Blackhawk moaned at how close he’d come to feeling pleasure, and now it was gone again. Left behind was the overwhelming feeling of no control.
When Elizabeth climbed onto his erection, Whitefox was ready to explode. The torment was getting to him, and he just wanted to bury himself in her body until he found relief. Now she was starting to ride him again.
“Elizabeth, I’m going to lose control,” he said, trying to not think about the way she was trying to push him over the edge. “Please let me touch you.”
“What do you want to do, Ethan?” she asked, glancing over at him.
“You know what I want to do, Elizabeth.”
She was going to force him to use the words. “Not unless you say it. If you don’t then poor Callen won’t get to touch me.”
“Please give her what she wants,” he said. “I need to touch her,” he begged his brother, looking over at him.
“What do you want, Ethan?” she asked again, determined to force him to say it and break free.
“I want to fuck you! I need to bury myself in you and take what’s mine,” he growled.
“Then take me,” she said grinning wickedly. “Fuck me, Ethan,” she whispered, and both men sucked in a breath.
Blackhawk moved fast, pulling her off his brother’s body, and throwing her between them. “Touch her Callen, our rules now,” he hissed, slipping into her body and feeling the need for hard uncontrolled sex with her.
Callen rolled, pulling down the leather of the bustier, and running his hand across her flesh, and then tracing the same pattern with his lips.
Elizabeth moaned, as one man pounded into her out of control, and the other one tormented her with teeth and tongue. She buried her hand in Callen’s hair and then reached up and did the same to Ethan’s. It connected all three of them together as Ethan set the pace.
Whitefox moved to her mouth and swallowed her moans. While driving her mad, he unlaced the black leather, pulling it from her body. Now the men had her free of her lingerie.
Ethan was so damn close. A few more strokes and he was going to explode. Using the pad of his thumb, he rubbed the most sensitive part of her body until she shattered. The feeling of her clenching down on him drove him crazy and pulled him over the edge. Ethan slammed into her and shouted her name.
Whitefox needed complete and total relief. He pulled Elizabeth out from under his brother. When Ethan rolled to his back, Callen laid her against him so he could take her from behind. He caught the last wave of her orgasm and began pushing into her hard, causing her to plead more.
Blackhawk took her mouth and pillaged, swallowing everything.
Whitefox held onto her hips and repeatedly slammed into his woman, thinking about the chance she was carrying his child. It stirred him up and made him crazy. The punishing strokes were almost too much to handle, and he could feel her shaking around him and knew she was about to go over with him. One more hard stroke, angled just right and Elizabeth exploded, taking him with her. Callen poured hotly into her, laying his forehead on her back, as they rode out the bliss together.
When the storm had passed, he rolled, pulling her with him so she was cradled between them.
“I love you both,” she said, licking her lips. They tasted like Callen and Ethan.
Blackhawk laid his hand over her belly and already loved the child she was carrying, despite if it was his or his brother’s. It was a gift to their family and still was half his wife and CJ’s blood. Her being the mother was all that mattered, since he and Callen shared half their own DNA.
“Are you happy, Ethan? Callen? I was really worried about telling you both. I didn’t want this to come between us.”
Ethan thought about what to share and what to keep to himself. “I won’t lie; it makes me a little off balance. Of course I want another child, but if you’re carrying Callen’s child, I still have the solace of knowing I have CJ. Maybe the next one will be mine. I still want a brood, and this changes nothing.”
Elizabeth stroked his cheek.
“I guess what I’m saying is that I hope the baby is yours, Callen,” stated his brother. It was hard to say, but under the jealousy he knew it was truth.
Whitefox watched his brother’s face, seeing nothing but love for both of them. The gift he was giving him was once again immeasurable. First he gave him a family and shared his wife, and now he was genuinely willing to hope the child was his.
“I love you, Ethan. I probably don’t deserve you as a brother and every day I’m so grateful.”
Elizabeth kissed Ethan on the lips. “You're a really good man, and I cherish you with my heart.”
Callen placed his hand on her belly beside his brother’s. “Is this why you haven’t been eating and drinking coffee?” he asked, kissing her on her bare shoulder.
“Let me tell you about our next child. He hates meat.” Elizabeth was going to trust that Timothy’s prediction of a house full of boys would be true. “I’m not able to eat much of it.”
“Poor angel,” he answered, kissing her neck more.
Ethan had a question. “What can you eat? We don’t need you or the baby starving. I think we should make a chart of the foods that are palatable and the ones that aren’t and fill the house with only those things. I’m willing to forgo meat the rest of the pregnancy.”
Elizabeth and Callen started laughing.
“What?” Blackhawk didn’t get what was funny about that statement.
“You’re obsessing over it already, and we’ve only known for an hour,” snickered his brother.
“It’s my job,” Ethan answered, grinning. “Wait until you see her do something completely cavalier with your child in her body. You’ll lose your damn mind.”
“I absolutely will. I'm sure of it.”
“Oh brother, you two are going to drive me bat shit insane the next seven months, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” they said together.
Callen was feeling sick to his stomach, reminiscing about the other day’s events. Even if this child wasn’t his, there was no way he’d risk her or the baby. “Elizabeth, you could have been hurt in the strip club with that bouncer. You need to stay inside FBI West!”
Now Blackhawk started laughing. “Oh Cal, you better get a prescription for some meds, because I can guarantee that the next few months are going to make you certifiable. I’ve lived it already, so I’m prepared. Chris Leonard can prescribe anti-anxiety pills.”
“The baby isn't going to get hurt,” she said laughing. “I’m still me. I’m going to get fat and wobbly.”
Ethan grinned. “I still like you fat and wobbly.”
“Oh yeah,” muttered Callen. “It’s so much easier to catch the woman, when she’s slow and off balance.”
“I’ll show you slow and off balance, Callen James Whitefox,” she answered, grinning. “Tomorrow is the football game and I’m going to kick your ass.”
“We’re so not playing contact sports while you’re pregnant,” stated Whitefox.
Ethan sighed, knowing where this was heading. He’d made the same mistake once too. “Son, you just walked into that one.” He knew what was coming. “Here comes your first pregnancy ass kicking.”
“Really Callen? Sex is a contact sport in which part of you gets so much closer to the baby than me carrying a football in the mud. Are you giving up sex for the next seven months too?”
Blackhawk laughed at the panic on his brother’s face. “You have a lot to learn and in zero time to do it.”
“You win,” he said, letting go of the worry. It was Elizabeth, and there was no way in hell she’d risk her own child. “I trust you.”
“WOW,” she said, staring at him. “That’s it? No fight, no arguments?”
He shook his head. “It’s your body, you know what you can do and can’t.” What he didn’t tell her was he was going to be all over her nonstop.
“When can we test for paternity?” asked Blackhawk. “Or don’t you want to?” He glanced over at his b
rother.
Elizabeth shrugged. “To me this isn't even an issue. I know whose baby this is,” she said placing her hand over his and Callen’s. “This is my child. If you both need to know, I’ll get the testing.”
Ethan stared at his brother. “Well Cal?”
Callen went silent.
“What’s wrong, love?” she asked, feeling his body tensing against hers.
“Is it wrong I really hope and need this baby to be mine?” he asked. “Am I completely selfish, because I can’t say what Ethan said? That I can’t pretend I’m not feeling…”
Elizabeth ran a hand over his cheek. “It isn't at all. You want a child more than anything in life, and if you need the testing then just say it.”
“I need it, and I’m sorry I can’t wait until the baby’s born. I’m sorry, Ethan.”
Blackhawk leaned forward and placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t apologize okay? Needing to know isn't a bad thing. I want to know too,” he admitted, only hoping that he could handle the outcome.
“I’ll talk to Chris on Monday. Find out what kind of testing is out there and how far along I need to be, and we’ll get the answers.”
“Thank you both,” he said, tears filling his eyes.
“How about we curl up and get some sleep,” she said yawning. “Tomorrow we have a long day ahead of us. We’re visiting granddad, playing muddy football, and Christmas dinner with Julian and Tori. I wonder if I can get Dad to make me more fry bread,” she said, cuddling into the warmth of the men’s bodies.
Blackhawk laughed. “Once he finds out he’s getting another grandchild he’ll give you anything you want, including a kidney.”
“I’ll make it if he won’t,” offered Callen.
Neither of them laughed, because the look on his face was so serene and sincere.
“I’d love that Callen,” Elizabeth answered. “Sweet dreams boys. I love you so much,” she closed her eyes and enjoyed the slow rhythmic breathing. It lulled her into sleep and offered her peace.
Everything would be all right, now that she knew her family would stay intact.
* * *
He paced his house waiting to be able to find the next woman to make his own. Heading to the strip club had been useless. All the women he liked were off for the night, and none of the other prospects were anything that interested him.
Damn the stupid holiday!
Now he was going to have to wait until Monday night to find and take a woman. He couldn’t wait any longer. His body was tight with need and want, and only one of the women there could satisfy him and then give him joy as he set her ablaze.
All he wanted was to smell the melting hair, the bubbling fat causing the fire to burn hotter, and the crackling of whore roasting, covered in flames.
Contemplating going out and picking up a hooker, he looked at his watch. It was too late, and it appeared he’d be going to bed alone and only thinking about burying himself in some wanton flesh.
Going to his room, he slammed his door.
Unfortunately, he was his own date for the night.
* * *
Julian held her hand all the way back to his cabin, fearing if he let go, she’d make a break for it into the night. Now that he found her, he wasn’t willing to let her leave.
He was in love.
Yeah, he took quite the tumble. Thinking back to the time they spent in Cypress Grove, it probably happened the first time he saw her. When she stood in the crowd of techs and his eyes found her, standing out like a jewel among the common, he should have known. Now it was going to be a matter of making her see and stay. That meant finding out if Tori was still in love with the man who died and took her with him years ago.
Everything in him needed to break through the shell she had surrounded herself with, and make her see that he was the one too. It was obvious that it was going to take patience and time.
“Are you okay, Tori?” he asked, quietly.
Glancing over at him, Tori smiled. “I’m just enjoying the views of the reservation. It’s pretty at night with the stars and the snow.”
Julian didn’t think he’d heard anyone call the Rez pretty before. Most Indian Reservations were hell on earth. Poverty pulled the Natives down into its grasps, never letting them go. The only reason he survived was because of the job he had in Red River as a deputy, and now his own business. Tracking wasn’t lucrative, but it did pay well enough to keep his home repaired, himself and his ladies fed, and his bills paid. Eventually he’d be branching out, once he had his private investigator license. Tori most likely made double what he made as a federal agent for the FBI. Living on the Rez was more a thorn in his side than a blessing, but he was Native and this was his home.
“Tomorrow we can take a ride on the horses,” he stated, hoping she’d still join him. Julian wanted to see her with Wakanda and Weeko.
“I can’t wait, Julian.”
Pulling into the driveway, she stared at the totem in the headlights. “I really like your totem, it’s pretty awesome,” she offered.
Julian laughed. “Here’s the irony behind that totem. I bought it over a year ago, and tried to find information on the artist. I searched on line, through the Native community and anywhere I could get a lead and never once could I find anything on him.”
“I don’t get the irony,” she interjected.
“That beautiful piece of art was hand carved by Wyler Blackhawk.”
Tori glanced over. “As in…”
He nodded. “Life puts you on a path for a reason Tori. We don’t always understand it, or like where it initially leads but it knows best. Fate just knows.”
Tori watched him in the shadows of the car. There was no doubt in her mind what he was referencing. Julian was discussing them and her past.
“Want to go in and have some beer on the couch?” he asked, hoping she still wasn’t going to run.
“Yeah, I think that sounds really great.”
Julian hustled out of the car and to the passenger door, holding out his hand for her. “Come along ma’ lady.”
Tori laughed. A Native doing a really bad British accent was funny as hell. Linking her arm through his, she walked by his side to the door. Once inside, he hung up both of their coats, and pointed at the couch.
“I’ll get the beer, you warm up the couch.”
She strolled over and sat, looking around the room. Now that she wasn’t nervous, it was so much easier to take it all in. The room had subtle decorations scattered intermittently.
When he joined her, handing her a beer, she felt the curiosity getting to her. “The totem, what’s it mean?”
Sipping his beer, he leaned back. “My entire life I always had these dreams of three eagles following me. My spirit guide is the horse, but these three eagles have tracked me all through life. I figure it means something, I just don’t know what yet. Once I solve it, I’ll let you know.”
“What does the horse signify?”
Julian sipped his beer. “The horse is an independent creature that likes the adventure. Original horses were wild and free, and that’s the spirit of those that have the horse as their guide. It’s freedom.”
She wondered what animal she’d be, if she was Native.
“Bored yet?” he inquired, generally women he had relationships with were never interested in his ethnicity. These were questions only Tori thought to ask.
Tori grinned. “No way! You’re an interesting man, Mr. Littlemoon.”
Before her, he might have believed that, but now looking at his life it seemed colorless without the shades of her touching it. “I’m fairly simple. What you see is what you get.”
“I don’t mind what I see.” In fact she really liked with she saw in him. It went further past the shoulder length brown hair, and gorgeous gold speckled brown eyes. It was just the genuine man beneath. He didn’t pretend he was something he wasn’t. He was Native, and he wasn’t bothered by it. It was innately sexy.
His whole body c
lenched at her words. Just the mere idea that she found him attractive stirred him up. Tori was a beautiful woman, and just being with her was a treasure.
Julian began praying for patience. He had to let her make the move, had to give her this opportunity to come out from behind the shell and just decide if this was what she wanted. If he was what she wanted in life.
Tori could sense him waiting for her to come to him, and she grinned. If that was the way he wanted it, she’d go to him. Placing the beer on the coaster, she slid across his couch and into his lap.
“Thank you for tonight, Julian. It was the perfect Christmas Eve. It was the best one I’ve had in a long time.”
His body was screaming at him to place his hands all over her and explore.
Tori took the beer from his fingers and placed it on the other coaster. Placing her hand on the back of his neck, she slowly kissed him. Gently, sweetly and with nothing but adoration for a man that was trying so hard to be easy on her already battered heart and soul. It was obvious that he was continually protecting her, and it meant everything to her. No one had been her guardian in a while.
Deepening the kiss, she ran her fingers from his neck to the buttons of his shirt. The first two were easy, and then she stopped. “I want you Julian. Make love to me?” she whispered against his mouth.
Everything in the man roared to life. The woman touching him was making his heart pound in his chest. The scent of her perfume was driving Julian completely crazy. “Yes, Tori. I promise the answer will always be yes. I’ll always want you.”
Her heart lurched at the words. Julian was giving her a safe place to hide, and it was in his life. “Come to bed,” she whispered, standing and holding out her hand.
Julian would have followed her into the raging mouth of hell at that moment.
In the room she turned and began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. “I love your body, Julian,” she said, running her hands down his lean frame. He was corded with muscles in all the right places. Tori was accustomed to muscled men, the military had quite a few, but none of them compared to Julian. It wasn’t a body built by working out with weights. It was from horseback riding and a good deal of genetics. The man in front of her was sturdy, lean and incredibly sexy.
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