Slay Bells Ring (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 12) (42 page)

When his eyes filled with tears, she brought her mouth to his.

Ethan didn't hesitate. She was riding his brother, but she was wiggling that truly amazing ass.

It was Christmas.

He was giving himself the gift that kept on giving.

Moving closer, she felt him approach. As his fingers explored, spreading about the wetness, she knew what was coming.

Elizabeth didn't mind.

She couldn’t wait to have them both in her.

As she stopped moving, Callen admired her. Even on the other side of forty, she was beautiful. Every freckle on her nose, every little line—they were well earned and made the woman above him.

“I've never met a more amazing woman,” he admitted.

She went to speak, but Ethan was wiggling his way into her body.

It stole Elizabeth’s breath.

They’d be taking her, and she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed.

As he found his way home, she was pressed between to amazing men. This was the perfect Christmas present, and it didn't cost anything.

But it meant all.

As he began his ride, he pushed her up and down Callen’s erection. All three moaned as she was filled. They could feel their erections brushing as Elizabeth closed around them.

They had lied. There were boundaries crossed, but that was only their business. This was love, and it meant everything.

They were in heaven.

They were also in hell.

Neither man wanted to explode. They wanted to stay on this ride for as long as possible.

They moved together like a well-oiled machine.

It wasn’t the first time they’d made love, and it wouldn’t be the last.

As Elizabeth moaned, the men could feel her shaking around them. Instead of fighting it, Ethan picked up the pace, the perspiration beading on his brow.

Callen held on as Elizabeth was forced up and down his body. There was nothing better. Her breasts bounced, her lips were parted, and there was pleasure on her face.

Before either man could say anything, she ruptured apart, their names on her lips.

It started the explosion.

As her body milked theirs, they had no choice but to succumb to the pleasure.

Callen exploded first, pouring hotly into her body as she shivered in his arms.

Ethan was right behind.

Literally.

He shattered apart, a hot wave of heat pumping into the woman he loved. Then he fell, trying not to crush her with his weight.

Immediately, Callen braced his brother with his large hand.

They drifted in the bliss.

When they rolled off each other, they were a mess, but didn't care. True love wasn’t always neat and orderly. Sometimes, it was raw and chaotic.

“I love you both,” she said, between them. It was all she could get out. Exhaustion, pregnancy, and work had worn her down. Now she needed to recharge.

Screw dinner.

She wanted sleep.

The men didn't move. As Elizabeth fell asleep, they let her use them as her pillow. They’d live without eating.

This was too important.

Ethan reached into his suitcase next to the bed. Handing his brother an energy bar, they both tried not to move.

“Ethan?”

He glanced over, still mostly trapped beneath Elizabeth. “Yes?”

“Happy early Christmas.”

He grinned. “You too, bro. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They ate, and then followed their woman into sleep. It didn't matter where she went, her champions would follow.

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

The torture had begun.

As he tied them down, he kept their mouths gagged. They weren’t as far away from the other houses as they would have liked, so that meant they needed to be careful.

Besides, no one wanted to hear them beg.

It was monotonous.

At first, he was going to put them in separate rooms, but he opted to make the man watch.

Oh, he knew what would make him weep. Not only was he being physically tortured, but mentally too.

As the female begged, he didn't stop.

She stared at the woman, perched on the counter watching them, there was pain in her eyes.

“Bonnie, my sweet, rough him up.”

She moved to stand before the man, and with her Taser, she ran it over his erection.

“This is going to hurt. I promise.”

With that, she hit the button.

He wailed through the gag, his body flailing. As Clyde used the woman, she destroyed the man.

Perfection had its price.

And they were going to pay dearly.

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

Saturday Morning

When they woke, Callen made them breakfast. They knew she had to be starving. The proof was in watching their woman inhale her food. After plowing through her bagel, Ethan gave her half of his, and Callen gave her his orange juice.

When she did eat, it was no holds barred. Neither man minded in the least and Elizabeth loved it.

One of the things she enjoyed about being pregnant was the way the men doted on her. They always made sure she was well fed.

What woman didn't like that?

After finishing up, they headed to the morgue. They had a few tails on their way there, since some of the reporters were still following them. For the most part, they were ignored.

It was best this way.

They were like the flies on an elephants back. Yes, they irritated you, but they didn't cause any harm. For now, they’d tolerate them.

At the morgue, she found everyone there. They were waiting for her, and she could tell that they didn't find anything new.

“Absolutely nothing?” she asked, reading their expressions.

Chris ran down the list. “Same knife, wounds, samples, and torture were found on all the victims. There’s nothing new. We have Taser burns, and it’s the same Taser. I don’t know what to tell you, Elizabeth, but we can’t give you much more.”

She glanced over at her agents. “Tell me you found something.”

“There’s nothing in the financials. We’re still running Alessandra and Antonio. Give us a couple hours, and we might have something—if there’s anything to find.”

She was getting pissed.

How the bloody hell could two people kill six individuals and not leave a trail behind?

She was either getting slow in her old age, or the criminals were getting smarter.

God!

She hoped it wasn’t the latter.

“Where’s your partner?” she asked Dakota.

“She had to handle a few things on some other cases. She’s at our hotel making calls. Delaney will be back as soon as she can. This isn’t our only case, and we have a few other fugitives we’re after.”

She understood.

“I’m on my own today, and since you promised an interview…”

Yeah, she’d promised, but they all knew he couldn’t do it alone.

“Where am I headed to?” he asked.

“The deputy’s house needs to be searched.”

Ethan and Callen knew what that meant. They were going to be splitting up. While no one wanted that, they knew the reality of it.

They didn't have a choice.

“I think I should go,” Callen offered. “If Bonnie and Clyde are after us, we should make it hard for them. If we’re not together, they can’t grab us both.”

He had a point.

“We have a better shot at overpowering one frontal attack than two.”

“Are you sure?” Ethan asked. “I don’t mind hanging out with the Marshal.”

Callen, ever the calm partner, took one for the team, suspecting that wasn’t entirely the truth. “I’m on it.”

Dakota grabbed his gear. “Great. I’d love a partner,” he offered, trying to be friendly. The last thing they needed was aggression in the ranks. He could be a team player.

Before Callen could head out, she stopped him. “Hey, handsome?”

He waited.

Elizabeth did something she didn't always do. Crossing to him, she pointed at her team.

“Close your eyes and count to twenty.”

Chris Leonard laughed, but they all obeyed.

Elizabeth didn't like giving the rumor mill details, but the paper had pretty much outed them. So, she kissed him in the morgue.

As Elizabeth’s lips found his, Callen’s arms wrapped around her body.  While she was held against his torso, she made the most of it.

Fingers found his long brown hair, and she used it to hold his mouth steady.

When she finally set him free, just as the team was about to hit twenty, she could feel his body reacting to her touch.

It heated her blood.

Staring into his chocolatey brown eyes, Elizabeth wiped some lip gloss from his lip. “Be safe, okay? Don’t let the Marshal talk you into anything stupid.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Do I get a kiss too?” Dakota asked.

Callen scowled at him. “Do I get to punch you in the face until you bleed?”

Elizabeth snorted.

“That’s a disaster waiting to happen,” Ethan admitted.

She was well aware.

“Kevlar!” she yelled as an afterthought.

Callen grinned and winked as the door closed.

Now she had to face the music. Turning toward her team, she crossed her arms over her chest. “I swear to God, I’ll hurt you if you say a single word.”

Tony cleared his throat, but Merry knew the boss lady wasn’t kidding. Her hand found his mouth to save his life. Instead, she changed the subject.

“Uh, is it too early to start up the baby pool?”

Her team was getting bold. Before, they would have waited for her to be out of the room. As Chris opened his mouth, she pointed at her two doctors. “They know the father and approximate due date. They can’t play.”

They both scowled as she ruined their advantage.

Merry offered her a fist bump. “Thanks, boss.”

Ethan was amused. “While Callen and Dakota are out searching that house, we’re going to head to the travel agency. We have a date with Juliet Singer. If you find something, call us.”

They all saluted as she headed out.

Once outside, Ethan stopped her in the hall.

“What?”

“We’re suiting up too. I have a bad feeling.”

She completely understood. “Christ, Ethan, so do I. I want to get this case done and get the hell out of here. The hairs are standing up on the back of my neck. I feel like we’re being watched.”

He did too.

“We’re out of here soon. Hang in there, baby.”

Yeah, she knew that was easier said than done. They were trapped there until the killers were found.

Time was running out.

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

He snuck away.

Clyde had told his girl that he was going for some supplies, and that wasn’t exactly a lie.

No, it was true, but he was taking a detour before he got them. There was something he was compelled to do.

He needed to take one of them out.

Clyde knew the original plan was to take and torture them, but honestly, he found a much better target.

The two Feds expected it, and that wouldn’t work.

No, it would be too easy.

They would expect him to come for them, and they’d be ready. Instead, he was going to let them fear it, all the while doing the exact opposite.

It was time to switch it up.

After all, this was his game, and he didn't have to answer to anyone. Not his girl, not the FBI, and not the US Marshals who hunted them.

No, in this case, they all would bow to him.

He was the one picking and killing, and before the holiday hit, he’d add more bodies to the count.