It was entertaining to see his brother get one back for a change.
“What weapons are you familiar with, Tori?” inquired Justin, still grinning.
“I used the M16 first, and then on patrol in the streets my weapon was the M4. My personal side piece was the M9.”
He was going to school the girl, whether she was his brother’s babe or not. “I happen to have my M4 in my case in my truck. Care to go head to head with me and prove that you know your weapons as well as a Marine?”
Tori shrugged. “Get your weapon, Justin. But when I win, you have to pay up.”
Julian was enjoying this. It was a whole new side to his girl, one he’d never seen before.
“What’s the wager?” Now he was curious.
Tori thought about it. “I win; you have to wear an Army t-shirt every time I see you again in my presence.”
Everyone started laughing, including Julian. If his girl could school his brother, then he was going to definitely marry her. It proved she could be a Littlemoon.
“What if I win?” questioned Justin.
“I’ll sport that Marines logo for you on my morning run every damn day for a month.”
Justin stood. “Deal,” he held out his hand, waiting for Tori to shake it. When she did, he grinned. “Be right back.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” inquired Claire. “He’s fairly fast with his weapon.”
Tori wasn’t worried. “I served in a unit with Rangers on a front line. If you couldn’t get your M4 together in less than a minute, they’d leave your ass behind in the zone. I’m not scared in the least of a Marine; an insurgent with a death wish is far scarier.”
Julian pulled her closer to his side and took in her scent. “I know you can kick his ass,” he whispered in her ear. “I’d bet my horses on it.”
Tori was touched by the complete faith he had in her.
Just then, Justin entered the room and placed his weapon on the table.
“Nice gun,” said Connor.
All three service members at the table looked at him like he just committed a cardinal sin.
“It’s not a gun,” stated Justin. “It’s a weapon. Cops carry guns, soldiers carry weapons.”
Connor laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “You three are too much.”
“May I?” inquired Tori, pointing at the M4. “Can I break it down and set it up to start?” she asked.
“Have at it,” he stated, sitting back down. “Nothing says Christmas until the Littlemoons have weapons out on the table.”
Clarissa laughed. “I just didn’t expect Julian’s date to be the one with the gun this time.”
Both his sisters snickered. “I think any woman that dates him would want access to a loaded weapon,” stated Liana.
Julian ignored his sisters and ran his hand down her back as he watched her break the M4 down efficiently. Tori placed it on the table in the eight or so pieces, and in a specific pattern that only she and his brother seemed to understand.
“Justin, your bolt carrier group is a hot mess. You forget to clean your weapon, Soldier?” she asked, getting ready to reassemble the M4. “Or do all Marines disrespect their life lines?”
Justin laughed. “I didn’t clean it since I used it last. I just got home; it was on my list of things to do.” He noticed she broke the weapon down completely, all the way down to the pins. The babe was going hard core and serious about the challenge.
“Julian, can I borrow your hair tie?” she inquired.
Immediately, he pulled it from his hair.
“I’m ready,” she stated. “Someone pull out a stopwatch.” Tori pulled her hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of her way.
Connor pulled out his phone and placed it on the table. “And…GO!” He hit the button and the clock started ticking away the time.
Tori went on autopilot. She’d broken down and reassembled her M4 Carbine about a thousand times. She went into the zone, blocked out the sound and cheering around her. Julian’s hand on her back disappeared, and all that mattered was getting the gun back together again, as if her life depended on it. She began the most tedious part of reassembling the bolt. Tori noticed it only took her less than twenty seconds. On to the firing pin placement, she slipped it in and found the center hole on the first try, and then she glanced down checking her time. The stop watch was at thirty seconds, as she moved into the easier portion of the gun the upper and lower halves. Popping in the firing part, she secured the pins and popped the gun together. At the audible click, she then took the last fifteen seconds to test it to make sure it was assembled correctly. In the streets, it meant life or death. When the ‘thunk’ sounded, she placed the gun down.
“Done.”
Connor hit the button, and everyone looked at the time. Tori had it finished in fifty four seconds.
Julian grinned and handed her a napkin to wipe the gun residue off her fingers. “Wow, Justin. Can you beat that?” asked his brother.
The man laughed. “I can and will.”
Tori sat back down and grinned. “You also have to test fire it at the end, no short cuts. Three pins and broken all the way down.”
“You’re tough, Army.”
“You have to be when you’re the bull’s-eye, Marine. You know that.” Tori leaned back against Julian and got chills when his lips touched her ear.
“That was incredibly hot. A babe with a weapon apparently turns me right on,” he whispered, and nibbled at her lobe.
She somehow managed to keep a straight face, even as he tormented her body.
“I’m ready,” stated Justin, grinning wickedly. There was no way he was letting an Army girl show him up. He was a Marine and pride was at stake.
Connor reset the stopwatch on his phone and looked up at his brother. “Ready, set, go!”
Justin hustled through the process, popping in the firing pins and reassembling the bolt. Making sure it was functional; he slid it into the gun and popped the pieces together. Struggling with finding the hole to the firing pin, he was glad when it was finally located. Popping the upper and lower halves of the gun together, he clicked in the pins and prepared to discharge it. When there was no ‘thunk’ he started worrying. He back tracked the process and popped the previous piece back in, and then retested it.
Tori grinned at the clock.
The ‘thunk’ sounded and Justin placed his gun back on the table shouting done, only then looking at the stop watch. He couldn’t believe it. She beat him by half a second.
“Well shit,” he muttered, in shock and awe.
Julian laughed maniacally. “I can’t believe I just watched my brother getting his ass handed to him by my girl. This one is a day to remember.”
Tori stood and held out her hand. “Great time there, Marine. Send me a shirt; I’ll proudly wear it on my run.”
“But you won,” stated Claire, lifting a brow.
Julian was proud of her and knew that one way or another, he was going to get her to marry him -even if it took the next twenty years.
“A soldier doesn’t revel in another soldier’s failures, only in his victories,” she answered. “Ooh-rah, Marine.”
Justin really liked his brother’s girlfriend. “Hoo-ah, Army.”
Clarissa made her mind up right there. If Roger didn’t already tell her that the woman was quality, this did. This girl would be a welcome addition to their family.
“Dessert anyone?” she asked. “Tori helped me make the strawberry jam for the fry bread.”
Julian couldn’t take it anymore, as half his family got up to help his mother, he turned her around and planted a deep one right on her mouth. Instead of fighting him, she wrapped her ar
ms around his body, melting into the kiss.
He lost track of time until his nephew ratted him out again.
“No making out at the table!” yelled his mother. “I raised you better than that! The dining room is for eating not KISSING!”
Julian laughed, breaking away. He desperately wanted to tell her what was in his heart, but he knew she’d freak out. “Thank you for coming with me, Tori.”
She smiled up at him, finally at ease. “Trust me, the pleasure was all mine.”
* * *
Callen Whitefox heard the words. Elizabeth was pregnant and before that moment, he had believed they were the only words he ever wanted to hear in his life. Now the rush of nerves was hitting him. It was one thing to hope he could have a child with the woman he loved; it was another when reality set in. This was his brother’s wife, and even though Ethan never said otherwise, he couldn’t help but be worried about the possibility. If the baby was his, would that fracture the relationship they had? What if the baby wasn’t his? Could he bear to see her have another child without the possibility of it being with him?
Glancing over at Ethan, he waited until he made the first move, and he only hoped it would include him.
Ethan Blackhawk didn’t know what to think. At first there was the rush that his wife was having a baby, and then the sharp pain of the possibility it wouldn’t be his child. Part of him wanted to run around like an idiot, the other half wanted to ask who the father was, even though she couldn’t possibly know.
There was such a flood of emotions, and he was struggling to figure out which ones he needed to let lead the way. Ethan could feel his brother’s eyes on him, and he didn’t want to hurt the man. After all, he’d just invited him into their life by offering up his anniversary. By doing that, didn’t it say that Ethan was willing to accept the outcome of their union?
THEIR partner and wife was having THEIR child. Ethan remembered the words his grandfather had whispered into his ear on his deathbed, and he tried to release the jealousy. If the baby wasn’t his, then maybe the next one would be. He’d let Callen have this moment if it was meant to be, without animosity and anger. At least he was going to attempt to do just that.
“We’re pregnant?” he asked, again.
Elizabeth nodded, her nerves all stirred up. “Yes.” She was about to burst into tears when both men looked at each other, and offered themselves a congratulatory fist bump.
The laughter came, and then the happiness erupted from both men as they rushed her. Elizabeth was closed between them and they hugged.
“I love you both,” she said, laughing and crying at the same time.
“Callen, carry her upstairs, I’m pretty sure we have a bottle of sparkling cider in the wine cooler. “I say we get naked, have celebratory sex, and get sugared up on bubbly juice!”
Elizabeth giggled as she was picked up by one of the men in her life.
“Don’t start without me,” ordered Blackhawk, grabbing three more glasses and laughing.
Whitefox ran for the stairs, the woman he loved cradled in his arms. “Are you happy, Elizabeth?” he asked, walking up to the second floor.
“I am now,” she said, kissing him and pulling the tie from the back of his hair. Then she buried her hands in the silky strands. When he moaned against her mouth, Elizabeth shivered in his arms.
“God, it feels like forever since I touched you,” he began kissing her throat. “I just want to climb all over you.”
“How about I go get something special out of the lingerie drawer to commemorate the event?” she offered, dying to see what he placed in there earlier.
“Yes, please,” he begged, feeling his body tense. “I’d really love that and I’m sure Ethan would too.” He placed her on her feet, and she went up on her toes to kiss him again. When she broke away, he was breathless.
“I’ll be right back,” Elizabeth purred, running her hand down his chest. “Lose the shirt, Callen.”
It was gone in less than four seconds. He watched her walk across their bedroom to the closet. Once inside she closed the door. Whitefox raced to the nightstand and grabbed the zippo lighter that they kept in there. As fast as he could, he began lighting all the candles that were all over the room.
Ethan rushed into the room, to find his brother alone. “Where is she?” he asked, placing the sparkling cider on the bed stand, dimming all the lights.
“Lingerie.”
It was all he had to say.
“I sincerely hope you placed some really amazing things in that drawer.”
Whitefox laughed at how desperate his brother sounded, but then again so was he. “Leather.”
Blackhawk pulled off his own shirt and hopped onto the bed to wait for his hellion wife. “Yee haw!”
“Are you boys ready for me,” she called from the walk in closet.
“Yes,” they both answered, waiting for the unveiling.
“Really good choices, Callen,” said Elizabeth as she stepped into their room in a wickedly high pair of heels and a black corset that was made of leather. It laced up the sides and accentuated her body, pushing her breasts up like they were an offering for the taking. The tiny G-string covered nothing and was simply there to draw the attention of the men.
“Okay,” muttered Blackhawk. “That’s some really great shopping skills, Cal.”
Whitefox couldn’t even speak. His brain had drained of all the blood and it was currently pooling elsewhere. When he bought it, the picture in his mind was amazing, but it had nothing on the reality of it all.
Elizabeth walked towards the bed effortlessly. Despite their varied tastes in lingerie, once it was put on, both men became immediately focused.
“Ethan, help me up, please,” she requested, holding out her hand.
He jumped fast and lifted her onto the bed. “Yes, baby.”
Callen was already three days past excited. His body was hard and taut as he waited for her to make her way to kneel between them.
“Happy Callen?” she asked, running her hand down the leather slowly. His eyes tracked the movement. “If both of you would prefer me to go with milder celebratory baby sex, I can slip out of this little number.”
Blackhawk listened to the words, and he started losing the ability to think too.
“No!” They both answered at once.
Elizabeth expected just that. “Director Blackhawk, get back on the bed,” she said softly, knowing Ethan got wild whenever she called him that during sex.
Ethan swallowed and did what she asked. He’d be crazy not to. His wife was driving this fantasy now.
“Tonight here are the rules, boys. No one touches but me. Got it?” she said, running her hands down both of their chests. When both men nodded, she knew she was going to enjoy tormenting them.
Slowly she pulled the string on both men’s pajama pants at the same time setting them free. “Remember no hands.”
Callen swallowed, praying he could follow her instructions.
“You get to go first, Mr. Whitefox, since you picked this outfit out and initiated this. Tonight it’s all about what’s bouncing around in your head.”
He nodded, and watched as she took him in her hand. When she stroked him, he shook already. Control was tough for him when it came to Elizabeth. His brother had two years to learn patience and he only had months.
She turned to Ethan and did the same thing except it drew a low growl from low in his chest.
“Let the celebration begin, boys,” she said, first moving to Callen’s erection and taking him deep into her mouth. The second her lips made contact, he moaned. Elizabeth worked him hard, sucking and teasing. When she added teeth he begged. She simply pulled away and focused on Ethan, doing the same thing until she earned the same exact pleading.
Back to Callen she went, licking her way up his torso until she found his mouth. Kissing him hard, she pulled on his hair, refusing to let him break the kiss. When he went to touch her, she stopped. “If you break the rules I will have Etha
n hold you down while I have my way with you Callen.”
He blinked a few times, surprised at her words, but then he simply nodded. There was a brief moment where he wondered if she’d actually do it.
Her mouth returned to his, and she plundered it, diving in deep and using the same teeth and tongue. Callen groaned in pleasure and pain as Elizabeth broke away.
Focusing on Ethan, she pulled his hair free of the hair tie and ran her fingers through it. “Hello Director Blackhawk, what can I do today to make you feel really good?” she questioned, running her nails down his chest.
“I want to feel you riding me,” he answered, already picturing it.
“Done,” she said, kicking off the heels and moving to stand in the middle of the bed. Slowly, she slipped the tiny thong down her legs and tossed it to Callen. Immediately, she climbed onto Ethan’s lap and slid him deep into her body.
Blackhawk moaned as she encased him and began the silky slide up and down his erection. As he began to quake beneath her, Elizabeth made sure to grind down against him, pulling a gasp from his body.
“God baby, so close,” he whispered, enjoying the feeling of her body swallowing his.
Two more strokes and she stopped. “Callen’s turn,” she said grinning wickedly.
Blackhawk wanted to protest. Never had she left him hanging sexually. She’d finish off one man then go to the other. Now, he was frustrated and close to losing control. What he wanted was to grab her and force his wife to ride him.
Elizabeth slid Callen into her body. Placing her hands on his shoulder, she began riding him too. At first the pace was slow, building until it became harder, and she was getting close herself.
Whitefox was fighting hard to not explode. When her body began quivering around his, he knew he was doomed. Then suddenly it stopped. Callen opened his eyes to see her climbing back into his brother’s lap.
Elizabeth buried her hands in his hair as she rode him unhurriedly. The pace was achingly slow, torturing him as much as she could.
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
“Are you out of control yet, Ethan?” she asked. “No? Then let’s see if I can make that happen.” Once again, she picked up the pace, and could feel herself getting ready to explode. As she ruptured apart, she quickly jumped off his lap and slid onto Callen’s body.
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