All the King's Henchmen

by Morgan Kelley

  Ethan was forced to sit there as his wife went into Callen’s body, and his brother made love to her mouth. He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it felt like he had been gawking at them for a while.

  When she dropped to her knees, he wanted to be free of his own clothes, but he couldn’t move. Ethan was mesmerized at how she stroked his brother.

  He was big, straight, and rock-hard.

  Ethan watched as she worshiped his erection—like only a wife could.

  She knew his body.

  God!

  They all knew each other so damn well.

  “Elizabeth,” Callen muttered, as her mouth worked over his dick with enthusiasm. He stared down at her as she licked him, and then used her lips to drive him to delirium.

  Then he glanced over at Ethan.

  Those blue-black eyes were filled with such lust and need. Ethan was breathing heavily as he had no choice but to silently stare as Elizabeth was blowing Callen.

  “You’re next,” he said.

  “I can’t wait to feel you both touch me,” Ethan stated, almost desperately.

  It made Callen harder.

  Maybe it was Elizabeth’s mouth working his erection hard, or maybe it was Ethan’s words.

  All Callen knew was he couldn’t wait either.

  Before he knew it, there was that audible pop of her mouth setting him free.

  “Someone needs my attention. I was a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished,” she purred.

  Oh, both men were down with that.

  There was no way they’d ever tell a horny wife no. It just wasn’t going to happen. The potential pleasure would be staggering, and they both knew it.

  Elizabeth crawled on her knees toward Ethan. She knew both men were tracking her. She could feel their eyes burning into her.

  It made her incredibly wet.

  “There’s nothing sexier than a Native man with a hard-on,” she stated, reaching his lap. As she crawled across it, she stared into his eyes.

  “I’ve been a bad wife. Spank me.”

  He swallowed.

  Elizabeth couldn’t miss his Adam’s apple as it bobbed in his throat. It was sexy.

  “Elizabeth.”

  “Put your hands on me,” she purred, resting across his lap.

  Both men stared at her ass.

  “Please spank her,” Callen muttered, as somehow, his wife managed to make him even harder without touching him. Her skill was definitely off the charts.

  Ethan’s hand itched.

  Oh, God help him, but he wanted to do just that.

  She wiggled her ass, and it was all he could handle. His hand landed sharply on her derrière.

  Elizabeth gasped.

  Both men moaned.

  “I promise to be a good girl.”

  His hand landed again.

  “I promise never to disrespect my husband again.”

  His balls ached.

  Ethan’s whole body was tied into one giant knot. Her words wound him up, and he didn’t doubt she knew it. During sex, there was no doubt who had all of the power.

  Her.

  Always her.

  His hand landed again.

  “Oh, Director Blackhawk,” she purred, “what can I do to make it up to you?”

  God!

  He needed her mouth on his body.

  Before he could even say a word, Callen moved. He was beside his brother, taking his face in his hands. His hair rained down on them all and sent a collective chill through his body.

  “Blow him,” Callen stated, his mouth covering his again.

  He kissed him, as they both heard the hiss of his zipper being lowered. Then there was that gasp as her mouth found him, and her hand found Callen.

  They both moaned in pleasure as Callen broke the kiss.

  Elizabeth didn’t hesitate to drive them insane. She pulled his erection from his dress pants and teased him with her mouth.

  Ethan closed his eyes.

  He couldn’t handle it.

  His body was shaking, his brother’s hands were in his hair, and there was the decadent slide of Callen’s own silky strands slipping across his body.

  It was overload.

  Then he felt a mouth on his neck again, and he tipped his head to give his brother access to his throat.

  There were warm kisses left there, as there was the sound of mouth on dick.

  Ethan let himself float.

  It was unbelievably pleasurable.

  As Elizabeth worked him hard, Callen let his mouth trail lower finding Ethan’s nipples. He left kisses there, too, as his hands ran over the raven tattoo.

  Ethan moaned.

  “Not going to last long,” he muttered, opening his eyes. It nearly made him cum to see both of their heads practically in his lap.

  Elizabeth set him free.

  She was so wet she needed to find some relief riding his dick. If she didn’t get off, she was going to die. Watching Callen touch his brother—even innocently—was enough to drive her insane.

  Climbing up his body, she found herself perched over his dick.

  “Please,” he begged.

  She slid him home.

  “Give me a second,” he begged, holding her completely still so he didn’t cum.

  Callen knew what he wanted.

  Both of them.

  Getting behind Elizabeth, he spit on his hand. Yeah, he was going to take them both for a ride.

  When he nudged her, she gasped, or maybe that was Ethan. It was so hard to tell. They were all pressed together, sharing her space.

  “Oh God!” Ethan moaned, as his brother slowly drove himself into her body. They were dick to dick, housed in the woman they loved.

  His body shook.

  Ethan focused on her breasts and the pebbled nipples. If he didn’t, he was done. If he thought about them all as one, he was going to go over the edge without her even moving.

  “I need a second,” he begged.

  Only, Callen needed to feel.

  He began moving, his body moving against hers, forcing hers to move against his.

  They were one.

  Elizabeth was pressed to Ethan, so she kissed him to help him out. He was throbbing in her, and she could feel it. That glide across her clit was making it damn hard to hold on too.

  Ethan struggled as she rode him, thanks to his brother driving in and out of her ass. Her body felt like a glove wrapped around his dick.

  Jesus!

  He was so out of control.

  As Callen fucked, Ethan barely held on. When her mouth was torn from his, he whimpered in pleasure.

  “I can’t,” he begged.

  Callen could feel him throbbing, and he could see the goose bumps across all of their bodies.

  He drove into her even harder, pulling a shout of pleasure from her, and a moan from Ethan.

  “CUM!” Callen ordered, his own body betraying him. His brother’s hand was on his hips as they caged Elizabeth between them.

  He felt the orgasm looming as Elizabeth ruptured apart. His mouth sought not hers, but his.

  In the kiss, that hot, wet, tangle of tongues, Ethan lost control. His body betrayed him, and he came so hard.

  Callen too.

  They both poured into her, their bodies emptying in wave after wave of pleasure.

  Ethan couldn’t move.

  Literally.

  He was crushed into the couch, but he could feel both of them touching him. Elizabeth nuzzled him, and Callen’s fingers were in his hair at the back of his head.

  Holy fuck!

  Blackhawk opened his eyes to find his brother watching him. He knew why. They’d crossed more lines, and he was waiting to see his reaction.

  He smiled.

  “I love my spouses.”

  That was all he had to say.

  Callen disengaged himself from them and dropped to the couch. Elizabeth followed, pulling Ethan with her. On that luxurious couch, two naked people and one still semi-dressed, cuddled.

/>   “I love you both so much,” Ethan stated, fully comfortable with the two people beneath him.

  “I have never been hornier in my life,” Elizabeth muttered. “When women say, what woman wants two husbands? I only wish I could share this moment.”

  They laughed.

  “God! I won the freaking lottery,” she admitted.

  Yeah, and so did they.

  “Food and bed?” Callen asked as he played with some of her hair.

  “Yes, bed. I can do bed. I really can be done in bed too.”

  Ethan lifted his head from her back and smiled.

  “I can live without food.”

  Callen was thinking the same thing.

  “Chinese is better cold. How about we all get naked and do it again?”

  Well, they were naked, so that meant one thing.

  Ethan pushed himself off of their bodies and pulled off his dress shirt.

  They both watched him walk toward the bedroom.

  “Coming?” he asked, glancing back at both of them.

  Yes, yes, they would be.

  All.

  Over.

  Again.

  Chapter Ten

  Wednesday Morning

  Fort Whitefox-Blackhawk

  C hristopher Leonard was back to being fully recharged. He’d gotten a text from Callen the previous night saying they were going to be at a hotel for the night, and he knew what that meant. They wanted some private time.

  He was good with that.

  Honestly, Chris understood. For him, the sex boat had sailed, and he’d had his physical time with Elizabeth. Now, it was more about that emotional attachment, and how he couldn’t risk her.

  The cost?

  It was way too high.

  Did he want her?

  Always.

  He’d never stopped—even when she walked out of his life all those years ago on that fateful, horrible day, he still ached for what they’d had.

  Only, rational Chris knew that he couldn’t take a chance like that. There were too many people counting on him. Plus, Ethan and Callen had laid down the law. While he could have her. He couldn’t HAVE her.

  That was all good.

  Being part of her life was more than enough. At this point, he couldn’t even bring himself to jerk off. There was still that fear that someone could get sick.

  Was it crazy?

  Yes.

  As a doctor, he knew it. As a medical professional, he knew all about the meds, the issues, and what could and couldn’t happen. As someone who loved her, and wanted her safe…

  He wouldn’t risk it.

  Period.

  So here he was, cuddled up in their bed, missing them. Chris could smell the scent of Callen’s cologne on one pillow, Ethan’s on another, and then Elizabeth on his.

  It was cathartic.

  Rolling over, he turned the television on to catch up on the day’s events. He was likely going to be up to his elbows in training and a dead hooker.

  His day was going to be long.

  Only, he wasn’t thinking about that.

  No.

  The second he saw the scrolling information on the news, his heart began thumping.

  It took Chris a second.

  He had to read it twice.

  Oh, the shit had just hit the fan.

  This was bad.

  THIS WAS DIRE.

  Picking up his phone, he made a call. Out of all of the bad things that could happen, this was number one with a bullet.

  And it was aimed at them.

  She moaned when someone’s phone rang. That was the worst part about being a Fed. Someone was always calling before the ass crack of dawn.

  Thank God it was Ethan’s phone. The circus on the other end was not her issue.

  “It’s Gabe,” he muttered, hearing the funeral dirge that he’d jokingly put on his phone as his ringtone. It pretty much stated what happened whenever he called him.

  That was work phone to work phone.

  There would be no pleasantries.

  “Let him leave a message,” Callen stated. “We’re busy,” he said, his body tired and sore from a night of wild fornication. They’d made love, twice, had cold Chinese, and then at some time in the night, someone touched his dick, and it woke him up.

  Again.

  When he dared to open his eyes, their wife was staring down at both men, stroking them, and ready for more sex.

  Well, who were they to say no to that?

  They didn’t.

  Now they were going to pay for it since Gabe had to freaking call and ruin their sleep.

  Ethan let it go to voicemail.

  “It’s barely six,” he muttered. “My dick hurts. I don’t think my dick has ever hurt before.”

  She laughed.

  “It hurt me good,” she said, as her phone began ringing right after his stopped. It was creepy scientist music.

  “Jesus, it’s Chris,” Callen stated. “Does NO ONE sleep?” he asked.

  She rolled over Callen, and his morning wood, to grab the phone from the nightstand. While they’d blow off Gabe before six, they wouldn’t blow off Chris—ever.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, barely awake.

  “Turn on the news!”

  “Chris.”

  “Hurry!”

  “What?” she asked, sitting up. “Why do I want to watch the news?”

  “Honey, turn on the news. Go to channel fifty-three. We have a huge problem!”

  She reached for the remote as the men both sat up. The second it was on, they saw the headline.

  Oh.

  Holy.

  Fuck nuts.

  Problem was an understatement of mass proportions. This was a disaster.

  ‘President Damian Dean has been reported to be deceased. Again, we are breaking this news and working to substantiate it. Director Elizabeth Blackhawk has been named as the investigator, and she has yet to reply to our request for verification. With her heading the case, that must mean that something nefarious has happened to him. She is best known as someone who investigates serial homicides. Has the president been murdered?’

  They flipped the channel.

  It got worse.

  ‘President Damian Dean has been rumored to be dead, and no one in the FBI is answering questions regarding him missing from the public eye the last few days. The last time he was seen was on Sunday night at his annual party. In other news, we have learned that a hooker has been found bludgeoned to death with a metal baton and is linked to the president’s death. Was he caught with her? We are still trying to verify that.’

  Oh, yeah,

  This was far worse.

  They all stared at the television as the reporters took turns commentating on what could have possibly happened. There was nothing but horror on all of their faces as reality dawned.

  They.

  Were.

  Dead.

  “Oh, sweet baby Jesus floating down the river in a handwoven basket.”

  “Moses,” Chris said over the phone. “Jesus was in a manger, Moses took the boat ride.”

  She didn’t care.

  They were all…

  “Oh, we are screwed,” Callen stated. “Someone leaked it to the media, and we are officially going to be strung up, tarred, and feathered in the court of public opinion.”

  Yep.

  That about summed it up. Sadly, the writer in the group was not dramatically exaggerating for once. He had nailed this one on the head.

  This was the definition of shitfest, and she was the ringleader of this shitshow.

  She dropped back onto the bed and pulled the pillow over her head to hide, ignoring Chris on the phone.

  She.

  Was.

  Dead.

  Ethan’s phone rang, and it was Gabe…again. Wisely, Ethan didn’t let it go to voicemail. He took the call.

  “What the bloody hell?” Gabe shouted into the phone as soon as it was answered. “What have you done?”

  He
was so loud that Ethan had to pull it back from her ear to save his eardrum.

  “You have a leak!”

  Yeah, gee, thanks for that. It was a no-brainer. They were aware.

  “Get your asses to the office. I want you in Autopsy One in thirty minutes. This is NOT what I want to wake-up to, Ethan. The vice president is on a tear. We fucked this up! Now you and your wife will clean it up!”

  The line went dead before he could even say a single thing about the case—or how Gabe was supposed to be his partner and really shouldn’t be screaming at him like he was a minion.

  He’d address that later.

  Ethan took Elizabeth’s phone and picked it up.

  “Chris?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Gabe just called. He wants us in the morgue in thirty. Get to the office. Be ready. We’re all dead.”

  “Just what we needed.”

  Yeah, because life wasn’t exciting enough when you had people gunning for you, shooting at you, or just trying to kill you to satisfy their sick craving for carnage.

  Now they had this.

  Well, so much for protecting Elizabeth from the mess. She was now in the media spotlight. If she dropped the ball, or so much as stepped out of line, she’d be done. They would judge her and crucify her if they even smelled a cover-up.

  This was a nightmare.

  There wouldn’t be a place she could go without being reminded she couldn’t find the president’s killer. Failure was not an option at this point.

  The cat was out of the bag.

  Yeah, this was bad.

  “Be ready,” he told Chris. “I need you to make sure everything is done to the letter of the law. I need to make sure your staff is exemplary.”

  “They always are, Ethan.”

  “I know, Chris. I know. Just double check everything for me, please?”

  “On it.”

  Then he hung up.

  “Come on,” Ethan stated, getting out of bed. His dick wasn’t the only thing that was going to hurt today.

  He fully expected an ass chewing.

  “Thanks for the night of really hot sex. I’ll remember it when he sends you both to freaking Antarctica and then kills me,” Blackhawk muttered.

  They knew he wasn’t kidding.

  They’d been screwed before.