Deep Dark Mire (An FBI Romance Thriller ~ book four)

by Kelley, Morgan

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  Elizabeth took an extra-long shower, she conditioned her hair, and then checked out the wound on her forehead. The scar was hideous with the black stitches. She sincerely hoped the men out there liked scars, because she was definitely going to have one. At least they didn’t have to shave her head. There was her silver lining on that one.

  When Elizabeth opened the door to step out, it was already dark in the room. There was moonlight entering through the window, and the men were already in bed, waiting for her. Just the visual made her entire body run hot. Ethan always heated her blood and made her crazy, and now seeing Callen caused the same reaction. If there was any doubt, it was completely cleared up in that moment. Elizabeth was most certainly in love again.

  This was like some really wild dream, and she prayed she never woke up.

  “Ready for bed, baby?” inquired her husband.

  “We saved your space, angel. You seem to be a little over dressed. Why don’t you lose the clothes?”

  Blackhawk grinned. “You won’t need them.”

  Elizabeth obeyed and then climbed into the bed, curling against the men. It was good to be back with them both. “You both smell really good,” she said, kissing her husband first. Just the feel of her mouth pressed to his, heated everything in her body. Then there were lips on the back of her neck, as Callen began teasing her body from behind.

  Whitefox started feasting on pale, deliciously smooth flesh, as he positioned himself for her to rest against his body.

  Blackhawk continued kissing his wife, as she leaned against his brother. They were going to show her pleasure overload, and give her insight on what they both dealt with daily.

  Elizabeth was distracted by both men; one was now working his way down her body, the other was holding her trapped as his hands and lips did truly wicked things.

  Callen turned her head to meet his mouth, and dove into the kiss to plunder, while his brother feasted on her breasts. When she moaned into his mouth, he pulled her tighter against his body trapping her.

  Blackhawk licked, bit and tormented her, as he traversed her torso. “You won’t need these,” he whispered, pulling her panties from her body and finding her wet and ready for him. Slowly he began teasing, devouring, and feasting on her. When her body shook under his mouth, Ethan enjoyed giving her complete pleasure. There was no doubt she was close, and he pushed her over the edge and continued with his oral exploration.

  Elizabeth broke away from the kiss and went to move, only to find herself trapped. “Ethan!”

  He paused, grinning wickedly. “I missed tasting my wife, so I do believe I’ll continue.”

  Whitefox pulled her back into the kiss, distracting her with wandering hands and refusing to let her free from their plans.

  When she moaned again, both men nearly went wild. Blackhawk tormented more with tongue and fingers until she was clenching down on him. It pushed him further to make her fall off the edge again.

  When Elizabeth shattered, she couldn’t concentrate. It just felt too damn good.

  “You're turn, Cal,” said his brother, leaning against the headboard and pulling his wife against his body.

  “My pleasure,” he whispered, as he slid down her body, taking the same trail his brother did to the ultimate prize.

  Elizabeth gasped as he started his own personal method of torment. Both men had vastly different techniques, but both were just as wicked and sinful. Her arm went up and circled her husband’s neck as he kissed her, exploring her mouth.

  Blackhawk couldn’t get enough of her, and just loved feeling her pressed against his painfully erect body. Ethan couldn’t wait until he could sink deep into her, finding the complete pleasure her body gave him. He knew when Elizabeth was close to shattering again, because she inhaled sharply and shook.

  “Oh God!”

  Whitefox pushed her over the edge and kept going. He wanted more and more. There just wasn’t enough of her for him. The taste, the feel, and how she responded to both of them. It was magical and filled him with so much need.

  “Please, no more,” she begged, as he started torturing her more, pushing her past her limit. Elizabeth gasped as the torment continued, and Callen enjoyed every second of it.

  “There’s going to be more, Elizabeth,” whispered her husband into her ear, and he slowly began tormenting her there too. His hands slid across her body, stroking already sensitive flesh.

  “I can’t,” she whispered, and then he took her mouth brutally. Pushing her harder and further into the pleasure and not letting her escape from it.

  Whitefox enjoyed the tremors, and he continued on until she was breathless and writhing beneath his mouth. It just drove him to make her even crazier, as he used everything in him to give her intense desire.

  Elizabeth felt herself pulling apart, and the lust was tinged in pain and ecstasy, as the men in her life purposely tormented her unmercifully. “Please,” she begged.

  Blackhawk nodded at his brother and released her.

  Callen pulled her down the bed to his body, and slid into her roughly, tearing a gasp from her mouth. “I’m going to enjoy this, angel,” he hissed, as he slowly started moving. Long full strokes into her body, as he watched her face in the moonlight. Elizabeth’s eyes were already glazed, as she arched into his body and accepted him fully.

  “God!” Callen hit her in just right the spot, and she exploded around him in seconds.

  Whitefox slipped out of her body, or he’d fall with her. Giving her a few seconds to pull out of the bliss, he started again, this time, harder thrusts that drew her full focus. “Do it again for me, Lyzee,” he demanded, as he took her.

  “Callen, I can’t,” Elizabeth pleaded, and yet she moved with him, digging her nails into his shoulders. When his hair slid across her body and tickled her over sensitized flesh, Elizabeth knew she was lost.

  The pain was delicious, as he drove into her hard and fully, marking her in his own way, branding his half of her forever. “I want to hear you scream my name,” he demanded. “I need it, Lyzee!”

  Elizabeth didn’t think she could feel anything more amazing in her life.

  “I’m waiting for you, angel,” he whispered into her ear, as he slid roughly into her body. “This ends when you give me what I want.”

  Elizabeth glanced at her husband, and Ethan looked feral and ready to pounce. It was just that knowledge that she still wasn’t close to being finished and Callen’s words, pushed her over the edge. Elizabeth screamed one man’s name, as the other’s covered her mouth and kissed it from her lips roughly. Callen faltered, and Elizabeth shattered into extreme pleasure.

  Whitefox couldn’t stop watching his brother take Elizabeth’s mouth, and it actually made him lose focus, and he slammed into her once more and lost it. He exploded deep in her body, and tried to find his balance.

  Ethan wanted his wife like he’d never wanted her before. He felt wild and ready to climb into her just to find what he desperately needed. Pulling away from the kiss, he looked down at her and she looked worn out. “You’re far from done, baby,” he sat back and pulled her up his body.

  “Ethan,” she pleaded, resting her hands on his shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath.

  “Ride me, Lyzee,” he ordered, sliding her onto his body. When Elizabeth began moving, she immediately squeezed down around him. He dug his fingers into her hips and guided her along the full length of him, making sure she felt every inch fully.

  Elizabeth didn’t think she could handle anymore, but when her husband stroked her with his finger, she shattered into a million fragmented pieces at the pleasure.

  “I need more, Lyzee,” he hissed between gritted teeth. Flipping her onto her back, he frenetically drove into her body as roughly as he could, finding absolute pleasure.

  “Ethan!” she arched and moaned, as he began the delicious assault on her body. She’d lost count, all she knew was she was going to pass out from the pleasure of it all.

  Whitef
ox slid alongside her body and turned her face towards his and he plundered too, along with his brother, taking what he wanted. He buried his hand in her hair and held her firmly to his lips.

  Blackhawk watched his brother kiss his wife, and his body shook along with hers. It wasn’t going to be long before he couldn’t hold out any longer. Again he stroked her and she screamed for him too, and this time the other brother swallowed the sound. Her body squeezed down on his, luring him to the edge and pulling him off with her. Everything spun, and he felt such intense pleasure as he exploded into a million colors. “Oh God, baby! So damn good!” he groaned, trying to not crush her under his body as he fell to the bed.

  The only sound in the room was breathing.

  Elizabeth couldn’t move, and it wasn’t because she was trapped between two incredibly hot men. She was completely numb and totally dumbfounded at what they both conspired to pull off.

  Ethan offered his brother a weak fist bump and both men snickered, still unable to shift off her.

  She glanced from man to man and then closed her eyes. “If you think you both taught me some man-lesson, I’ll have you know that I’m woman enough to tell you that I enjoyed every damn second of that.”

  Whitefox started laughing. It wasn’t what he thought her first words were going to be.

  “When I can feel everything again, I’ll tell you that if I see one smug look in the morning, there will be payback.”

  “Yee haw,” muttered Blackhawk. “Teach me a lesson.”

  Both men crawled into their sleeping positions, and delicately slid her up to settle between them.

  Elizabeth could just feel the smugness emanating from both of them, and she grinned knowing how to get some revenge. “Ethan, I told Christina it was okay to picture you completely naked.” Then she told him everything else.

  “What!” He was horrified. Blackhawk looked over at his brother for confirmation.

  “And she told her you rescued her and cradled her in your big strong arms,” he snickered.

  “I don’t believe I said ‘big strong arms’.”

  Whitefox grinned. “I must have been too distracted by the joy and lust in the wounded woman’s eyes.”

  “Tomorrow I’ll be angry at both of you, but now I’m feeling too smug, like a pirate that just found some booty.”

  The men snickered and fist bumped again.

  “I refuse to even dignify that one, Ethan Jackson Blackhawk.”

  “Oh hell, she used your full name. You’re in trouble now, bro.” Whitefox snickered.

  “You’re in trouble too, Callen James Whitefox.”

  It was Ethan’s turn to laugh.

  “Goodnight boys. I love you both.” she whispered, before slipping into a deep sleep.

  “We love you too,” they said together, softly.

  When sleep stole her away, both men followed, because ultimately, they’d follow her anywhere she led.

  * * *

  Friday Morning

  Ethan Blackhawk rolled over and his hand touched something that wasn’t his wife. It wasn’t the same texture of her skin; it was far more... manly.

  “I’m afraid to open my eyes,” muttered Blackhawk, and his comments were met with fits of laughter from across the room from his very entertained wife.

  “It’s my chest,” mumbled his brother, as he pulled Elizabeth’s pillow over his head.

  Blackhawk opened his eyes and was glad it was indeed his brother’s chest and not some other part of his body.

  “Coffee is on the table boys. I was up first, and yet I had the roughest night in bed. Go figure.”

  Callen threw the pillow at her. “We did all the work, that’s why.”

  Elizabeth grabbed it from mid-flight, and joined him at the side of the bed, kissing him slow and deep. When she finally pulled away, his eyes were open and he was fully awake. “And for that I am eternally grateful, boys. Luckily for me, I get to live with, work with, and love two sex maniacs that don’t mind doing all the work.”

  Whitefox snagged her arm and pulled her back into bed between them. “You're already dressed.”

  Elizabeth kissed her husband awake too, and then cuddled between them. “I had to get dressed to get you sex fiends coffee.”

  “Did anyone see you?” inquired Blackhawk.

  “The owner saw me. I’m telling you, she was either staring at me and thinking ‘that is one lucky woman’, or holy shit, look at those ugly stitches in her forehead.”

  Blackhawk enjoyed lying beside his wife and waking up. “I think the first one. We are two very sexy men.” The smugness was still there.

  Whitefox nuzzled her neck. “Indians dig scars, angel.”

  Blackhawk started laughing.

  Elizabeth was about to comment, when there was a knock on the door. “You two better get out of bed or people will REALLY talk,” she said, snickering, as she slipped out from between them. Peeping out the hole, she found Julian standing there looking around.

  Ethan Blackhawk slipped into his dress pants and zipped up, as his brother did the same with his jeans. Both men skipped the shirt and opted for the coffee instead.

  When they were ready, Elizabeth opened the door, only to find he wasn’t alone. “Agent Christensen, Julian, please come on in,” she offered warmly, walking back into the room to find her coffee.

  Littlemoon grinned at the woman. It looked like Elizabeth Blackhawk couldn’t stay away. “Nice war wound there Director Bad Ass.”

  Elizabeth winked at Julian when he dropped the new title. She couldn’t help it, but the man entertained her. Yeah, he was opinionated, strong-willed and arrogant, but backed it all up with action, and that’s all that mattered.

  “What can we do for you both?” inquired Blackhawk. He had the boss voice in place, despite the fact that he was topless and all his tattoos were all over the place.

  Elizabeth took her place between the two men and they both moved instinctually closer. From her spot, she observed the two people in their room, and her eyes were drawn to Agent Christensen.

  “We believe we found the area where the bomber entered the swamp. It was getting close to nightfall, and we had to leave the location. I want to go back today and look for anything he may have left behind.”

  Blackhawk nodded. “Have at it.”

  Agent Christensen stood silently behind her partner, and couldn’t help but notice a couple of things. One was there was only one bed in the room and it was a mess, the second bed sat through the doorway with the suitcases on top of it, undisturbed. Next was the male portion of the directors liked tattoos. They both had some similar ones. When Callen Whitefox turned around to put his coffee down, she noticed his shoulder had an artfully drawn heart with ‘EB’ in the center, and she didn’t think it was a coincidence.

  “Is there something you wish to say, Agent Christensen?” asked Elizabeth, clipping on her sidearm and staring at the woman.

  “Yes ma’am. I’m glad you weren’t injured too badly, and I’d like to go see Christina later today if that’s okay with you both.”

  “Thank you and approved.”

  Agent Christensen was at a loss, and she knew with her military background she could keep a blank look on her face. This must be the new development that Julian had mentioned earlier. Elizabeth Blackhawk was having a threesome with her husband and brother-in-law.

  Wowza.

  Not that it was any of her business, but something in her wanted to give her a high five on that one. Seriously, they were very fine men. Tori was suddenly very appreciative of the Native form and how it functioned and couldn’t blame Elizabeth.

  “Well, we all know feisty women are hard to take down,” he grinned at her. “I hope you’ll be taking it easy today regardless.”

  “A compliment from you is generally followed up with some innuendo. You still trying to lure me into your teepee, Julian?” she offered him a smile.

  “Hell no, Elizabeth, you’re too damn good with that gun, and I know better. I’m afrai
d you’ll mount me on a wall somewhere, or they will.”

  Blackhawk liked the man, but he didn’t like him flirting with his wife, and he could feel his brother moving closer to Elizabeth too. He owed the man for having his wife’s back when she was pregnant and had to save Callen’s life, but his woman was… well theirs.

  As in his and his brother’s alone.

  Agent Christensen was intrigued by her boss and now for more reasons than ever. “Director Blackhawk, we were just down getting coffee, and the team is assembling and waiting for you.”

  Blackhawk checked the time on his watch. “I need to shower, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, dropping a kiss on his wife’s lips and grabbing his coffee.

  “Julian, get out to the swamp, find me something useful, and then get back into the bed and breakfast. I don’t like the swamp to begin with, but I don’t like the team sloshing around in it alone either.”

  He nodded and headed for the door, Christensen following.

  When they were gone, Elizabeth spoke. “They're sleeping together,” she stated, nonchalantly, sipping her coffee.

  “How the hell could you tell that?” he said, walking to the other shower.

  Elizabeth followed. “It’s a girl thing. I just know by the way she watched him,” she drawled.

  “I think you have ‘Native man on the brain’ syndrome,” snickered Whitefox.

  “Cal, care to make a friendly wager?” she asked, smiling sweetly at the man as he stripped.

  Whitefox couldn’t help it. “The usual?” he inquired, turning on the water and waiting for the right temperature.

  “Twenty it is, ace.”

  Callen stepped under the shower spray. “Want to join me?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

  Elizabeth laughed and walked away. “I think I’m going to take a pass on that, Cal. I’m Blackhawked and Whitefoxed out from last night.”

  He snickered at her creative use of verbiage. “Well I’m not Elizabethed out yet!” he stated emphatically, as she closed the bathroom door. Callen grinned wickedly as he showered. God, he loved her to death.