Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) (58 page)

“Can you make us a copy?” Elizabeth asked. “If this becomes evidence, it’ll be backlogged until a trial. I don’t want to inconvenience you
or the IRS.”

He readily agreed
.

The three of them shared the exact same look. It was an amazing streak of luck that the man had the fortitude to
do the research on all of this. It was quite possible that this might be something that helped them find a lead into the killer’s life.

When he returned to his seat, he circled
the information before passing it to the Feds.

Ethan stared down at it and grinned. “I
still can’t believe that you have this.”

He shrugged
noncommittally. “I’m a CPA. We keep everything.”

                                *   *   *

Cyra was lying on her belly on their bed doing searches on her tablet for everything that Elizabeth had requested. She had yet to tell Chris their evening plans. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure how to even bring it up.

‘Hey, guess what! I have satanic sex rites to watch with you tonight. Got popcorn?’

Somehow, any way that she thought about bringing it up felt weird and creepy. Here, they were just newly dating and this would be odd.

At the click of the door, she
and Rex glanced up to see him finally arriving. He was carrying take out containers and his messenger bag over his shoulder. “Hey honey, I’m home.”

She stared laughing. God, she wanted to just kiss him senseless.

“You said something in your text about videos, and I figured some really good Italian and a bottle of wine would make it perfect.” Chris pulled it from his bag. “Then we can toss in some naked making out and the night will be amazing.”

She hoped
that he would feel that way when he found out what they had been relegated to handle. “Want to get comfortable?” she asked, patting the bed beside her.

He kicked off his shoes and grabbed the wine. “Want to get drunk and have sex?”

Giggling, she leaned over to kiss him. “I would say yes, but we can’t. We’re working tonight.”

“I
thought that we were watching movies and eating lasagna.” Or just making out and having sex. Chris would skip the wine and the food any day when it came to her.

“I wish
that were the case.” She popped the disk in the laptop and hit play. When the scene came on the screen, he leaned forwards, and his mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit, we’re having
a date night with satanic porn.”

She laughed
and hit pause. “We’re to watch all these disks and find anyone associated with this assignment.”

He shook his head. “I can’t believe
my girlfriend and I are going to watch a bunch of Satanists having sex.” Then he glanced over. “You’re a total freak. Next time I pick the porn.”

She slapped him and couldn’t help but laugh. “I wanted to have sex
and roll around naked without the videos, but Elizabeth gave us this little assignment. We’re to look at the faces and find her a suspect.”

Chris grinned over at her. “Yeah, I’m sure the faces are exactly what will have my attention.”

Cyra snickered. “Christopher, do you want to tell her we didn't do it?”

He shook his head. Chris knew
that he was in enough trouble since they lost DNA. If Elizabeth wanted them to watch pornographic Satan sex acts, he wasn’t about to say no.

Pushing play
again, they both sat there and stared at the screen. When there was a loud moan, Chris actually blushed.

Cyra glanced over. “What?”

“I didn't think I’d ever be watching porn with a girl in the first week of dating. Our sex life hasn’t started to fizzle quite yet. The porn is a little premature.”

She leaned over
to take his mouth with hers. Pulling away, she stared into his eyes. “It never will never fizzle. I can promise you that much.”

His heart skipped in his chest at her words
.

They went back to their watching,
and he oddly was at peace. You would think that it would be horribly uncomfortable to watch a bunch of men in black robes having intercourse with a hapless victim, but Cyra was making it easy.

Everything about her was like that. Rarely did she make him feel less
than at peace. With her, he was the luckiest man in the entire world.

Again, she glanced over. “You okay?”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

He didn't know if he should say it, but he figured why not. After everything that they had been through, he’d risk it. “I love you.”

She hit stop and sat up, staring at him like he’d said something so ridiculous. “What?”

“I said, ‘
I love you’
. That’s what I was thinking about.”

Suddenly, all the air had left her body, and she swore
that she was going to pass out. Those were the sweetest words that he could ever say to her, and here she was shocked they came out so soon.

“I just wanted to let you know,” he stated
, as he went back to watching the video. Now, he felt like an idiot. What was he thinking? He just said the most important phrase to her while watching demonic porn.

W
hat an idiot.

“Chris
topher?”

He glanced up at her. “Yes?”

“I love you too.”

Now
, it was his turn to feel the air rush from his body in one big ‘
whoosh’
.

“I
’m madly in love with you, and I don’t think I’ll ever feel like this for anyone else. You make me very happy.”

Chris simply stared at her, unsure what to say. He wanted to jump up and down on the bed in glee.

He caught the girl.
Check
.

He got the girl to
repeatedly have sex with him.
Check.

The goddess was moving into his mausoleum.
Check
.

Now he
actually managed to get her to reciprocate his love.

Check
! Check! Check!

This was pretty damn amazing!

“Maybe we can take a little break and celebrate this moment?”

“Anything you want,
sweetheart,” he replied grinning.

“I want you, Christopher
, more than anything in the world, right now,” she whispered, teasing his ear with her teeth. “Close the laptop.”

She didn't have to ask twice
. Immediately, Chris shut it and placed it on the floor. When his precious Cyra moved into his body and took his glasses from his face he wanted to shout in sheer celebration. As her hand promptly moved through his hair and pulled his mouth to hers in a searing kiss, the euphoria spread like wildfire.

Maybe
the catalyst was the words that they had both declared, but everything felt different. Now, it was so much more. At that moment, what they’d both just found in each other had become all that would ever matter.

This was everything.

Rolling with her, he placed her beneath his body, as he stared into her eyes. “I am the luckiest man in the world,” he admitted
as he left kisses down her jaw, to her throat, and the vee of her shirt. Once to the top button, he used his fingers to unwrap his prize. Now, he wanted to make love to his gorgeous, precious treasure. When her shirt was open, he left a trail of kisses down her body, until he found the button of her pants. “I want you so bad, Cyra,” he muttered. Adeptly, he flicked it open and pulled them down her hips, taking her lacy panties with them.

It was then
that he found what he craved.

Exploring her body, he became addicted to her taste. It was like honey on his tongue, and he knew there’d never be enough of her to satisfy him. He could do this daily, hourly, and every minute of the day and he’
d still crave her.

“Chris!” she moaned, as he found just the right spot. The doctor had some skills when it came to the female anatomy.

Holy Moses!

When he nipped her, she tumbled headlong into the heat, calling his name.

He heard her breathy moans and gasps, as she called to him over and over. As her body shook, he knew she was close. When she fell, he slid up her body and stared down into her face. “You’re amazing,” he said honestly.

She brought him down to her lips to kiss him more, as she rolled with him again, placing him on the bottom. It was her turn, as she opened his shirt
and ran the tip of her tongue over his nipples and towards his lower body.

“Oh Cyra,” he muttered, as she rubbed him through the material of his pants. “God, I want you so bad.”

She smiled at him and it stole his breath.

“I’ll always give you what you want,”
Cyra promised, flicking his pants open as she slid the zipper down. It was fun to watch his body quake under her fingers. Pulling down his boxers slightly, he sprung free. As she glanced up at him, both were partially dressed, and she had to grin. Regardless of the satanic porn, it still turned into a pretty great date night.

Straddling his body, she watched his eyes as she slipped him home. They went blurry, as the pleasure was so much that he had to fight to not fall over the edge. Giving him a moment, she left kisses across his face, cheeks
, and throat. The scent of him was so perfect, that it made her crazy with want and need.

“Cyra,” he slid his hand into her hair. “I love you so much,” he muttered, as she began moving.

Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you too, Christopher. I promise that I always will,” she answered, using his body to bring them both complete pleasure.

He’d never had this before. This unconditional love was astounding. He relaxed into their joining
and let it all fill him.

As her strokes became faster,
Chris could feel the tightening in his lower body, and knew he was close.

Cyra slid down him once more
and it ended up being too much to take. Her body shook in perfect timing with his. Then suddenly, she was falling and dropping into the warmth of his arms, as he held her to him. All she could hear were the promises of him never letting go.

Her heart soared
.

Silence filled the room as t
here was nothing more to say. Cyra and Chris simply enjoyed what love had brought together.

They reveled in what death had helped them find.

Elizabeth was
lying on their bed and staring up at the ceiling as she mulled the information over and over in her head. She was trying to remember everything that Ethan had given them in the profile, and tie it all together in her mind.

It wou
ld be so much easier if the white board was in their room, and she could use it as a frame of reference.

She could feel both men staring at her from across the room. Ethan was working on FBI West
work that he’d been sent, and Callen was picking their dinner out of a take-out menu.

“Okay,” she said, sitting up. “I want to start working on that phone number from Lewis Keys.”

Ethan handed her the tablet that was sitting beside him on the table. “The number is in the notes section,” he directed, his eyes never leaving his work.

She was amused at his multi-tasking skills. “Thank you,
handsome.”

“I’
ve ordered us pizza, and while your reverse number search runs, Lyzee, do you want to call dad?” Callen asked, knowing that she could use a few minutes of down time.

“Hell
yeah I do! I miss me some rolly-polly, pudge balls,” she replied, glancing over at Ethan. “Can you stop for a few minutes?”

He glanced up
, grinning. “For my kids, I’ll stop forever,” he reassured as he hopped onto the bed beside her, and they took their positions to stare at the screen. They waited, until Wyler’s face appeared.

“Hello everyone,” he stated
. Boy, was he glad to see them. He’d been increasingly edgy the last few days while they were away, and couldn’t wait until they returned. The dream he had was replaying over and over again each night, and it was making him crazy.

“Hi Dad!” they all said together.

Ethan took over. “How are the kids? Are you managing okay?”

Wyler held the tablet up
and pointed it at Cat, who was sitting in her highchair chasing O’s with chubby little fingers.

Elizabeth missed her
terribly. “Little Cat, Momma misses her princess so much! When I get home, we’re going shopping. I promise!”