Wild.
Wanton.
Watching them copulate was going to make him out of control and just shy of some crazed beast, and she knew it.
Then she’d get what she really wanted.
Him being bad.
Callen was already naked, and he didn’t hesitate to take his wife first. He pulled her off of Ethan’s lap and dragged her into his body.
He wanted her.
He loved the look on his brother’s face as he sat there, horny, crazed, and watching them.
Oh, Callen wasn’t going to make love to his woman. They were going to copulate.
Fuck.
Mate.
He was three days past easy sex. He wanted to take his wife for one hell of a ride. The last two days, he’d given up sex before bed and in the morning.
Someone had to pay for that.
Callen roughly kissed her. Her mouth was pummeled with need and desire.
When he shoved her away, Elizabeth gasped as she stared up into his brown eyes. “Callen,” she said shocked.
“Get ready for rough, Elizabeth,” he said, tugging the shirt from her body.
He tossed it at his brother, and Ethan caught it.
Elizabeth loved when he was out of control like this, and she loved it even more that they were in Ethan’s ‘sacred’ space. Doing it there was naughty, dirty, and them.
It made amazing memories.
“It’s time to do this,” he said, pulling her bra off next, and tossing that, too, toward his brother.
Ethan was the one who moaned when Callen roughly palmed both of her breasts.
“I want you.”
“I want you, too, Callen James.”
“I think this threesome needs a new man in bed with you and Ethan. I think he needs some Jackson James.”
She wanted to giggle in glee.
Callen’s other side was coming out and in the office. It was going to be a good day.
The heat had just been turned up a notch. Normally, Jackson James stayed hidden when they weren’t alone. Today, he was making a visit.
Yippee!
Ethan licked his lips as he watched them. This was the best part of his day. There was something so sexy about watching his wife being manhandled by his brother.
At work.
In his office.
And he was next.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his rock-hard erection out to get ready.
He knew who was next.
Callen was focused.
Backing her up until her ass was against the desk, he wanted all she had to offer. Callen wanted her begging, whimpering, and his.
He was wild.
There was no way he was going to be able to put Jackson James back in the cage without satiating that beast.
He was a dirty, out of control man, who took what he wanted and didn’t care about anything else.
Yes, it was too late to call off the need that was making him so damn hard.
Nothing mattered but her.
Hands wildly explored and mouths crashed as Elizabeth met him in the frenzied kiss.
His woman knew how to drive him wild.
This was it.
She was baiting him with her sexy body, wicked ways, and need. Callen couldn’t say no.
Callen wouldn’t say no.
Not now.
Not ever.
Ethan moaned from the couch as his brother roughed their woman up with hands and mouth. He was going to have a hard time watching this.
He wanted to be the one burying his body in hers.
“How about some sex on Ethan’s desk?” he asked, as he bit her on her neck. Elizabeth’s whole body went lax at that one act. She felt like putty in his hands, willing to do just about anything he asked.
She’d let him shave her damn head if he asked at that moment. A wild Callen was a hot Callen.
Callen and Ethan were the only two men in the world who had that power over her.
“Yes,” she whispered, as he leaned her back and tugged off her boots and jeans.
“Me first, and then Ethan. I want us both to take you on his desk. I want all of us to remember it each time we sit in here.”
Oh, and she would.
“Yes, take me!”
Blackhawk moaned again.
He could already picture it, and it was going to be hot.
Fortunately for Ethan, his desk didn’t have much on it because Callen shoved it all to the side, out of their way.
It was about to get messy.
“I want you, Elizabeth,” he hissed, ripping her panties from her body.
She was wet.
Really wet.
“I love you like this,” he admitted, rubbing his thumb on her clit until she begged.
He loved certain things about his woman—the way she whimpered at his touch, the way she begged for more, and when she was on her knees.
It always got him off.
He tormented her, using only his fingers. Callen wanted to watch her cum, and he didn’t plan on stopping until she did.
He glanced over at his brother.
Ethan sat there on the couch, dick out, and he was stroking himself.
“Ethan’s going to fuck you next, and I can’t wait to watch,” he admitted.
“Yes,” she moaned, as his hands did truly wicked things against her clit. “Please,” she whispered, leaning back against Ethan’s desk.
Then she came.
Her whole body shook as he forced her into that delicious pleasure.
It was time.
Callen was going to pillage his wife.
It was coming, and then so was he.
“I need you,” he muttered, yanking her across the desk until her ass slammed against his groin.
His favorite part of her was against his wickedly hard erection.
“Callen,” she begged, her body bowing, as he roughly pushed into her.
It was time to claim his woman.
Leaning over her on the desk, he trapped her there with his dick, and while she was his prisoner, he repeatedly found his way in and out of her body.
The wild thrusting and holding her hips made her cum again.
She whimpered, trying to keep her voice down, but it was so damn hard.
Callen was destroying any control she’d had.
“Oh, God!” Ethan muttered, watching his brother bury himself in their wife. The wet slick erection was hitting her in that one spot over and over again.
He couldn’t wait until it was his turn.
“Lyzee, I can’t stop,” Callen hissed, as he took her for one hell of a ride.
He wanted her so damn bad, and he was going to have her—all of her.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, as he drove himself deeply into the wet warmth of her body.
She was close again.
Elizabeth blinked up at him. “Callen,” she whispered as saw the violence in his eyes.
“More,” she begged.
Oh, he’d give her exactly what she wanted.
He always would.
“Callen,” she moaned, as he hit the spot that made her want to forget everything but him.
“Oh, Christ, angel,” he muttered, forcing her legs apart so he could move deeper into her body. “So close, Lyzee,” he whispered, knowing that he was about to blow.
He couldn’t fight it.
His body was betraying him.
“Callen,” she pleaded, pushing back against his thrusts to just feel him deeper. “Now, please!”
He gave her exactly what she wanted, and he always would. His wife was all he craved, then, now, and forever.
She was his all.
Ethan was up. He couldn’t handle it anymore.
Watching them fornicate on his desk had been way too much. His body was hard, his dick was throbbing, and his balls ached for release.
He’d only find it with her.
When Callen exploded, his body shuddering in release, it was seconds before he was shoved out
of the way. Callen was breathing heavily, but not as heavily as Ethan.
The man was riled up.
He was crazed.
Pulling Elizabeth up, Ethan found her mouth and dove in. He didn’t hesitate to try and show her how wild he was, and how he was going to need so much from her body.
When he broke the kiss, he stared into her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She didn’t get to ask what for, as she was flipped over, and pressed against the desk, her ass in the air.
She whimpered, knowing what was coming. Ethan was out of control.
“Keep her down and quiet,” he ordered his brother, tossing him her destroyed panties.
If Callen wanted to see wild, Ethan would show him how to do it.
It was on.
It was time for the big brother to school his younger one.
Callen shoved the panties into Elizabeth’s mouth and then grabbed her wrists. He pulled her onto the desk as Ethan grabbed her hips with his one hand, and his erection with the other.
He rubbed the tip of his dick between her legs and then went for the part of her he loved the best.
With one long stroke, he buried himself in her ass, and it was a good thing Callen had gagged her. She bucked beneath him as he invaded her body.
Ethan fucked her.
He was wild.
Brutal.
He took no mercy on her body. In fact, he rode her so hard, his heavy mahogany desk shook from his punishing strokes. With each drive into her, he actually lifted her hips from the desk.
She was trapped.
She was his.
She was destroyed by his lust.
Elizabeth loved when her men were out of control. Ethan was taking no prisoners, and she loved when he was himself.
As he pumped his body into her, she heard and felt it.
His hand crashed down on her ass, leaving one hell of a red print.
It made her cum.
That one act threw her into the spiral.
“God, so tight,” he muttered, as her body began milking his. He didn’t give up, and instead, he fucked her more.
Ethan wanted everything she had and then some. He was going to stake his claim.
Callen loved watching his brother lose control.
This was who they were.
They were the Blackhawk boys behaving badly, and she was their toy. Out in the world, they were treated like her sexy arm candy, but in the privacy of a room, she was theirs.
“Harder,” Callen muttered, watching the punishing blows. He knew Elizabeth could take it.
As his brother boned their babe, he got hard all over again.
Callen placed her hand over his erection, and he forced her to jerk him off as his brother invaded her ass.
Both men stared at her, then each other.
They dropped their heads back, and let nature take its course.
Ethan’s balls quaked.
Callen moaned.
“Faster,” Callen ordered her, as he was on the cusp.
Ethan slid his hand around the front of her hips and found that tight, swollen bud.
He pinched her, and she fell, taking him for a ride as Callen ripped her panties from her mouth, and shoved his ready to explode erection between her lips.
He came too.
The silence fell as both men emptied themselves into their woman.
Ethan rested over her, his heart thumping in his chest.
Callen pulled himself free of her mouth, as he braced his arms on the old wooden desk.
Elizabeth tried to focus.
It wasn’t easy.
That had been…
Earth shattering.
It was Callen who moved first, leaning down to kiss his wife.
“I love you.”
She smiled in satisfaction. She was calm, relaxed, and at peace. Their lovemaking always brought her right to this point. When she was having a bad day or a rough case, this cleared her mind.
They made it better.
Ethan slid out of her body and helped her up.
He kissed her, and she was spooned from behind by Callen. They stayed like that a few seconds.
“I’m hungry,” she muttered. “I hope you have something delicious in that picnic basket, or I’m going to be pissed. You don’t want to be a food tease.”
He laughed.
“I do. Let’s get cleaned up,” he offered, leading her and Callen to his private bathroom.
They took care of their woman.
No longer was there that need to be rough.
Instead, they were tender.
Sweet.
Gentle.
And in the end, that was how it would always be. While the Blackhawk boys were tough, they were also in love.
And that made all the difference in the world.
They were the lucky ones.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
First Address
On The List
Max and Alex began working down the list of addresses they had for Brian Montany, and it was daunting.
Why?
None of the homes were in locations that you wanted to get caught in after dark and alone.
It was clear the twenty-something year old was into all things drug-related.
Why not killing?
It wasn’t like it would be one hell of a stretch.
“I don’t see anyone at this one,” Max said, using the binoculars from the front seat.
“Well, we only have one way to find out, son. Pull off your gun and badge, mess up your hair, and mosey on over to knock on the door.”
“WHAT? I do believe Elizabeth said to just watch and lock him down.”
“I don’t think anyone’s in that dive. I can see through the front window, and that looks like a sign for a building being condemned.”
He had a point.
“Okay, but if I get shot…”
He stopped him.
This wasn’t his first day on the job. In the beginning, he was Elizabeth’s partner, and that had been a trial by fire.
“I’ve been doing this a while. If I actually thought you might get shot, I’d go myself. I managed to keep myself and my partner alive for years.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“Why isn’t he your partner then?” Max asked. “If you were so good at your job, why is he in HR?”
That was easy.
“Because Noah is gay.”
“And you don’t like gay men?” he asked, trying to learn as much as possible about the man beside him. “You seemed fine with him when he was making comments before.”
“Uh, I don’t ‘like’ men in general, but Noah got sick, and he left his job as a field agent.”
Max stared at him.
“Sick?”
While this wasn’t his tale to tell, Noah wasn’t exactly in the closet or in denial. When people asked, he told them the truth. It had garnered him crazy mad respect from the other agents. He was a risk.
“Yes.”
“As in…?”
Well, the man knew.
“Yes,” Alex stated.
“Man. That sucks that he’s got HIV.”
Yeah, tell him about it. Noah, next to Elizabeth, had been the best partner he’d ever had.
“You realize you can’t get it by sitting beside the man, right?” Max stated.
Alex shook his head.
“Slow down and stop assuming. Noah went to the boss, and they bumped him out of the stressful job where he could wear himself down. Plus, if he were to get shot, he could get someone sick. The FBI won’t risk it. They put him in as an HR recruiter. The day I lost him as my partner sucked. That’s why I went to cybercrimes. I loved chasing serial killers. Elizabeth was my partner before Noah.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so there you go. I’m not going to let you get shot, kid. Head over, peek in the window, and let’s get this one marked off the list.”
Max did as
he said.
As he crept toward the house, Alex kept watch with the binoculars.
When Max carefully navigated the weeds, he made his way onto the porch to stare into the dirty, grungy window.
Then he shook his head.
As he jogged back to the car, his face said it all. Inside, he gave him the bad news.
“It looks like a definite flop, but there’s only paraphernalia all over. There’s no one legally living there.”
One down, two to go.
“Well, let’s get to the second one. Are you hungry?” he asked. “Want me to stop and get you some food?”
“Are you mothering me?”
Alex laughed.
“Man, someone is paranoid.”
“I get it from my father, and you saw where it got him,” he admitted. “I tend to err on the side of caution.”
Unfortunately, Alex had been there that day. He and Noah had gone in through the back door.
“I saw him go down.”
Max got quiet.
This was always hard, no matter how many years went by for him.
“I can’t imagine how he felt in those last seconds,” Max said. “Everyone tells me it was instant, but there had to be that moment when he knew—when he felt that bullet hit.”
Alex patted him on the shoulder.
The kid was carrying a lot on his shoulders, and he understood that.
“I know what he was thinking about the whole time,” he stated.
“What?”
“You. He really loved his son. Maybe that’s all there was to it, Max. Maybe there was no pain, simply because it was all about his love for you.”
That helped.
It was all Max had to hold on to of his father.
“Hungry?” Alex asked again.
“Yeah, let’s grab a burger. Then let’s find this guy. If he’s helping Carl, I want to shut him down. I want to shut everyone in O’Banion’s syndicate down once and for all.”
“Spoken like your old man.”
Yeah, he was just like him.
And that was turning out to be a damn good thing.
* * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *
When she and Callen got to Gabe’s office, she really only wanted to know where the hell the leak had come from to give up the intel on O’Banion.
There were only so many ways that it could have happened.
The FBI.
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