All the King's Henchmen

by Morgan Kelley

  Each wooden table had one gun and one badge.

  It felt homey.

  He’d never felt that outside of living at home with his mother. Now he was staying with the Blackhawks until he could find his own place.

  “Max?”

  He’d been daydreaming and focused on her.

  Harmony stripped.

  He could barely remove his clothes. His fingers wouldn’t work. She must have noticed.

  “Let me help you,” she offered.

  As she stood in front of him in only panties, his heart thundered. Then she touched him.

  She undid his shirt, his belt, and then his pants.

  Before he knew it, they were both in only their underwear. It was sexy.

  His eyes tracked up and down her body, settling on her breasts. They were his favorite part. While he enjoyed every part of her, Harmony’s breasts were amazing.

  His hands slid up her waist, and he cupped them in the palms of his hands.

  “I’m a breast man.”

  She smiled.

  “You don’t say?”

  Yeah, clearly, he’d spent a lot of time focused on them if she was already aware.

  “I have never wanted anyone like this.”

  Her breath hitched.

  His words rocked her world.

  Max had a way of driving her wild with just a look, a sweet word, or a grin. He was a man of very few words. His face said it all.

  She was blessed to have him in her life, and she knew it. Harmony couldn’t help but be thrilled.

  “I want you, too, Max.”

  He went on autopilot. He knew how to please a woman, and he’d forever want that with Harmony.

  He tugged her onto the bed, and she tumbled against him. As she fell, Harmony found herself wrapped safely in his arms.

  There was no place she’d rather be.

  “Oh, Max,” she whispered.

  The sparse spattering of chest hair tickled her breasts and made her wet. When he cupped her ass to hold her to him, she never wanted him to let go.

  “Yesterday and today have been amazing. You feel nice,” she offered, rubbing her leg against him.

  “Has it been? Well, I want to make you happy.”

  “I know what really makes me happy,” Harmony said, her hands already wandering.

  “What?”

  “I love being beneath you.”

  “Well then,” he stated, rolling until she was trapped under his bigger frame.

  There was that joy and pleasure.

  When his mouth found her breast, she gasped in a mix of lust and need.

  “Oh, Max! Yes!”

  He couldn’t stop as he went from breast to breast, fulfilling that need.

  Max lit her body on fire with wet, warm kisses. They ignited something in her that only he could bring out. She moaned in pleasure as the heat began building.

  “Oh, Max!” she whispered, her whole body bowing.

  “No one will hurt you again,” he vowed. “I’ll keep you safe, Harmony.”

  That made her feel so light.

  As she floated with those tender promises, his other hand wandered down her body to tease her between her legs. He found her incredibly wet.

  “I can’t wait to be buried in your body,” he admitted, knowing that there was nothing better than them connected as one.

  “Yes! Please,” she whispered as he stroked and teased with his fingers beneath her panties. His mouth was tormenting her breasts, and she couldn’t believe the pleasure.

  “MAX!”

  He moaned. The wetness slicked his fingers and the heat made him rock-hard.

  She was ready.

  “When we cum together, Harmony, I want you on top so I can watch you,” he admitted.

  Yes, he wanted to watch her breasts bounce, and touch them as he exploded.

  “Yes, Max!”

  He found her mouth with his and kept her pinned beneath him. Her hands wandered, and so did his. When she pulled him from his boxers and stroked him, he shook.

  “God! You are perfect,” he admitted.

  She felt perfect with him.

  With Max, she could be herself.

  “I have to taste you,” he said, pulling her panties off and tossing them onto the floor. Max slid down, needing his mouth on that delicate bud.

  “Yes!” she begged as he moved lower. Once in position, Max had no mercy.

  He tormented her.

  He drove her wild.

  He feasted.

  What drove her crazy was he was meek, mild, but he knew how to make her scream his name. In bed, Max was killer, and she was so damn glad.

  He made her cum and wouldn’t stop.

  Max found that sweetness and refused to relent unless she told him to stop. He couldn’t. He loved that oral sex made her wild. It drove him crazy too.

  As her body jerked beneath his assault, Max knew he would never get enough.

  “Again,” he whispered, nipping the most sensitive part of her body to shove her off the edge.

  When she tumbled, he watched the red flush sweep up her skin. It was so damn sexy.

  “Oh God!” she shouted as the pleasure wracked her body, making the orgasm that much more powerful. Max knew how to tie her in knots and make her feel.

  As he slid up her torso, her hands were in his hair.

  She smiled at him.

  “Hello, sexy FBI man. That was one hell of a show. The room is still spinning.”

  He laughed.

  “I’m not done.”

  “Good, I want to feel more,” Harmony stated. “Give me all you have.”

  Well, he could definitely do that.

  Moving to press her into the soft cushion of the mattress, his mouth drove her wild all over again. First, there were kisses and then bites to her flushed flesh.

  “Max!” she pleaded as he drove her insane. This man’s mouth should be labeled a deadly weapon. He may suck on dates but in bed…?

  Yeah, he was smoking.

  Max was focused on giving her the most pleasure he could, and the way her nails were digging into his shoulders told the tale.

  Harmony was happy.

  He was happy.

  “God! I love your body,” he said,

  Harmony opened her eyes, and he was watching her. There was something she wanted.

  Him.

  She rolled, and when he ended up at the bottom, she stared down at him.

  “I want to taste you,” she said, teasing his ear and neck with lips and teeth.

  His heart began pounding.

  Max was more than okay with that. When a sexy woman said she wanted something, you did it. If a sexy woman wanted to hand you a blowjob, you said thank you and let her do her worst.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he said. “I need your mouth on me,” he admitted.

  Harmony was giddy.

  They not only worked well together, but they were both able to have fun and be honest.

  They both loved sex.

  They both were enjoying this.

  She didn’t want it to end.

  Ever.

  Harmony pulled off his boxers and then perched herself between his legs. She stared down at him.

  He was big.

  Hard.

  Swollen.

  Oh, someone was a damn lucky girl. Max was packing some heat, and she needed him between her legs. Only, she wanted to hear him beg too.

  That husky need in his voice made her crazy.

  Wickedly, she stroked him.

  He groaned in pleasure.

  “Maximus, I’m going to rock your world,” she promised, the wetness on the tip of his erection already telling the tale.

  Someone was horny.

  “Have at me.”

  Oh, she could do that. At first, her fingers teased him, pulling a low moan from his mouth. When her lips took over, it became desperate.

  He begged.

  He shouted her name.

  He pleaded for her to make him cum.


  Harmony didn’t just rock his world, she became it. In that moment, Max couldn’t imagine anyone else in his life but her. This woman completed him.

  This was the happiest moment of his life.

  “Harder,” he begged, directing her. When she stroked and blew him, while squeezing his balls, Max was helpless.

  Yeah, if you wanted to take a man down, this was it. He couldn’t even think straight.

  When he popped out of her mouth, he was breathing heavily.

  “Who taught you that?” he asked.

  It made her laugh.

  “Uh, we tend to learn on the fly.”

  “Thank God,” he said, watching her. “That had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”

  He made her wetter.

  “Well, buckle up, Mr. Chase. You're about to get a crash course in Harmony one-oh-one.”

  She went back to the blowjob.

  At first, he watched.

  Then, he couldn’t.

  It had become so wild that if he opened his eyes, he was going to cum. Harmony was trying to milk him, and he was struggling to focus on anything but her hands on his stick and balls.

  “Baby,” he muttered.

  She worked him harder.

  “Oh Christ!” he said, his whole body bowing from the way she destroyed his control.

  When he opened his eyes, he saw her, and his heart skipped.

  No, he didn’t cum.

  He did think about her though.

  There was nothing more erotic than watching his naked girlfriend pleasuring his body.

  Girlfriend.

  She had to be his girlfriend.

  When she sensed him not moving, she looked up.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I have never been better than this very moment with you, Harmony. This is my pinnacle.”

  Her heart skipped.

  “Oh, Max.”

  When he said things like that, she turned into a puddle of mush. Seeing him in her bed was so cathartic. Having him be so gentle and sweet was perfect.

  “What do you need, Maximus?”

  Her.

  He needed her.

  “I really need you to climb on and ride me. I want to see your breasts bounce as I’m buried in your body.”

  She flushed.

  “I want to watch you cum on my dick.”

  Harmony couldn’t believe someone wanted her this much—especially after what had happened to her. Scott ran, but Max…he loved her through the storm.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want,” she admitted, meaning so much more than just this.

  He touched her cheek.

  “Harmony, ride me!”

  She grinned wickedly.

  “Absolutely, Mr. Chase,” Harmony said, sliding back up his body to straddle his hips.

  Max moaned, and she didn’t even slide him into her body. For him, it was the spectacular view.

  He couldn’t help himself. He palmed her breasts and enjoyed the way they felt in his hands.

  “Oh, baby, God!”

  She began sliding him home, and he wanted more. With his large hands, he pulled her down hard, sheathing himself in her body.

  Harmony gasped.

  “No one has ever fit so well,” he admitted, as he found that wet warmth so intoxicating. “Ride me!”

  Then she began moving.

  Max focused on the slide in and out of her body, watching his erection slick and swollen with need.

  His hands stayed on her hips, and he helped her take longer, fuller strokes.

  It was maddening.

  “More!” he ordered.

  Harmony couldn’t say no.

  The bouncing was torture. She was so wet, so wild, and so ready to cum. She only hoped he was close.

  When her body shook, he roughly rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “MAX!”

  “Harmony, baby, I’m going to cum. God! Let me fill you!” he begged.

  She slammed down on his erection, bracing her hands on his chest as she exploded and took him over the edge with her.

  There was no better feeling in the world. She was convinced of it.

  When she felt the world moving, Max was rolling with her. He tucked her into his bigger body, and she wrapped around him.

  “That was the best sex ever,” she admitted. “You definitely know the major rule.”

  He was curious.

  “What’s the rule?”

  “Make the woman cum at least five times.”

  He laughed.

  “I’ll remember that.”

  They didn’t speak.

  “Max?”

  “Yeah, Harmony?” he asked.

  “Was it like this with anyone else?” she asked, hoping she didn’t embarrass herself with him. What they had was pretty hot. It was also perfect.

  “I’ve never been in love. I’ve never had more than a few dates. Again, I’m a disaster. Not many have made it past that.”

  She was feeling proprietary.

  “Was it like this with him?” Max asked, not using his name. “Did it feel like this?”

  She shook her head.

  “No, it didn’t.”

  Only, she didn’t elaborate.

  How could she?

  Harmony just realized something. She hadn’t really been in love with Scott. It had nothing on this. She wasn’t just happy, Harmony was at peace.

  Finally.

  She was really in love.

  With Max.

  Now, how the hell did she tell him?

  * * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *

  Strip Club

  The Lumber Yard

  When they parked their ride, the place was busy as hell. Why was she shocked? The sign promised live nudes, happy stripers, and a beaver carrying a piece of wood.

  She actually laughed.

  “Uh, are you okay?”

  “I’m pissed.”

  “At a strip club?” Callen asked, pretty sure he knew why she wasn’t happy. She wanted to bury Marcus Hunter in his own grave over cheating.

  It wasn’t like he could blame her. He wasn’t a fan of cheaters himself.

  “No, not this place.”

  “Marcus?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I wanted to eviscerate him. I wanted to make him cry little boy tears and then dance around his weeping body as I chanted some sadistic spell to make his dick fall off.”

  He stared at her.

  “There are days where you scare the shit out of me. Today is that day.”

  She snorted.

  “I like his wife.”

  “Do you think she knows that he’s cheating on her?” Callen asked.

  She shook her head.

  “No, I know she doesn’t. That whole ‘women know’ was to bullshit him. I was cheated on a couple times, and I never suspected a thing. Chris’s infidelity blew me out of the water.”

  He listened.

  “That’s what makes this shitty. She will get an inkling if I do this press conference tomorrow.”

  “This isn’t on you.”

  “Oh, I know. It’s on his big, wandering dick—that I hope rots off his body.”

  “And you know it’s big…how?”

  Elizabeth laughed.

  “That’s what you took away from that?” she asked.

  “Uh, of course it is.”

  She kissed him.

  “Thank you for trying to cheer me up. I appreciate it, Callen James.”

  “Know what will make you happy?”

  “Your big dick?”

  He laughed.

  “Oh, to fuck my wife in the parking lot of a strip club…my life has reached its pinnacle. Forget bestseller list. That’s my real goal.”

  She was amused as hell.

  “I was thinking more like taking you into The Lumber Yard so you can kick some stripper around until she tells you all about her kinkery at the White House.”

  That did cheer her up.

  Vastly.
/>   Her husband knew her and knew her well.

  Together, they got out of her ride, and once again, she was being recorded by the media at the same strip joint. You’d think they’d put two and two together all on their own.

  Nope.

  “Director Blackhawk! Are you here for business or pleasure?” someone shouted.

  She laughed.

  How could she not?

  Did they actually think that they came to places like this to get their sexy on?

  No.

  Absolutely not.

  “It’s case related,” she stated, playing nice. Tomorrow, she’d be at their mercy, so today she’d not piss anyone off.

  Hopefully.

  “Will you be giving us a statement at some point?” one of the reporters asked.

  “Tomorrow at nine, unless you keep following me. Then I won’t do it.”

  That shut them up.

  “In fact, I’m going to give one reporter a breaking lead on this story. It’s not going to be Suri Collins since she played dirty. I will give one of you that lead.”

  Callen looked at her like she was insane.

  They all raised their hands like schoolchildren asked if they wanted more ice cream.

  “I will pick a reporter who IS NOT here when I come out of this dive.”

  They stared at her.

  “Really?”

  “Scout’s honor.”

  They took off.

  “You weren’t a Scout,” he said. “In fact, you told us your mother was pissed when you were kicked out of them.”

  She smiled.

  “You cut off one girl’s pigtail and you get a bad rap.”

  Callen found that outrageously funny since she likely did just that.

  Truth was always funnier than fiction.

  ALWAYS.

  At the door, they, AGAIN, paid the cover charge and headed into the strip club.

  Holy shit!

  It was really packed.

  There were horny men everywhere. Elizabeth hadn’t seen so many Viagra-fueled bumps in jeans in her life, and she hoped she never did again.

  On her way to the bar, someone grabbed her ass, and Callen had him against the wall before she could even say a single word.

  Well, well, well, someone was on wife guard duty—not that she minded. The place was a bit too much—even for her.

  “What did I do?” the man whined. “I was just touching the pretty lady. She’s hot. Does she do lap dances?”

  He shook him.

  Then he slammed him against the wall again to get his attention.