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

by Kelley, Morgan

  Bracing his hands on her hips, he slowly started the strokes, watching her continue to devour her husband.

  Blackhawk opened his eyes briefly when the bed shifted, and what he saw made him moan and arch into her to find some relief. His wicked wife was tormenting them, even as she offered them pleasure. The visual was driving him insane, and he did all he could do, rub against her body and close his eyes, praying he’d survive the mating of their mouths.

  Elizabeth broke the kiss and ran her hands up Ethan’s chest as he lay trapped beneath her, scratching him and getting him to beg.

  “Please baby!” He needed relief so damn bad.

  “Talk to Callen, he’s driving this adventure,” she moaned herself when he slowed, torturing all three of them with leisurely strokes, as he took his time.

  “Jesus Cal, come on!” demanded his brother, as his wife’s hands stroked him and teased him unmercifully. “She’s killing me here.”

  “Sorry Ethan, but this is really good,” he whispered hoarsely. “You have no idea how amazing this feels. The view is unbelievable.”

  Whitefox could feel her beginning to shake, and he knew she was close. “Stroke her,” he muttered in urgency, as he tried to stay in control just a little bit longer, until she reached the bliss.

  Blackhawk reached down and ran his fingers over his wife, tormenting and teasing her. When he felt her shatter apart, he was completely crazed.

  Whitefox started moving frenetically, pounding into her and pushing past the tension her muscles created as she erupted around him, luring him over with her.

  “God, just about there!” he said, slamming into her once more, twice more and then she glanced over her shoulder.

  “Harder Callen!” Elizabeth demanded.

  “Dying down here,” reminded his brother, as he was forced to watch the show and feel her sliding across his painfully erect body. With every punishing thrust from his brother, it forced her to rub enticingly against him.

  It was all too much for Callen. Just her voice begging for more, and his brother pleading for it to end, pulled everything from him, and he erupted with a shout. Time stopped moving for seconds or maybe minutes, but all sound eluded him. He rolled off her body to not crush her between them. He was surprised when he felt his brother roll, placing Elizabeth back across his chest. She was now cradled over and against him. Much like they’d just been, but this time in reverse.

  “My turn Elizabeth,” he hissed into her ear, as he buried himself in her body. She was still dazed, and that made it even better. Now he would drive her as crazy as she’d made him.

  Whitefox held her against his body and watched as his brother slammed repeatedly into her. When she turned her head and kissed him, he lost track of everything except the sound of his brother breathing, her making love to his mouth with hers, and the way his heart pounded in his chest against her body.

  Elizabeth moaned into the kiss, as she reached up and buried her hands into her husband’s hair, holding all three together. Breaking away from Callen’s mouth, she breathlessly stared up into Ethan’s wild eyes. “Give me more.”

  It ignited something in him as forgot about control. “So close, baby,” he mumbled. “Jesus, this does feel amazing,” he confessed, enjoying the visual of the three of them pressed together.

  She pulled his mouth down roughly, using his hair.

  At this rate he wasn’t going to last long. Already he was shaking.

  “Push her over, Cal,” he said, breaking the kiss, and staring down into her eyes as his brother ran his fingers over her intimately.

  She arched and moaned as one man stroked her and the other pounded into her. It didn’t get any hotter, and she knew it. Elizabeth felt herself break apart, and then her husband’s mouth covered hers as she screamed in sheer ecstasy.

  Blackhawk pushed into her and when her body gripped his, it lured him right to the edge; it was his brother’s hand on his arm bracing him above them that helped him make the decision to leap into the bliss. Now it was all about the fall into the explosion of colors.

  Someone spoke. He wasn’t sure who, since he wasn’t completely cognizant of his surroundings.

  Then he heard her.

  Elizabeth started giggling, as she was trapped between two very sexy men. “I’m not restless anymore.”

  Whitefox laughed as the three of them pressed together, as they shared her body between them.

  Finally Blackhawk spoke. “Just holy shit, Elizabeth! You’re trying to kill us, aren’t you?”

  “That, my sexy Indian playthings, was payback for the other night’s festivities. You both had your fun with me, and now I do believe I had my wicked way with you both too.”

  “I’m seriously fine with being your plaything,” muttered Callen. “If you think I’m going to feel like less of a man because a gorgeous woman is using me in bed, think again.”

  Ethan rolled off her body and rested his arms behind his head. “I do believe I owe you new panties because of the melee.”

  “I hear she has a fetish for edible ones,” offered Whitefox, just before she elbowed him in the ribs.

  Before she could come up with a reply, her phone rang, and her husband picked the phone off the bed stand.

  “Blackhawk,” he said.

  There was a pause of confusion. “Sorry, Director, I was expecting Elizabeth.”

  “It’s okay, Doctor Leonard, she’s right here. I’ll put you on speaker phone.”

  She was still giggling, and Whitefox actually had to put his hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles from the tech team.

  “Go ahead, Doctor,” urged Blackhawk.

  “We ran the DNA report. The two female samples, of Cordelia Adare and Desdemona Adare, do indeed match the sample from the man that assaulted Director Whitefox. Jonathan Delray is a match at fifty percent.”

  Now Elizabeth was focused. “Looks like we just found her brothers and sisters, and then that means we now know who their father was too.”

  “Yes, you do.” The doctor didn’t have to tell Elizabeth what it all meant, it was unspoken between them, and yet they all understood. Jonathan Delray fathered a child with his own sister.

  “This is going to be an ugly thing to swallow,” said Elizabeth.

  Chris Leonard spoke, “Do you want me to tell her?” He knew that if she was related to Jonathan Delray, then she was going to be a match to Vincent Delray, who was on Desdemona’s list of men she had sexual relations with.

  “I’ll go tell her now. Keep the tech team in the lab until I call you. We’re going to have another DNA sample incoming. I’m heading over to the church as soon as it’s daylight. I noticed on the church sign they have prayer meetings at eight a.m. I imagine the minister will be there for that.” Elizabeth hung up the phone and climbed out of bed.

  “This whole thing is just a nasty mess,” stated Whitefox. “Are you sure you don’t want me to be the one that tells her?” he offered.

  Elizabeth shook her head. “Trust me on this one, Cal. This is going to be more palatable from someone she never had sex with. I think I’m the best option here. Plus she’s going to be angry. It’s best I be the target on this one. The things she can say to you are going to hurt more than anything she can say to me.”

  Whitefox didn’t enjoy that Elizabeth was willing to be the bull’s-eye for the woman’s anger.

  “You better shower first, baby,” added her husband. “You look like you just rolled out of bed with two men,” and he pointed at his brother. “That’s a sore point, and no need to rub that in today.”

  “I planned on it.” Elizabeth dropped her destroyed panties into the garbage can and headed into the shower. Now, she needed to figure out how she was going to tell the woman who used to be her friend that she and her sister both were involved in an incestuous relationship. And it was probably what got Cordelia Adare killed.

  When the bathroom door closed, Whitefox looked over at his brother. “Do you have a really bad feeling about today? I just
happened to get this sick feeling in my gut.”

  Blackhawk thought back to all the times he felt just like he did right then. Everything was coming to a head, and he knew the shit was about to hit the fan.

  “Yeah, I have the same feeling.”

  “What do we do about it?”

  Blackhawk climbed out of bed and slipped into his boxers. “We shower, we go get the minister, and we don’t let her out of sight for any reason.”

  “That’s going to piss her off.”

  Blackhawk didn’t doubt that for a single second. “I’ll risk her anger and an ass kicking to make sure she stays safe. How about you?”

  “I think it’s a good thing we have two couches at home. We’re both going to be riding them for a while, if she gets wind of this.”

  “There’s no doubt about that.”

  * * *

  Elizabeth Blackhawk stared down at her watch, and it was just after five a.m. It was a whole five minutes later than the last time she glanced down. Notifying a person of a death early in the morning was standard practice as a law official, but this was a whole new game for her, and it didn’t sit well in her stomach.

  What she was going to tell Desdemona Adare was going to affect her life, and change it forever. Knocking on the door, she stepped back and waited.

  The knock on the door pulled Desdemona from her deep sleep. At five a.m. it couldn’t be anything good, but then she tried to talk herself into being positive. Maybe there was a break in the case, or Callen was finally sick of warming Elizabeth’s bed. That idea made her smile, and then when she checked the peep hole, everything in her stopped. Nope, it wasn’t Callen, but the woman that stole him away. Elizabeth Blackhawk knocking this early wasn’t going to be a social call.

  This was all going to be really bad news.

  Opening the door, she squinted into the light from the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

  “Can I come in? We need to talk about something, and it’s important or I wouldn’t be here at this early.”

  Desdemona stepped back and gave the woman access to her room. “What’s it about?”

  “I’m here because of you and your sister. We found your biological father.”

  She inhaled sharply. “You found my father? How is that possible?” Now she was confused. “You were looking for him?”

  “Not quite, we just happened on DNA evidence and located him.”

  “Okay, who is it?”

  “Desdemona, I need you to sit down. What I need to tell you isn't going to be the greatest news on the planet, and it’s going to sting. Please know that I’m sorry that I have to be the one that tells you any of this, but I figured it would be best coming from me.”

  Immediately she sat, and braced for the worst impact possible. She was going to tell her she found her father, but he was dead and she’d never get to meet him. “Okay, go ahead.”

  “We used your mother’s journal to figure it out. We went to the local church and found that your mom had a long term affair with a man there. He fathered both you and your sister. It was a secret relationship.”

  “Okay. So my mom slept around. I’m the product of a loose woman. I’ll get over that.”

  “That’s not what I’m trying to convey to you.”

  Oh boy, for Elizabeth to be hesitating this was going to completely suck. “I’m ready.” That was probably the second biggest lie that she had ever told in her life. The first was about her being fine with Callen being close to Elizabeth.

  “You have two more sisters and two brothers.”

  Desdemona smiled. “I’m not alone?” This was the best news ever. Now she had a family of her own and didn’t need to worry about losing the Blackhawks. This was what she always wanted, to not be alone and to belong. Finally she’d found a place of her own in life.

  “Your father had a separate life because he was a married man at the time of the affairs.” Here it came, there wasn’t going to be an easy way to tell her. “Your father is Jefferson Delray.”

  The name hit its mark and both women went absolutely still, but for very different reasons. One was in shock, the other bracing for the blowback from the grenade she just lobbed.

  Desdemona actually flinched, as it seeped into the mind and became a reality. “You’re telling me that Holly, Ivy, Jonathan and Vinny are my siblings? That their father is also my biological father?”

  “Yes.”

  Now the horror rushed her full force and she stood. “I had sex with Vinny in high school.” She began to back away from Elizabeth, as her stomach began to roll with the knowledge.

  “I know, Desdemona. At Cordelia’s doctor appointment, she was worried about the baby and requested genetic testing. When she found the journal, she must have pieced it all together. Shortly after finding out the truth about the baby being her brother’s child, she stopped seeing him and was killed.”

  “Oh my God! We both had sex with our brothers.”

  “We have reason to believe that’s what ultimately got her killed.”

  Now it got worse. “You think my father killed my mother and sister?”

  Elizabeth believed Jefferson Delray killed her mother, but the sister part was still up in the air. That was something they still needed to prove, and tie it together. “I’m going to bring him in and do the interview this morning. If he did have anything to do with it, I promise to let you know.”

  “I can’t handle this on top of everything else! I think I’m going to be sick,” she blurted, racing for the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.

  It reminded Elizabeth of another conversation they shared once before, regarding the stalker that was chasing her all over the country. The bathroom door this time was locked, and Elizabeth didn’t try to get access. Moving back to the bed, she sat and waited, giving the woman time to adjust to the truth she’d just been handed. It may have been the ugliest form of truth, but it was still truth.

  Desdemona sat on the bathroom floor after retching everything from her body. She couldn’t believe the things she was hearing. Her father killed her mother, and her brothers had been in both her and Cordelia’s beds. Desdemona thought back to the boy she had sex with in high school. He was her first. At the memory, she began sobbing.

  Forever would that loss of virginity remind her of the cold hard truth; she’d had sex with her brother. The sweet memories of first love were now tainted with something ugly and hideous and hardened her heart even more. Never again did she want that feeling of intimacy. Love was now officially dead to her forever.

  Her whole body shook in grief and anger. This all had to be a lie!

  Then came the resentment, bitterness and anger towards the woman who delivered the news. Standing from the bathroom floor she pulled the door open and found her boss sitting on her bed. Elizabeth was sitting so casually, like this was just another conversation on another day, on another assignment. “You have to be wrong about all of this, or you’re just playing with me to torture me!”

  Elizabeth stood. “We ran the DNA. Doctor Leonard did the testing this morning before I came here. I wouldn’t tell you any of this if I wasn’t completely sure of the facts.”

  Desdemona felt the fury building. “Right and you wouldn’t enjoy it either, right? You and Callen have already destroyed my life, and now this? You both are sadistic and horrible human beings.”

  Elizabeth took the anger, expected it, and willingly carried it on her shoulders alone. This was exactly why she wouldn’t allow Callen to tell the woman. “You’re angry and that I get, but we wouldn’t do this to anyone, no matter what we felt towards them. If you believe that, then you shouldn’t be working for me or near me.”

  Desdemona seethed in rage. “You’re right.” She went to the table and grabbed her gun and badge.

  Immediately, Elizabeth went on alert, as the woman returned to stand before her. She didn’t trust anyone that mad, who was holding a gun. Too many people took it too far in the heat of an argument.

  “Here, take
it and get the fuck out of my life. Take your faithful besotted Indian sidekicks and go. I never want to see you, or them again.”

  Elizabeth swallowed her own nasty comment, and simply held out her hand for the gun and the badge. “I get that you’re mad, Desdemona, but really, tread lightly about what comes out of your mouth next. I’ve ass kicked bigger people for commenting on my husband’s heritage. You know I’ll beat you down for thinking and saying them about Callen too.”

  “He wasn’t off limits when he was mine, and you made sure of that. I sincerely hope he breaks your heart, like he destroyed mine. Karma would be nice right about now. I pray you come home and find him in bed with someone else and your entire life falls apart around you. Apparently, Indians can’t keep it in their fucking pants, and it’s only a matter of time. You were supposed to be my friend, despite Callen! Where’s the girlfriend code now?”

  Now, Elizabeth was losing control. “Give me your gun and badge, and then pack your shit and get out of here. You think I’m going to let you disparage them and then stay here on the FBI dime? We came here to help you, and you’ve made it difficult from the start. I’m sorry that you found out upsetting news, but we didn’t do any of this to you. I came to protect you by telling you personally, but I should have sent a tech to do the deed. You don’t deserve compassion Desdemona, you deserve me to kick your ungrateful ass back into the swamp!”

  “Oh, I’m sure you would too. You’re big, bad Elizabeth Blackhawk, and you do whatever the fuck you want in life, despite the consequences.”

  “You really don’t know me, do you? This is just proof that you never deserved me offering you the girlfriend code. This is on you too, Desdemona. You’re just too damn mad right now to see it.”

  She closed her fist and was so close to striking her boss again. Everything in her said do it, and she really wanted to let the rage free and hurt someone. “I don’t need your protection or your help, and I sure as hell don’t want your compassion or pity.”

  Elizabeth walked past her. “It’s too late for that, Doctor Adare. I feel compassion for everyone that’s been a victim, including you. I plan on finding justice for your sister and mother. I’ll do my job and then I’ll get on the flight back home. Enjoy your life, Desdemona. I’ll be taking my ‘besotted Indian sidekicks’ and getting out of here, as soon as this is done.” She opened the door and stepped out, slamming closed that part of her life forever.