All the King's Henchmen

by Morgan Kelley

  She moved closer, and he lapped the whipped cream from her breasts as he struggled to get his hands free.

  When he couldn’t, it only made him frustrated.

  Elizabeth moaned as he licked her nipples, teasing them to peaks.

  “Oh, Deputy Director,” she purred. “Your mouth is amazing.”

  He lifted his head and stared into her eyes.

  “Elizabeth, let me out. I’m done playing.”

  She paused.

  “What?”

  “Let me out now. I’m done playing.”

  Her heart skipped.

  “Really?” she asked. “You want to be set free?”

  “Rumpelstiltskin.”

  That was their safe word. It was their game changer. Once that word was said, it was done.

  Only, no one had EVER used it before.

  EVER.

  Not her.

  Not Callen.

  Not Ethan.

  She actually blinked in surprise.

  “Okay,” she said, not sure what she’d done wrong. They were just having a normal—okay, not normal—but their sexual fun.

  She grabbed the key and set him free.

  First one hand, and then the other.

  “I’m sorry if I crossed a line,” she said, starting to get worried. He wasn’t speaking.

  “I’m sorry too,” he said.

  “For?”

  “This,” he said, right before he dove onto her slamming her body onto the floor. She was dazed at first, and then he drove into her with such force, it stole her breath.

  He was three days past hard.

  Ethan was going to die if he didn’t get off.

  She moaned as he kept her trapped on the floor. As of late, their lovemaking had been wilder.

  More desperate.

  This was no different.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he said, his hips thrusting into her, burying his erection in that wet warmth.

  Ethan wouldn’t let her up. While she was strong, he weighed more. He used that to keep her trapped.

  “You’re mine,” he said, caging her hands above her head. With his free hands, he slapped her breasts.

  She moaned.

  “God! The things I want to do to you,” he muttered, pulling out of her body, and rolling her over so he was in the perfect rutting position.

  All night, she’d teased, and now, he was going to get off. Ethan needed it more than breathing.

  He had her by the hair.

  “Beg. You wanted the Deputy Director, and I want you to beg, Miss Kitty.”

  He slapped her hard on the ass. It left a handprint and it made him hornier.

  God!

  He was going to die if he didn’t quench that need. It was consuming him. His wife was making him so wild. Next, he’d make the limo driver stop so he could take her on the hood of their car.

  He was that far gone.

  “NOW!”

  He was so loud that the driver’s voice came over the speaker.

  “Sir, are you okay?” he asked.

  His hand was over her mouth, and his dick was poised to strike. With perfect precision, he drove into her and answered.

  “Yes! I’m fucking my wife!”

  Well, that ended that.

  Ethan took her from behind, leaving bites across her shoulder.

  “I could fuck you for days,” he muttered, holding onto her hair. With it, he pulled her up, so she was on her knees. “You make me crazy,” he said, staring down between their bodies at the wetness coating his dick.

  Yeah, someone was having fun too. She was so wet, and it gave him that feeling in his belly that he could do that to her.

  He could make her wet and horny.

  His balls tightened.

  “Cum for me!” he ordered, yanking her head to the side as her body began shaking. He reached around and whispered in her ear.

  “He’s listening. You know he is,” he admitted, meaning the driver.

  She came.

  Elizabeth had the largest orgasm of her life, and she wasn’t the only one. Ethan couldn’t handle it. The hour of torment, the four times she’d blown him nearly to cumming, and now this.

  He was only human.

  A dirty.

  Perverted.

  HUMAN.

  Her orgasm made his follow, and he came, moaning so loudly, uncaring if anyone heard him.

  His wife was his wife, and he was going to enjoy her.

  As he fell back, she went with him, and they were both staring up at the ceiling.

  “Well, you’re an animal,” she stated.

  He laughed.

  What more could he do? They’d both proved that you didn’t stop getting horny in your twenties. The mid-forties were still damn impressive.

  “Thank you,” he stated. “I try.”

  “You know he’s going to tell everyone you’re a fiend.”

  Oh, he didn’t care.

  Ethan ran his hand over some whipped cream on the side of her breast, and then licked it off his finger.

  “I think that had hair on it.”

  She laughed.

  “Well, my tits were on the floor a few minutes ago, so hair is the LEAST of your issues.”

  She rolled to her side and cuddled him.

  “I love you.”

  His heart skipped.

  “Oh, Lyzee, I love you too. Thank you for tonight and thank you for making me so crazy that I’ve just told the driver that I was boning you.”

  “Well, in your defense, he would have heard me scream. So, you’re off of the hook.”

  Ethan gave her a kiss.

  “We need to get dressed. Oh, and you need to tell him that we can head home.”

  She laughed.

  “Oh, no, Director. You get to tell him. You’re the pervert. I was the innocent one.”

  He snorted.

  Reaching up, he hit the intercom speaker button.

  “Uh, yes, sir?” he asked.

  “Home please.”

  Elizabeth laughed the whole time. How could she not? Ethan was flushed red, and that was a sight.

  She giggled.

  “We are a mess.”

  He was aware. Only, they couldn’t get out of a limo like this.

  “Did you bring us…?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then we put ourselves together the best we can, I guess.”

  She let her hair down, and he played with a sexy long curl. It wrapped around his finger.

  “You were the sexiest woman there. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

  “Or your hands, your mouth, and your dick.”

  He grinned.

  “When Callen’s away, someone has to up the pervert factor,” he teased.

  Oh, she was aware.

  As they got closer to home, her ruined dress was on the floor of the limo, and they had a dilemma.

  She was naked.

  As in the only things on her body were her wedding rings and the necklaces around her neck.

  Oh, and her strappy heels.

  She’d left them intact because…well, she was sadistic when she wanted to torment him.

  Slipping out of his shirt, he passed it off to his wife. It had seen better days. There was lipstick on the collar and fluids that would make a crime tech giddy with glee.

  Now he was shirtless, wearing only his tux jacket, and she was sexily tousled. There was nothing hotter than a post-coitus disheveled wife.

  It got his juices flowing all over again.

  He couldn’t help it. She looked like some sexed up starlet with her body covered in his tuxedo shirt, long smooth legs, and heels.

  “It is like I’m channeling Callen,” he teased.

  That made her laugh as he helped her button his shirt. It didn’t take long. As he zipped his fly, she grabbed the props in an effort to clean up the carnage.

  They went into her tawdry bag of tricks.

  Cuffs.

  Leather G-string.


  Whipped cream.

  Then she took it out again and squirted it in her mouth. She saw him watching her.

  “WHAT? I told you I was hungry.”

  He patted the seat next to him, and she joined him. Together, they took turns shooting whipped cream into their mouths.

  “Mmmmm. It was better on your tits,” he said, licking some off of the corner of her mouth.

  “Well, of course. Everything is better on breasts. That’s a no-brainer.”

  It made him laugh.

  His wife had an astounding effect on him. It looked like tonight, he wouldn’t have to meditate. He was so calm, and it was likely because of her.

  Nothing was going to rile him up.

  NOTHING.

  Holy shit!

  His life got better each damn day, and it was all because of her. Elizabeth was his drug.

  “Callen is going to be jealous,” Ethan stated. “It looks like I rocked someone’s world.”

  She watched his long fingers slide up her bare leg.

  It gave her the chills.

  “Mr. Blackhawk, let him be. Tonight is an example of how you thoroughly sex up your wife. Way to knock it out of the park. I’m not even irritated anymore. You took my mind off of everything but you. Thanks for being my sexy plaything.”

  Oh, any damn day.

  He grinned as she checked out his tattoos beneath the tuxedo jacket. Blackhawk watched her eyes wander, and he couldn’t blame her.

  He was focused on her body too.

  That she could make him want her again, after what they had just done…yeah, she was a witch.

  He was under her spell.

  “I do like to do it right.”

  She laughed.

  “Oh, this limo…it needs to be sterilized. You had better tell the driver to get it detailed.”

  He snorted.

  “Oh, I think I’ll send that message by text once we are safely inside. I don’t think I can look him in the eyes, and if he checks you out in my shirt, I’ll remove his eyes.”

  “Sexy.”

  He laughed.

  When the limo came to a stop, there was a knock on the door.

  “Oh, please let that be Wilcox,” Elizabeth muttered, knowing that the man was going to shit a religious brick when he saw her.

  Funny, Ethan was thinking the same thing.

  Not the driver.

  Not the driver.

  Not the…

  She saw a big man moving past the tinted-out windows, and it made her smile.

  While he didn’t ride her ass about fornication, it seemed to embarrass the hell out of him.

  Well, sue her. She was married to this sexy devil. She’d ride the director in the middle of a public street if so inclined.

  She couldn’t help herself.

  She was feeling handsy.

  “Behave, Elizabeth.”

  “That’s not what you were saying when you were ordering me to beg you to stick your dick in me,” she stated as he reached for the door.

  She had a point.

  “Okay, have fun.”

  She laughed.

  “Oh, I’ve been a very good girl.”

  He stopped.

  “Really?”

  “Okay, I was a raunchy hussy, and you love me that way, so what’s your point?”

  Blackhawk kissed her on the tip of her nose.

  “Very true. Carry on.”

  When Ethan unlocked the door, it opened, and unfortunately, it wasn’t Wilcox.

  He was smart.

  The man knew when to avoid. She was always much wickeder after one of her husbands had their way with her.

  Instead, it was Ethan’s other security guy, Johnny. The man was laid-back and chill, and he didn’t say much. He was a man of action, and few words.

  “Hey, Mrs. Blackhawk. Nice dress,” he stated, offering her his hand.

  She took it as he helped her out into the warm night air.

  “Hello, Johnny. I didn’t ding up the director. He’s safe. Don’t run a black light over him. You’ll get grossed out.”

  The man laughed.

  “He’s asked that we let you ding him up as much as possible when you’re alone, so we’re following his orders,” he said as Ethan got out next.

  “Hell, yes, I did,” Blackhawk stated, wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist. While he didn’t mind having security around them, the man was still a man. Elizabeth was barely dressed. He wasn’t going to let that fantasy happen.

  “Do you need help getting in?” he asked.

  “No, he has perfect aim. Oh, you meant the house,” she teased as Ethan slapped her on the ass.

  “No, we’re good.”

  Ethan handed Johnny a huge tip.

  “PLEASE give this to Mark and convey to him that I was drunk.”

  “Uh, sir, you don’t look drunk.”

  Elizabeth went to say something, and he covered her mouth.

  “TELL HIM I’M VERY DRUNK.”

  He finally got it.

  “She’s a screamer, huh?”

  Elizabeth went to protest, but he stopped her.

  Johnny took that as his cue to change the subject—fast.

  “After that, sir, I’m going to do some security things, and be ready for the rest of the night. Wilcox is off duty, and Ivan won’t be on until you have to leave tomorrow, ma’am.”

  “Thank you,” she mumbled into his hand, ignoring the ma’am part. She was so lax and calm, he could call her anything. She was in a damn good mood.

  “Night,” Ethan stated, moving his wife toward the house where they could get inside.

  “I’m the screamer?” she asked when he was out of earshot.

  “There will be something extra shiny waiting for you tomorrow night,” he offered. “My girl needs a new belt buckle. I saw one with a gun on it…”

  “Sold. I’m easy. You know I’m down with that.”

  Oh, he was aware.

  Inside the house, they found that it was silent.

  There was NO ONE moving around.

  “Dad must have wrangled the Natives into bed,” Ethan stated as they locked up behind them.

  Elizabeth grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and handed one to her husband.

  “Hydrate, Mr. Blackhawk. You lost lots of fluids.”

  He snorted.

  “I can see them from here.”

  She gave him a kiss.

  “Oh, Mrs. Blackhawk, I love you so damn much,” he muttered. “You are the only woman in the world that can make me this happy.”

  She loved him too.

  “Want to crawl into bed?” she asked. “But first, we should check on the tribe.”

  That was always a pleasant thing. There was nothing sweeter than sleeping children. Offering his wife his hand, they crossed the large house and headed upstairs to traverse from room to room.

  In the first one, they found EJ and CJ in bed. While all the kids had their own rooms, some of them liked to pair up. EJ and CJ were only a year apart, much like Ethan and Callen. They tended to flock together.

  The boys were thicker than thieves.

  EJ was flipped upside down, his feet in his brother’s face.

  “Ah, I recall that position well,” Ethan stated. “Callen and I used to wake-up like this. Thank God he doesn’t do that now,” Ethan stated.

  “Would I be closer to his junk if he did?” she teased.

  He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Reverse Indian. Sexy,” he whispered.

  It took all she had not to laugh and wake the boys up. Instead, she kissed both of them and tucked them in. They cuddled down in their blankets and were so darn sweet.

  It was amazing how innocent they looked asleep, but hellion-ish when they were awake.

  “I love you both,” she said.

  Ethan kissed them, too, and they headed out of the room to get to the next little one.

  Next, they found Christopher Anthony curled up in his bed. One of their dogs li
fted his big head to check out who was coming into the room. His fluffy tail thumped in greeting.

  Elizabeth kissed her son and then gave the dog a kiss, too, since they were her fur babies.

  “Kanje, you stay with Christopher Anthony.”

  He listened and lowered his head back to the bed beside the child.

  Ethan followed suit, giving his brother’s son a kiss and tucking him into his bed.

  They left the door open a crack in case the dog needed to head out. He liked to patrol, and one awoken child meant a whole houseful of them.

  In the next room, they found Cat in her bed, a book beside her. Ethan closed it as Elizabeth kissed her.

  She opened her eyes.

  “You’re late.”

  This child always amused her.

  “Yes, Mom, we are, but we’re allowed to come in after eleven. Now, you go back to sleep,” she said, and the little girl did just that.

  Cat rolled over and cuddled in her blankets.

  They headed out, making one last stop. In Charlie’s room, they found her and Bethe out cold. They were buried in stuffed animals and curled around each other.

  It was sweet.

  Their natives liked big piles of bodies.

  It was comforting to them, and these two were the best of friends and sisters.

  Maybe not in blood, but by choice.

  They were each kissed, tucked in, and freed from the stuffed bear trap.

  When Ethan closed the door, he couldn’t help but love the woman beside him. Their children were healthy, happy, and perfect.

  She balanced it all, and he couldn’t be prouder of her.

  “We did a good job.”

  She smiled.

  “Yep. I kinda wish we had more children. They’re only young for a short time.”

  He laughed.

  “Someone’s definitely been drinking, or the sex really mellowed you out. Remember getting up every two hours? I do. Oh, wait, that’s because you didn’t have to get up.”

  She laughed.

  “I had to give birth. We could have traded.”

  Pass.

  He saw that happen, and he was no one’s hero to even put that out there.

  No.

  Way.

  “Want to head to bed?” Elizabeth asked, taking his hand in hers.

  Oh, he was ready.

  Heading into the master suite, they found Chris lying in bed, reading a book. When they entered, he glanced up.

  “Hey! How was your night?” he asked, not really needing to know. Elizabeth was not in the same state as when she left, her hair was down, and her makeup was smeared.