One stroke more and he shook.
Two strokes and his hands were directing the motion.
On the third stroke she vibrated around him and lured him to the edge.
“Now Ethan,” she whispered, feeling her own body break apart in complete pleasure.
Blackhawk thrust upward and exploded in wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm. “Oh God,” he hissed, as the room spun and his wife collapsed across him.
“Mmmmmm,” she mumbled, feeling her hips being slid towards the other man. “Callen,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder at the look of need and desperation.
“I’m taking you!” he demanded, slipping into the warmth of her body from behind. The strokes began and drew a gasp from her as Callen filled her completely.
Ethan buried his hands in her hair and began kissing the woman deeply, as he was trapped beneath both of them. “I love you,” he mumbled into her mouth as his brother gave her pleasure.
Kissing one man and being invaded by the other was simply too much overload, breaking her apart once more.
Callen drove into her harder, trying to find the perfect depth and speed. When Elizabeth and his brother both moaned, control evaded him. Dropping his head back, he slid into her with a few more strokes and found his release. He shook and shouted her name before collapsing beside them, trying to not crush her or his child. “So damn perfect every time,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath.
Ethan rolled her to her back and leaned against her, as she rested protectively against Callen’s chest.
“Amazing,” she whispered, running her fingers through her husband’s silky black hair.
“Mmmmm hmmmmm,” was Blackhawk’s reply, and he lazily enjoyed the scent of his wife’s shampoo and his brother’s cologne mingling together.
She lay between them, enjoying the peace. “I can’t live without either of you,” Elizabeth said, finally. “I’d be lost.”
Callen kissed her on the shoulder. “You both own my heart.”
Blackhawk rubbed his chin against her skin. “I’ll never love anymore more than I love you two.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip effortlessly into the peace of sleep.
The sound of a baby crying was what pulled her from her rest. Looking around, she was alone in bed. At some point, both of the men in her life had escaped. How they moved her off Callen without her knowing was a mystery. Stretching, she slid out of bed and towards the shower.
It was time to begin her day and focusing on everything they discovered during the profile. All she wanted to do was find the killer, keep her men safe, and get the hell home. Red River wasn’t her favorite place, and now knowing the men could be a target made her that much more anxious to escape.
Washing her hair, she thought about the days plans. It was going to culminate with her scaring the hell out of the tech team until she had something to work with. Then it was going to mean a little visit to council again. Now that the killer might try to take Callen or Ethan, she was willing to go balls to the wall and go shit nuts on each and every one.
Stepping out of the shower, Elizabeth quickly dried off and dressed. Pulling on her beat up jeans and simple fitted shirt, she stared in the mirror. Had anyone told her two years ago that she’d be happily married to a pair of brothers, pregnant, and having two kids already she would have laughed and then smacked them around. This was not what she expected in life, and yet Elizabeth couldn’t imagine it being different.
She rubbed her baby bump, as she slid on her belt buckle. It had been a gift from Ethan, and she wore it daily while pregnant. Slipping into her beat up cowboy boots and clipping her gun to her hip, she was ready to start the day.
“Here we go.”
Downstairs she found the family in the kitchen. Ethan was reading the paper, Callen drinking coffee and holding baby Cat in his one arm. Wyler was helping CJ chase little pieces of banana around his highchair tray.
Bly leaned against the counter watching the men and then finally noticed Elizabeth. “Mrs. Blackhawk, would you like some coffee?” she said, pulling out a coffee mug.
Everyone in the room turned their heads toward her.
“Yes, please.” Elizabeth was going to take a deep breath and try and make peace with the woman. It was obvious that Wyler was being put in a position that was causing him much angst, despite what he said. “When you’re done, I’d like to speak with you in the other room, Ms. Cocheta.”
The woman nodded as she handed Elizabeth a mug.
“What do you want to eat?” inquired Wyler. “We need to feed my grandson.”
Elizabeth watched the woman move stiffly from the room. “I’ll pop some toast as soon as I come back. I need to fix this so we all can have harmony in the house. I don’t like my kids being around this tension. It bothers me.”
Wyler kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” Maybe suggesting Bly was a bad idea. He knew she had a dominant personality and so did Elizabeth. He should have seen that one coming.
“No worries Dad,” she answered. “I’ve played hard ball with scarier people.” Elizabeth headed after the woman.
“There goes the deposit on the house,” stated Callen, grinning. “All that blood is going to be a bitch to get out of the carpet.”
Blackhawk laughed at the look on his father’s face. “Looks like dad’s going to be baking his pies solo,” he snickered, earning a fist bump from his brother at the reference. The sex euphemism never got old for the brothers.
“You two are very funny. If your wife hears you picking on me, you’ll both be joining me on my solo excursion, if you know what I mean.”
Both men stared at each other. Their father was probably right. She would torment them back.
Maybe baking pies was no laughing matter, and they should take it a little more serious.
Elizabeth sat across from the woman, sipping her coffee. “Are you going to be mad at me for a long period of time, Bly?” she inquired. “I get that I rub you the wrong way. I’m not shocked since I have that effect on many people.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated, ringing her hands in her lap.
Elizabeth took the high road. “I’m sorry if our conversation upset you yesterday. I’m very protective of the men in this house. Before Timothy passed away, I promised I’d take care of the ‘Blackhawk boys’. Whenever anyone makes a comment about Callen, Ethan or Wyler, I get testy.”
She nodded.
“I would love to have you be part of our family. Not just as someone that works for us, but because Wyler is very smitten with you. He’s smiling and happy and for that I’ll swallow my stubbornness and words.”
Bly stared at her.
“Callen had a rough childhood and life. I don’t want him hurt. Sometimes I defend first and think later. I have no doubt that you’re an excellent mother and raised amazing kids, but I need to adjust to having a strong female figure in the house. Give me time. I’m honestly trying.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt Callen’s feelings. Things were different when I was married.”
Elizabeth understood that. “We’re not the conventional family, and I understand how that can be overlooked. I want you to like being here. I hope that you and Wyler pursue a relationship, and I wish we could be friends.”
Bly decided to meet her halfway. “I care a great deal about Wyler, and I love working for this family.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “I don’t want you to think of this as a job. I want you to think of us as part of you. If the weekly paycheck is what’s causing this tension, I’ll write you one check for a year’s worth of work. Then the rest of the year you can see us as family.”
The woman was touched. “I’m sorry I’m bossy. I’ll try and lighten up.”
It was all she could ask. Standing Elizabeth held out her hand. “Come on, let’s go get coffee and torment the men.”
Bly accepted her hand and held it as they walked into t
he kitchen. “We may never have control of this house again with all this testosterone, Bly, but at least we can rattle their cages as much as possible.”
The woman laughed, deciding it took a big person to apologize.
Once back in the kitchen, the men all stared at the two women as they walked in together. Everything appeared to be fine and the storm had passed.
“Elizabeth, let me make your toast,” offered Bly.
“Thank you, Ma’am. I’d appreciate that greatly,” she replied, taking a seat between the men.
“Wyler, what would you like to eat?” Bly inquired.
Callen grinned at his brother. “Dad was just saying how he had a craving for pie.”
Blackhawk started choking on his coffee that his brother went there with Bly in the room.
Elizabeth sipped from her mug. “I’d love pie myself. Sadly, Callen’s going on a pie free diet, since he’s getting a little too big for his britches,” she stated, giving him the look. “As in zero, nada and none until our children are in college if he keeps it up.”
He looked horrified.
Wyler had a smug look on his face. “Told you so,” he said, leaning down to kiss his daughter-in-law on the cheek before getting more coffee. “She’s absolutely my favorite,” he winked at his sons.
Neither man doubted it.
Catherine began crying, and Callen tried to calm her down.
“Where’s her pacifier?” questioned Elizabeth.
Blackhawk went to stand. “I have some in the Denali. I’ll go out.”
Elizabeth stood. “Have a seat, Cowboy. I’ll go.” She walked towards the door, snagging the keys from the counter. “Poor little Cat. I’ll fix you up real soon.”
Outside the house, she disengaged the locks, standing far enough away from the vehicle. After the last time, she learned her lesson. Almost being blown up would do that to a person.
In the back of the Denali, Elizabeth found the little sack with the package of pacifiers. As she started back towards the house, they fell from a tear in the bottom of the bag.
“Crap,” she muttered, bending down to grab them. That’s when something white caught in her peripheral caught her attention. She stared at the bull bar and grill of the Denali. “Oh shit,” she muttered, going back into the trunk and pulling out two rubber gloves. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
The killer had been there.
He’d found her family.
Pulling the feather from the grill, she carried it to the kitchen.
“Did you have a hard time finding them, Baby?” asked Blackhawk. When she didn’t answer he turned around.
“We had company last night.”
Everyone looked at the object in her hand.
“Oh shit,” muttered Callen, standing.
Blackhawk jumped up from the chair, alarm racing through his body. “Where did you find that?”
Elizabeth was physically shaking. “It was in the grill of our vehicle.”
Everyone understood the implications.
She glanced over at Wyler and Bly. “Pack everything up. I want you both and the kids out of here as soon as possible.”
Wyler nodded, grabbing CJ from his highchair and heading out of the kitchen.
Bly gently took Catherine and the pacifiers. “We’ll be gone in twenty minutes,” she reassured Elizabeth.
“You make sure Wyler takes the long way home. Take a scenic route and head to FBI West first. Park in the garage, switch out the SUV for a Denali and head home with that. I don’t want you both going directly to the house in my car in case you are followed.”
Bly patted her on the cheek. “We will dear.”
When she was gone, Elizabeth stared at both men. “You both should go with her.”
Ethan knew hell would freeze over first. “Not going to happen.”
“We’re not leaving you here, Angel.”
Elizabeth rushed towards them, going into their bodies and burying her face in Ethan’s shoulder. “Please don’t let him take you,” she whispered to both men. “I can’t go on without either of you.”
Both men closed around her protectively and stared at each other. A silent message was passed between them.
They would all be going home together.
One way or another.
Tori woke to an empty bed. It seemed that Julian was once again battling demons, and choosing to do it alone. They were going to have a discussion soon about how his choices were making her feel like she wasn’t part of the relationship.
At first she thought he’d gone out to the horses and for a ride, but they were both there and this time his motorcycle was missing. Maybe he went for the paper.
She was getting worried, especially since Elizabeth told them last night to stick together. Sending him a text message, she prayed he’d reply.
Tori decided to turn on the coffee and grab a shower while she worried more. Once the pot was started, she wandered through their living room and into their bathroom. There was no sign that Julian had shaved, so hopefully he’d be returning soon.
Turning on the water, she stripped from the t-shirt covering her body. It was the one he’d been wearing the previous day, and it smelled like his aftershave. Standing under the water, Tori relaxed into the heat as the warmth wrapped around her.
She was so lost in the moment that the motion behind her was missed. When arms pushed her forward against the tile, her first instinct was to fight.
“I need you,” he whispered in her ear as his hands began their assault.
“Julian,” she replied, being spun around. His eyes looked haunted and there was no peace to be found in his face.
“I need to forget for a while, Victoria,” he pleaded. While she slept, Julian had snuck out, going to his father’s burial site. Sitting there, he thought he’d find calm, but all that filled him was anger and pain. “Save me.”
Tori would die for the man, offering him peace was a small thing after all he gave her. Slipping the necklace he’d once given her from her neck, she placed it over his head. “You need this now, Julian. It’ll chase what follows you and keep you safe. I’ll take care of the rest.”
His eyes filled with tears and pain.
“Take what you need,” she offered. “I love you.”
Julian took that moment to pull her mouth to his and plunder, trying desperately to find any iota of peace. Need crashed through him as he pressed her against the cold tiles, seeking solace. “So empty,” he muttered into her mouth.
Tori held on through the storm. She’d never seen Julian like this before. It was as if he was trying to climb into her to find a safe place to hide. “I’m here,” she whispered as his hands wandered her body, stroking, touching and taking.
He wanted to be gentle, but everything in him was demanding that he just take and forget for a while. He grabbed her by the back of the hair, pulling her head back to have access to her throat. Julian left a trail of kisses to the valley between her breasts. “I need you, Victoria. I need you so much.”
Her heart ached at his words. “I’m here, Jules. I’ll always be here,” she reassured.
As he dropped to his knees, he stared up into her smoky blue eyes. Everything in his heart wanted to tell her all the words trapped there. Instead, he allowed his hands and mouth to tell the story. Diving into her warmth, he explored the familiarity of her body. As she moaned, he wanted more and more with her.
“Julian,” she whispered, sliding her hands into his wet hair. All her nerve endings quivered as he touched her in just the right spots. When he nipped her, she shattered and prayed her legs would hold her up.
He waited until her body stopped vibrating before he stood. “I want to feel you around me,” he stated, lifting her.
Tori wrapped her legs around his waist and slid him into her body. “Julian,” she gasped, right before his mouth took hers again. He didn’t move in her, simply continued devouring her.
“Our bed,” he muttered, carrying her from the bathroo
m. Laying her in the center of their mattress, he remained connected. “Forgive me,” he whispered, as he began the invasion. There was no gentleness now, only the need flowing from his body. Julian couldn’t control the desire and buried himself repeatedly in the woman that gave him peace.
She gasped and arched into him as he began finding pleasure in her. “Julian,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders, the slight pain offering distraction from the hurt in his heart.
“God, Victoria. I need more,” he muttered, as he stared down into her beautiful face. Nothing would save his heart but her. It was battered, bruised and needed her love. Only the woman beneath him would heal him.
Her body shook again. “Julian, so close,” she whispered, meeting his body thrust for thrust.
“Ohhh Tori,” he moaned, feeling the end fast approaching. When she shattered around him, luring his body to the precipice, he let go to fall into the bliss. Colors cascaded and the world ceased to exist. All there was in life was the woman beneath him.
Tori lay pressed against him, running her hands over his back offering comfort. “It’s okay, Julian. I’m here and never leaving you,” she promised. “We can get through anything.”
He nodded and allowed himself a minute of weakness as the tears came, fell, and offered relief from the pain in his heart. For that one moment he found what he was looking for with the love of his life.
Escape.
The three packed up Elizabeth’s SUV and hurriedly loaded up their two children. Placing kisses on each of their heads, they closed the doors and waved goodbye. Now it was a matter of Wyler protecting their family as he drove away.
“Let’s get inside. I don’t want to be standing out here,” stated Elizabeth, concerned for the men in her life.
“Me either,” added Callen, placing his body protectively alongside his pregnant partner.
Ethan mimicked the action as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the office. Calmly he requested security to allow Wyler in with the kids and to assist him in transferring the children to one of the Denali’s. He tagged it important and explained the situation. Security was more than happy to help keep his little ones safe, no questions asked.
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