“What should I tell him?”
She leaned her head against his shoulder as she worked out the game plan. “Tell him I’m neck deep in bodies and working on an interview. That should buy me some time.”
Callen did what she asked. It was hard to concentrate as she rested against him. In fact, she was squirming in his lap. When he hit send, he glanced up. “Done.”
As if on cue, Ethan’s began beeping.
“Oh, come on!” she muttered.
Blackhawk read the screen. “It’s not Gabe. It’s our agents. They’re getting bored watching newsfeed about the case. They want to know what we need next.”
She thought about it. “I guess we could share some of our interviews tomorrow. Maybe we can give them Beston.”
They both looked at her.
“You’re going to give them our main suspect? After the last clusterfuck?” Callen asked.
Elizabeth cuddled against him. “Yeah, I am. They can’t be afraid to get back on the horse after falling off. If I don’t show them that I have faith in their skills, I may lose two good agents.”
Blackhawk agreed. “I think they can handle it. They’re really good at their jobs. They only made a little mistake.”
Callen shrugged. “Hey, you’re the boss.” He ran his lips across her shoulder.
Ethan could feel his body beginning to stir. Watching Elizabeth, as she sat in Callen’s lap, reminded him that he’d not had his mouth or hands on his woman in a while.
It had been too long.
“Besides,” she admitted. “We’re going to be busy tomorrow. We have Monroe to interview, Merry needs an escort to the river to hunt for evidence, and I have to kick the sheriff’s ass. I’m only one person.”
“We could divide and conquer,” Callen offered, his hands sliding up her torso and under her shirt.
Ethan licked his lips. “We have a shooter taking shots at us. We need to stick together.”
Elizabeth squirmed against Callen. His hands were now under her bra, tormenting her.
“We’ll take a nature hike, so dress in sneakers. Who knows how long that river is?”
Blackhawk couldn’t take it anymore. He placed his tablet on the table and stood. When Callen looked up at him, they shared a look. There were more pressing issues on his mind, and apparently, Callen’s too.
Elizabeth, just by being herself, was driving them crazy.
She saw it coming, and while she knew they should be working, Elizabeth couldn’t stop her body from reacting to the men. The second she landed in Callen’s lap, she knew what would be coming.
From the hungry look in Ethan’s eyes, Elizabeth knew it wasn’t going to be satiated by a pizza.
She was on the menu.
“Lyzee,” he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of her. “I love watching you in Callen’s arms.”
When Whitefox tweaked a nipple, she moaned.
Both men reacted to that simple sound.
It was like a mating call.
Callen began moving across her neck and jaw, tasting every inch he could reach. All the while, his hands kneaded, moved, and played with her very full breasts.
She gasped.
Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing the tiny shorts, he yanked them down, setting her free. While she was trapped against Callen, Ethan began the duty at hand.
It was time to feast on his woman.
Lowering his head to her body, he laid gentle kisses across Charlie. Then, he headed for the prize. The second the tip of his tongue touched her, she moaned.
God!
He loved how she responded to him.
“Ethan!” she gasped, as he devoured her.
Holding her legs open, as his brother touched and fondled her, Ethan devoured. He left not an inch of her ignored. With tongue and teeth, he teased and prodded her closer to the edge and her first orgasm.
She felt warm and dizzy as the two men in her life drove her wild. Callen’s hands were lighting her body on fire, as Ethan’s mouth made her breathless.
“You taste really good,” Callen whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait until you have Charlie. I can’t wait to drive myself into you so hard you beg.”
His words made her hotter.
Jesus! She was woman enough to admit that she missed the rougher sex Callen favored. With him, it was always an adventure. As of late, she’d been fantasizing about just that.
“Callen,” she whispered.
Ethan found her clitoris and ground down on it with his mouth.
She gasped in response.
“I want to fuck you so hard that your head spins,” Callen admitted, roughly palming her breasts. He could feel her vibrating against him, and it was an amazing feeling.
She wanted that.
There was nothing so amazing than being used by the men she loved. Alone, they were spectacular lovers. Together…they were explosive.
Ethan was desperate to hear her breathy moans, so he pushed her over. It sent Elizabeth falling into one hell of an orgasm. Her release flashed through her, shoving her off the edge as both men kept her braced for more.
She barely had time to catch her breath when she felt her body being shifted. Now, she was in Ethan’s lap, while Callen planned his wicked trek down her body.
If she could speak, Elizabeth would be begging for more.
Callen gave her no time to resurface. As his brother tore her tank top from her body, he dove in. She was swollen and wet with need. Using tongue and fingers, he drove her up and to the edge again.
Ethan purred in her ear. “You taste so damn good. I would feast on you all day long. I love hearing you moan.”
To have his hands and mouth on her, she’d give him anything he wanted. She’d sing an opera if that’s what it took. Ethan and Callen were damn good at what they did.
Orally, they were masters.
“Callen!” she gasped, as his fingers dipped deeply into her body. They found that one spot and teased her closer to release.
Ethan’s hands worked her breasts until she was so close to the edge.
“Oh God!” she whispered, trying to stay focused, but it was too much for her. Ethan’s erection ground against her ass as Callen’s mouth and hands did wicked things.
Just as she was struggling to breathe, Elizabeth heard the slide of a zipper.
She was about to get invaded.
With a flick of Callen’s tongue and fingers, she shook. The rush of pleasure overtook her, shoving her deep into the bliss of orgasm.
Once more, she was falling.
Then, she could feel Callen crawling up her body.
She knew what was coming, but it was just out of her reach. Suddenly, there was the nudge as the tip of him probed her body. His hands didn't relent, keeping her spread wide for what was coming. Ethan’s arms were wrapped around her body, anchoring her to him.
Elizabeth was trapped.
It was delicious.
Sinful.
Amazing.
Without warning, he invaded. There was the slow, thick slide of his erection claiming her. Callen buried himself so deep, Elizabeth didn't think she would ever be able to think straight again.
“Oh, angel, this is perfect,” he whispered, his mouth close to her other ear.
She shook. She wanted to move her hips, offering him more, but she was trapped. Callen covered her from above as Ethan braced her from below.
She was sandwiched between two sexy Natives.
“Ready, Elizabeth?” Callen asked, refusing to move.
She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. In all honesty, she didn't believe she’d make it long if she looked up at him.
Fingers worked over her nipples, sending quakes of electricity through her torso.
Ethan teased her earlobe.
It was too much.
Even before Callen moved, she slipped again.
Her body tightened down around his, trying to lure him to the edge. Callen fought valiantly, refusing to give up. “Oh, shit!
Elizabeth,” he muttered. “That’s so damn hot!”
She couldn’t see straight, and her only hope was neither could he.
When her muscles stopped, he began moving. In and out, he drove himself into her. Each time, the tip of his erection kissed deeply within her trembling body.
She moaned.
Groaned.
Pleaded.
Begged.
Callen gave all he had, as his brother held her in place. He was wild with need, but trying to take it easy. Neither man wanted to hurt her.
As he thrust into her body, over and over again, Elizabeth clung to the edge. “Please, Callen. Fill me,” she begged.
He focused on her face and the pleasure he found there. “I need more,” he stated.
Elizabeth ran her hands up his torso until they found his hair. “Harder, Callen. I want it harder. You won’t hurt us,” she promised.
His body shook as he began driving more forcefully into her. Her breathy gasps at each invading stroke drove both men mad. Just as he could feel his lower anatomy going rock hard, she yanked roughly, pulling on his hair.
The kiss of pain was enough to shove him over the edge.
Callen erupted, pouring hotly into the trapped woman beneath him. His body shook as he fought to stay upright.
Elizabeth held on. She fought the need to tumble, but it didn't matter. Ethan knew her body well. Just as Callen exploded, his hands brutally tormented her breasts, and his mouth found her neck. There, he left a bite.
Elizabeth fell.
Together, she and Callen tumbled.
She didn't have long to enjoy it. Her body was shifting, the world was rolling, and now she could hear another zipper sliding down.
It meant she was going to be riding her cowboy.
When she opened her eyes, she was still facing Callen. Only, he was grinning wickedly at her.
Then, she felt it.
Ethan lifted her and dropped her home.
Roughly, he was buried deep in her body.
She gasped.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
Elizabeth did what he asked. As he helped lift her, she began her ride. With each slid up, there was the torment of him leaving her body.
With each crash down, there was the pleasure of being taken.
Elizabeth wanted this to never stop.
Blackhawk could barely breathe. His wife was repeatedly burying him in her body. It felt so good, as he watched her ass bounce in his lap. With wandering fingers, he tormented and teased her.
She gasped. “Ethan!”
“Take it,” he whispered, refusing to stop. It was a rarity that her ass was all his. He was driving this sex filled fantasy.
Callen watched them copulate. He couldn’t help but get off on seeing his brother drive repeatedly into Elizabeth’s body.
It was hot.
With very eager fingers, he teased her from the front as Ethan tormented her from behind.
“Oh God!” she hissed, unsure if she was going to be able to hold on much longer.
“So amazing,” Ethan admitted, driving himself wild with the visual. “Keep riding, Elizabeth!” he ordered.
He never wanted this to stop.
She was breathless.
“I can’t,” she began.
Ethan didn't care. He wanted this. He needed this. If he didn't have her, he was going to lose his mind.
Using his one free hand, he grabbed her hip to force her down his erection. With a roughness not often found with him, he began driving his hips up, seeking her heat.
“I need to feel you fall,” he ordered. “Please me, Elizabeth!”
She did just that. With their hands destroying her control, Elizabeth let the pleasure overwhelm her. She gasped, eyes going wide before it pulled her under.
Ethan exploded, his body emptying into her in wave after wave of heat. Callen pulled her mouth down to his to swallow her shout of pleasure.
Together, the three rode out the bliss.
When Elizabeth could finally speak, she pulled away from the kiss.
“You two are dangerous.”
They both laughed.
Little did she know, they had no power, but Elizabeth Blackhawk absolutely did.
They were putty in her hands.
They were hers to use.
Ethan and Callen wanted nothing more than to belong to this woman for the rest of their lives—which was why the shooter had to be stopped.
No one could hurt their woman.
They wouldn’t let it happen.
* * *
Morgue
When Tony arrived there, they were all at dinner.
Normally, he didn't mind the silence of the morgue. You just got used to being around death, so that at one point, it stopped bothering you.
Until now.
At that moment, he was feeling the lack of human companionship. Maybe it was because he knew what was waiting for him.
Now, he needed to face his mother.
Heading to the drawer that had been previously secured, he found it unlocked. The team must have figured why bother. He already knew the horrible secret it held.
Inside was his mother.
Tony had to swallow the sickness, which was building up, and be a man—much like he had his entire childhood.
When his hand went to the handle, he noticed that a name had been taped to the door. The team was already giving her back her identity.
Tawny Rae Magnus
It both awed and damaged him at the same time. Here was the woman he believed to be a sinner, not a saint.
Life had a way of giving you wicked twists and turns to knock you off your feet. This had been one more in his long life of shocks and struggles. They began the day he woke to find she never came home. It was followed by his journey into the system, and then it would end with that moment.
This was the final chapter in his story.
Well, this story.
Hopefully, there would be more to come, just not as rocky.
Pulling the drawer open, he saw the pale sheet resting over her body. Beneath he knew what waited for him. This was something he’d done a million times, and it had never affected him like this. For this one time, it wouldn’t be another faceless victim staring back at him, but it would be his flesh and blood.
Okay, maybe just the bones, but that was just as hard to swallow.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the sheet back.
There laid the bones, and a reconstructed skull with his mother’s face.
Jaxon had been right.
She was beautiful.
Even kissed by death, she was still touched by brilliancy and life. Even in the cold hard clutches of something so horrible, she was still lovely.
She was his.
Now, he needed to begin the process of saying goodbye.
Gently, with shaking fingers, he lifted her skull. It was no longer attached to her body, time and the elements devouring all the membranes that once held her together.
For now, she was in pieces, just like the boy who lost her.
Inside, he had never felt so much sorrow.
He’d seen a lot, but this was so deeply profound that he never believed anything would touch him quite like this.
This was the end.
Turning her head in his hands, he was grateful that Jaxon was the one who gave his mother back her dignity. She had done a wonderful job. Considering she was working on someone who she didn't know, Jaxon nailed it.
There was the dent in her chin.
His fingers went to his own.
There was the fake hair she’d lovingly placed to give the woman dignity.
His fingers ran through his own.
Here was the person he was born from, and now she was nothing more than remains.
His heart quivered.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I wish you were still alive. I would give anything to have you here with me. I want you to know that everything I said, that I shouted to the universe, and
put out there…I didn't mean it.”
He used his sleeve to wipe his eyes.
“I suspected you were dead. All those years, I survived on the one hope that you didn't leave me. That was all I had to go on. I knew that you wouldn’t toss me away.”
Tony pulled a chair up and sat there beside her remains. One hand cradled the skull, the other rested on her bones. He wanted that one moment to just touch her and feel that connection of family and love.
“I am so sorry that he hurt you. I know that you had to suffer terribly. I can look at your bones and know that you were abused. I wish I was there to defend you. I would have fought him day and night to save you. I would have given you a better life.”
He couldn’t breathe. His heart was so filled with pain over what she suffered.
“I love you, Mom. I hope that wherever you are, you’re watching me and seeing how far I've come. It’s been a fight, but that’s life. You fought hard those twelve years all alone as you tried to raise me. Now, I’ll fight until we find who buried you.”
Chris stood in the doorway. His heart ached for the man he called brother and friend. No one should have to mourn the loss of their parent this way.
No one.
He let Tony continue, watching over him like family would.
“Elizabeth is going to find him. She promised me, and that means he’s in some serious shit. She’ll hunt him down to the ends of the earth. You have nothing to worry about now, Mom. You’ll have justice.”
Tony touched her clay cheek.
“I’m getting married, Mom. I found a great woman. She found you for me and gave you back your face. I wish you could be here for the wedding.”
He broke, his voice filling with pain.
“I wish you could just be here.”
Chris took that as his moment to move into the room. Going to his friend, he placed his hand on his shoulder. “She is here, Tony. I think you know that.”
He looked up, so much misery and pain in his eyes. “Chris, I don’t know how to do this. I’m a scientist. I don’t know how to believe past this hopeless pain.”
Chris took the skull from his hands and placed it on the table. Closing the drawer, he faced his friend. “How you’ll survive this, is by knowing you’re not alone. We have you, Tony. Like you told your mom, Elizabeth will find the killer. We’ll end his reign of terror once and for all.”
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