Dead Shall Speak (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 10)

by Morgan Kelley

  Callen raged around the room. “You could have been hurt! Are you insane?”

  Ethan continued laughing. It was nice to have someone else in the battle against his reckless wife.

  “Why is he laughing now?”

  He elaborated. “You missed watching our woman kick some ass. It was sexy as sin, and I don’t think we’ll have to worry about the deputies anymore. She leveled the one without having to break a sweat.”

  That didn't make him feel better, but Callen knew this was just who she was. While Elizabeth had accepted them with all their issues and faults, they had to do the same. It was only fair.

  “He was a man-child. It was easy.”

  “Elizabeth!” Callen stated, pointing at her baby bump.

  “I’m fine, I swear. When he tried to grab me, I didn’t really have much of a choice.”

  This was making Callen sick. “You better stop.”

  Elizabeth grinned, but before she could say anything, her phone began ringing. The number was blocked. “I have to take this,” she said, answering. “Elizabeth Blackhawk.”

  “Hey, boss. We’re safe.”

  She put Jagger on speaker. “What the hell took you so long?”

  “I had a tail leaving the last house. I started heading toward the coast and doubled back.”

  Ethan didn't like how dangerous this all sounded.

  “Did you get anything on them?”

  “Nothing but vehicle make and model. They were big black SUV’s. Escalades, I believe.”

  “How many?”

  “There were three at one point. I managed to lose them when Avalon and I went into a farmer’s market.”

  “How did you lose them?”

  “We allocated a car. Twenty minutes later, I dumped it and grabbed another.”

  Callen couldn’t believe it. They weren’t the least bit concerned that something illegal was going down. That spoke of how important Avalon was to the government.

  “Okay, and you made it now?”

  “Yeah, I did. I had to borrow another vehicle just outside of town. I’m afraid if I try and move again, we’ll get tagged.”

  She knew he would.

  “You’re going to have to pick us up at some point.”

  Yeah, she was well aware.

  “Lay low. I'm almost done here, and then I’ll head out and get you.”

  Neither man enjoyed hearing that. For a while, they forgot that they’d be going home without her. When this was all over, Elizabeth would be going out again on her own.

  From the sound of it, this was far more dangerous than they originally thought.

  “I can’t promise I can stay here. It’s risky.”

  She was well aware. “If I need to reach you, I’ll call the house line, and then hang up. Call me back, okay?”

  “Gotcha!”

  “Is she fine?”

  They all knew who Elizabeth was referring to.

  “Yeah, she’s calm now. It was touch and go for a little while. It’s handy having that built in alarm of hers.”

  “If you say so,” Elizabeth stated. It was more creepy than handy, if you asked her.

  “I have to admit that she freaks me out.”

  “Yeah, you’re not the only one. Just hang in there. I’ll be there before you know it to give you some spook free time.”

  “See you then.”

  The call cut off.

  Before either man could protest, she cut them off. “I let you in on that so you’d have an easier time with it. I don’t want you both to be worried. I’ll be fine. This is part of our jobs. It’s a risk I have to take.”

  Callen wasn’t convinced, and from the look on his brother’s face, neither was he. Yet, they said nothing.

  Elizabeth knew their time was very limited. So, she moved into Callen’s body and held out her hand to Ethan.

  “I love you both so much. I’ll find a way to keep in touch. I don’t want you to suffer like you did.”

  They wrapped themselves around her, nuzzling her neck and cheek. It was like they were trying to memorize the scent and feel of her, since the end was coming.

  “We have about an hour left. Do you want to skip eating and maybe roll around?”

  Callen grinned. “I’m in.”

  Ethan was definitely up for that. Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried their women to the bedroom.

  Yes, she was leaving, but they would make the memories while they still could. It would give them something to hold onto when they were alone and scared.

  It would warm them until she came back.

  They sat on the bed eating takeout. Tony Magnus loved watching his fiancée when she didn't realize that he was doing it. She always had a smile on her face and was so easy to get along with.

  Jaxon was his perfect choice for a partner. While his life was dark and dismal, she would light it up.

  He could already tell.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked, feeding him some of her chicken.

  “If you really meant what you said in the morgue.”

  “Refresh my memory. What exactly did I say?”

  He swallowed the food in his mouth before speaking. “I’m referring to the part about coming home with me to stay there. Are you really willing to give up your career for me?”

  She touched his cheek. “I’m not saying that once or twice a year I won’t take a dig assignment if one comes up, but I will commit to living with you, getting married, and possibly teaching at a local university.”

  A weight was lifted from his shoulders.

  “My whole life, all I wanted was someone who got me. I mean, Jagger and my mom understood, but I wanted a man who would look at me and see the real me.”

  He picked up her fingers and brought her knuckles to his lips.

  “See? That’s what I wanted. I found him, so I’m going to do what it takes to be with you, Tony. So yes, it was the truth.”

  “I love you, Jaxon. You’re amazing, and I’m fortunate to have found you.”

  She leaned in to kiss him. “Mmm hmmm,” she said, allowing his lips to move over hers.

  When he pulled her into his lap, she didn't put up a fight. Why would she? In his arms was where she belonged. As she fell into the mating of mouths, his hands wandered beneath her shirt. They teased her unmercifully.

  “Tony!” she whispered when his fingers found her nipples and tormented them.

  Without warning, he released her.

  She looked surprised.

  “Strip for me.”

  Her blood pressure shot up. Here, her sexy older fiancé was getting bossy in bed. She nearly melted into the hotel carpeting from the look in his eyes.

  She scampered from the bed to do what he wanted. With shaking fingers, she tried to unbutton her shirt.

  Tony watched her like she was prey. The slower she went, the wilder he became. There was nothing sexier than watching his woman disrobe for him.

  She was innocence and sweetness all rolled into one.

  And she was his.

  Each time she did this for him, there was a fear that he’d lose that look of love and wanting from his eyes. Yet, with each encounter, that never happened.

  If anything, he appeared to want her that much more.

  “More, my little minx, give me more,” he demanded.

  Jaxon did as he asked, stripping out of her shirt. When her fingers went to the top button of her pants, she waited for him to give her the okay.

  “I’m ready,” he stated, feasting on all the bare flesh housed beneath the sexy bra. “I want to see what’s hiding behind those pants,” he stated.

  She shook with anticipation.

  Jaxon loved when he lustily stared at her. It drove her temperature through the roof.

  “I’m waiting, Jaxon. Please me.”

  His own heart pounded at his words. In his life, there’d been many conquests, but none that mattered like this. She was all he could think about, and how she reacted to him in bed was so add
ictive.

  She dropped them, standing there in only her panties and bra.

  Tony was struggling to breathe.

  “Next,” he ordered, waiting until she reached behind her to set her breasts free.

  He realized he was starving—for her.

  When she hesitated briefly, he crossed to her. “What are you waiting for?” he asked.

  ‘This,’ she thought.

  Immediately, his mouth found her shoulders, and his hands slid around her ribs to cup her beneath the bra.

  Jaxon’s breath hissed from between her lips as her head dropped back to rest on his shoulder.

  “I asked you a question, my minx.”

  She could barely think straight. “I was waiting for you,” she replied.

  “For how long?”

  “All my life.”

  That pleased him. Pulling off her bra, he tossed it to the floor. Spinning her around, he stared down into her eyes. “I’m going to slowly devour you. I can’t wait to taste you, Jaxon.”

  She nearly moaned from his words.

  When he slipped his hand down the front of her panties, she shuddered in ecstasy.

  Tony allowed his fingers to dip and slide through the wetness, claiming her as his, and his alone. He found that one sensitive spot and strummed it.

  She shook.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her on her feet as his mouth and fingers tore her down.

  She moaned, running her hands wantonly through his black hair. As his body tightened against hers, Jaxon struggled not to shatter apart.

  The more she fought, the more he tried to break her down.

  Tony could feel her struggling to stay afloat. It only made him want to watch the pleasure overcome her even more.

  Pulling his mouth from hers, he demanded she take the tumble. “Now, Jaxon! Fall for me now!”

  She couldn’t hold out. His fingers were sliding across and deep into her, filling her body with so much need. On a gasp, she fell.

  Tony held her in his arms. When she sagged, he picked her up. Heading toward the bed, he prepared to taste his woman.

  Jaxon felt the room shifting and something soft beneath her. When she struggled to open her eyes, she found Tony kneeling beside the bed and already removing her panties.

  She knew what was coming, and it would likely be her.

  Repeatedly.

  When he didn't give her a second to breathe, but dove in, she wanted to scream in pleasure. True to his words, he was devouring her.

  Bit by bit, Jaxon was being consumed by the man between her legs.

  When he teased her with his tongue, she thought she saw fireworks.

  “Oh my God!” she hissed, back arching, body bowing as he drove her headlong into the pleasure.

  Tony didn't stop. He couldn’t.

  The way she tasted made him even hungrier for her.

  When she broke apart beneath his mouth, he lapped and teased even more.

  Jaxon loved what he did to her body. He was beyond amazing. This man knew her.

  As she floated back from the bliss, he continued to torment her. Just as the next wave of pleasure came, he stopped.

  She opened her eyes in anticipation.

  “Undress me, Jaxon,” he ordered.

  There was no hesitation, and it made him harder. As she moved toward him, completely naked, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

  She was poetry in motion.

  The lean curves drew his focus and the sexily tousled hair made him hot and bothered. He didn't think he could get harder, until she began removing his clothes.

  He was ready to break from the need.

  Jaxon stood in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt. When she pushed it off his shoulders, he saw the wicked glint in her eyes. His minx wanted to play.

  Tony reveled in it.

  Going to his buckle and belt, she began setting him free. When she went to stroke him with her hand, he stopped her.

  “Use your mouth, Jaxon.”

  She obeyed, dropping to her knees.

  He nearly died just from the visual. It still astounded him that he had this kind of power in their bedroom.

  Hungrily, she swallowed him, wanting nothing more than to show him the pleasure he gave her. She was still wild with lust, but she wanted Tony to be there with her.

  He was hard.

  Thick.

  Ready.

  Staring up at him, she released him. “May I use my hand too?”

  He nearly came from that alone.

  It took everything he had to find that last thread of control. “Yes, you may.”

  When she took him with her hand and mouth, he moaned in pleasure.

  “More,” he begged as she increased the pressure and sucking. If this went on much longer, he was screwed. Ironically, he was helpless to stop it. His body wanted her in the worst way.

  Once more, she obeyed.

  Jaxon would give him anything he asked for, as long as he always looked at her just like he was now. His eyes burned into her flesh as heat and lust shot through her.

  When she cupped him, he moaned even more.

  “Stop,” he warned, reaching his max. Anymore, and he’d lose it.

  She did what he asked.

  Stepping out of his clothes, he pointed at the bed. “Wait for me, Jaxon.”

  She crawled across the bed and sat, watching the sexy man before her. She longed to run her fingers through his chest hair as she licked at his erection. She wanted him back in her mouth where she could tear him apart like he did to her.

  Tony crossed to her, climbing onto the bed. When he rested against the pillows, he stroked himself, teasing her. “I think I want you on top,” he said.

  She licked her lips.

  “Or maybe I want you restrained below me. I love when you’re trapped.”

  Her heart skipped. Either way, she was going to be one happy woman.

  “Pick, minx.”

  “On top,” she answered without hesitation.

  Jaxon loved nothing more than watching him below her. She could control their lovemaking, sharing what he did to her.

  When she crawled up his body, reminiscent of a big cat, he wanted to weep in gratitude.

  She was his for the rest of their lives.

  She wasted no time sliding him home. Jaxon wanted to feel him buried in her body in the worst way. When his big sexy hands went to her hips, she knew she would practically melt at his touch.

  When she slid down his erection, he shook.

  “Jesus! Where have you been all my life?”

  She laughed, bracing her palms on his chest. “I’ve been out there searching for my sexy doctor.”

  With that, she rode him.

  She put her heart into it, giving Tony all she had to offer. She loved him more than anything in the world. There was no doubt in her mind that she would die for him.

  Jaxon, in a heartbeat, would offer up her life so he could live.

  He stared up into her eyes. “I love you.”

  She faltered, before catching her breath. He always caught her off guard. “I love you too.”

  Jaxon brought them both so much pleasure as she struggled to stay perched on the edge of the bliss. When she fell, she longed to have Tony tumble with her.

  “Oh Jaxy! I’m so close,” he muttered, as she slid him in and out of her body.

  “Tony!” she shouted, the first shimmer of orgasm rolling though her.

  When he felt her quake, he needed to take her. Rolling, he was able to ride it out as he drove himself deeply into Jaxon’s body.

  She gasped as he slammed in and out of her with a desperation that she’d never felt before. It called to her as she sunk deep within the pleasure.

  It didn't take him long.

  One stroke.

  Two.

  Before he knew it, his whole world ruptured apart around him.

  “Jaxon!”

  The light and colors flooded his senses as he fell into the bliss with he
r name on his lips. Nothing felt as amazing as tumbling with the woman he loved.

  Jaxon loved when he rested above her. There was something so amazing when it came to feeling safely housed under his strong frame.

  Gently, she stroked her fingers up and down his back, waiting for him to resurface.

  “Mmmmm,” he muttered. “I could stay like this for hours,” he admitted.

  She didn't mind in the least.

  “Okay.”

  Tony didn't move for a few more minutes. Then finally, he rolled bringing her with him. He loved when she would rest her head on his chest.

  Jaxon immediately began running her fingertips through the splattering of chest hair. “You feel really good.”

  He nuzzled her hair with his prickly chin. “I could say the same about you,” he offered, right before cupping her bare ass.

  “This is pretty awesome, isn’t it?” Jaxon inquired.

  He grinned wickedly as the sun began setting outside their room.

  “Yeah, Jaxy, it really is.”

  What they had was perfect.

  * * *

  Elizabeth found that she was incredibly edgy. She knew there were few options left, and she was going to have break down and make the call. It still didn't make her happy, but she needed to put on her big girl panties and get it done.

  “You look like you’re being held at gunpoint,” Ethan offered, pulling on his jeans.

  Elizabeth looked miserable.

  Apparently, rolling around naked with some sexy Natives didn't distract her enough.

  “Gabe.”

  His name said it all.

  Well, at least the negative energy wasn’t focused on them. She wasn’t complaining a few minutes ago.

  “I should just do it.”

  Callen was willing to take one for the team if need be. He’d never worked under Gabe, so his fear level was much lower. “Want me to do it for you?”

  She immediately went into his arms and kissed him. “You were always my favorite.”

  “Hey!” Blackhawk objected.

  Callen snorted. “I already knew that, but thank you for putting my big brother in his place.”

  They loved busting Ethan’s ass.

  He released her before handing her his phone. “Just do it.”

  Elizabeth dialed his private number, hoping that the man wouldn’t answer. When he did on the second ring, in full tirade, she held the phone from her ear.