Redemption is Here (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 9) (30 page)

“Oh
God, oh God, oh God,” she moaned, her body bowing beneath the attention.

When Ethan add
ed his fingers, she shattered in complete bliss. Unfortunately for her, they were nowhere near being ready to stop.

Both men were starving and needed the only thing she could offer.

All of her.

“Again,
” Ethan whispered, finding the most sensitive part of her body. With a swirl of his tongue, he teased her more. While his desperation demanded he be rough, Ethan knew Callen would push the limits when he had his chance. For now, he was taking it easy on her.

He couldn’t wait to watch her come undone.

Elizabeth’s body tingled with satisfaction as the men pushed onward. “Please,” she begged.

“It’s too late now, Elizabeth,” Callen re
plied, leaving little bites all the way across her breasts and shoulders. When he reached her mouth, he began pummeling her with a brutal kiss.

Ethan could feel her grinding against his eager mouth. It wouldn’t be long before she
would fall apart again.

The kiss consumed her. Elizabeth could feel the tremors building. As she clung to the precipice, Ethan found that one spot with his very eager fingers.

The explosion happened.

Callen swallowed her shout,
continuing to kiss her until he felt the tap on his back. As they’d done so many times before, Callen and Ethan switched places.

Without hesitation, Ethan began feasting on her swollen breasts. Callen also dove in, dining on Elizabeth at her weakest
moment.

“Please, no,” she begged and was
completely ignored.

Callen became frustrated with her undergarments
, only to rip them from her body. It pulled a gasp from her lips as he dove in.

“Oh Christ!” she muttered
, as his mouth and fingers repeatedly broke her down.

Ethan watched her with his dark eyes. There was nothing more erotic than
having the pleasure of seeing a strong woman come undone. “Who’s the plaything now, Elizabeth?” he asked, as he went back to one of her breasts.

“Oh God! I am. I’m your plaything,” she
admitted, giving him anything that he wanted. With her words, Callen pushed her off into the bliss yet again. Only, she couldn’t enjoy the fall. True to form, Callen, the lover of pain, started right back on her again.

“More,” he muttered, working her hard and fast.

Ethan loved every second of it, and they were nowhere near done. With his mouth, he worked his way to her lips.

“Who own
s you, Elizabeth?” he asked, loving the expression on her face. It was so full of lust, need, and desire, that it made him want to tear off his clothes and take her over and over.

“You and Callen,” she whispered
, teetering precariously on the edge. When Callen buried his fingers in her body, tickling the deepest spot, she fell once more.

Everything stopped around her as she drifted.

While their woman was lost in the bliss, Ethan and Callen stripped. Grabbing their keys, they set her arms free. If she thought this was it, she was mistaken.

As soon as she surfaced, the demands began.
“Get up,” Callen ordered.

Elizabeth did what he asked.

“Now, it’s your turn to use your mouth,” he said, taking a spot beside his brother, against the headboard.

Willingly, she crawled toward him. This meant her body would have a moment of peace before she knew what was coming. The men, when they got bossy in bed, generally liked to watch her ride
them.

With her hand, she stroked Ethan. Her lips sought Callen, and when they closed over the head of
his erection, he gasped in complete bliss.

“Oh yeah, Lyzee
! Use that mouth of yours!” Callen hissed, as she began worshipping him. He was mesmerized by the slide of his erection from between her lips.

“More,” Ethan said, as he enjoyed her hand stroking his
sensitized flesh. To him, there was nothing hotter than what was unfolding before him. Her hand was steadily heating him up, while her mouth worked his brother closer to the edge.

The room was filled with their combined moans and the wet sucking sound from Elizabeth.

Callen knew he was close. While they’d pushed her hard, he knew she was pregnant with their child. He’d have a little mercy. “Ethan’s turn.”

Without missing a beat, Elizabeth’s head went from
his lap to Ethan’s. When her hand couldn’t locate the engorged part of his body fast enough, Callen helped her out.

“Keep going,” Ethan whispered, as he closed his eyes. He was close, and he didn't want this to ever end. In fact, he planned on making Elizabeth work for it. “This is your
punishment for being too big for your own britches,” he said, tossing her own phrase at her.

As if to tell him to off, Elizabeth added a little scrape of teeth into the mix.
They may think they were driving this little sex fest, but the truth was right there- she was the boss.

Ethan’s body shook.

Callen was on the edge.

“Stop,” Ethan stated. “Now, you ride until we tell you to stop.”

Her body was already heated back up. There was no doubt that she loved this part. There was something powerful about being able to control their lovemaking.

It was time to enjoy her men.

Climbing across Ethan’s body first, she enjoyed the view. With a slow glide, Elizabeth slid him home. Immediately, her hands went to the raven tattoo on his chest. Her fingers traced it, as she began bouncing in his lap.

His heart skipped. The loving ministrations across his scars always undid him.

“More,” he demanded, placing his hands on her hips. With powerful arms, he drove her down his body and back up again.

“Oh God!” she moaned, as she rode her Cowboy. “So sensitive,” she whispered, loving the way he was enjoying it too.

Then, he pulled her off his body. “Callen’s turn,” he said, slapping her on the ass as she straddled the other man.

“Come on, angel. I want to watch you bounce in my lap,” Callen stated, leaning back to let her work for it.

“Cal,” she muttered, as he bucked his hips up to hit that one spot, repeatedly.

“Come on, Lyzee. I want you to scream my name.”
Callen knew he was close. When he reached up to squeeze her breasts, the tremors began. “Keep going and don’t stop,” he ordered, as he felt her begin to shatter. “Take me with you, angel.”

Elizabeth exploded apart, but with the help of Callen’s big hands on her hips and Ethan’s on her back, she managed to stay upright and finish her ride.

“Oh shit!” Callen shouted, as the world around him exploded apart. His orgasm hit, and he nearly drowned in the power of it all.

As he rode it out, he could feel Elizabeth being yanked from his body and placed on their bed.

“My turn,” hissed Ethan in her ear as he found her and invaded without warning.  He struggled to get in as her muscles rippled in pleasured protest. Once sheathed, Ethan knew the fun was about to begin.

Elizabeth arched as her husband drove himself home,
burying himself so very deep inside her body with his full length. As he worked his way in and out, he stared down into her eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered,
sharing his heart with his woman.

Elizabeth couldn’t talk.
At that point, she was on sensory overload. With each slam of his hips into her body, she was lifted off the mattress. Finally, she regained speech. “More Ethan. I want more,” she begged, burying her nails in his shoulders.

He gave her what she asked for
, even as he was so close to the edge. When her body tightened down on his, Ethan knew he was lost.

With one last thrust, he shoved them both of
f the edge and into the ecstasy. They both tumbled, and Callen was there to keep him from crushing her beneath him.

Time stopped.

Breathing was heavy.

Finally, Elizabeth spoke, “Yeah, you two are my arm candy. I don’t care what the hell you say.”

Both men helped get her out of her tangled clothes. When she was safely tucked between them, Ethan finally spoke, “Let this be a lesson to you, Elizabeth,” Blackhawk muttered, curling along one side of her.

Callen laughed. “
We’re bad ass.”

“Yee haw,” she muttered, before exhaustion won the battle.

Now, this was the proper way to end a night.

                                 *     *     *

He placed the body in the perfect spot. If the Feds were going to search outside the fence for the dead, he’d place them where they’d never think to look.

From now on, they’d be h
idden among the permanent residents.

After carefully carrying him to the crypt, he placed
the sinner inside. While he would prefer to bury him, there wouldn’t be time. Besides, no one would look here.

It was too obvious.

As he placed the little dog right beside him, he stepped back to admire his handy work.

Yeah, this was perfect. Where better to
put the reaped victims, but where God wanted them?

The crypt was big enough that it would hold another couple of bodies if need be. Plus, there was enough frankincense to keep them preserved.

Maybe this was how he should have done it the first time.

Well, lesson learned.

It didn't matter about the first four.

God would forgive him.

Pulling out his rosary, he began praying for this one’s soul. Each bead moved through his fingers reverently as the words were silently sent to God.

Despite it all, this
was another job well done.

                                 *     *     *

When they arrived back from the morgue, Jaxon wasn’t really talkative. Instead, she took her shower and retreated to the second bedroom.

To say he was disappointed would be an understatement. As he lay there in bed, a part of him hoped she’d head back out to the couch, so he could keep her company.

Instead, the house was silent.

Damn it!

For a while, Tony wondered if he’d done something wrong. He mulled it over and over again in his brain until it threatened to make him crazy.

Finally, Tony gave up.

Closing his eyes, he
had just begun drifting to that comfortable place between awareness and sleep, when he heard the light knock.

“Tony?” came the soft voice.

He couldn’t believe it! This had to be a dream. He’d wished for her to show up and here she was!

“Yeah, Jax, come on in,” he
calmly replied, his blood pounding in his ears. “Are you okay?” he asked, as she stood there in the doorway in an oversized shirt. She looked so frail and delicate.

“I can’t sleep. Can I stay with you?”
she asked, hoping the man before her wouldn’t deny her request. If he did, she was in for a really bad night.

He almost didn't know what to say. “Are you sick?”

Yeah, she most definitely was, and it was all in her head. As she lay in her bed, Jaxon was scared stupid. It was all the bodies with flesh, open eyes, and gaping wounds. She wasn’t accustomed to it, and it was making her life hell. Where she believed that she couldn’t see worse atrocities than she already had, she was wrong. What wouldn’t she give to have every victim from here on out only be bones?

She knew that i
t was the only way she could face them down.

Today was horrifying
on so many levels.

“Yes, honey, come here,” he offered, lifting the blanket back for her to climb into bed with him.

Without hesitation, she scampered toward him and onto the mattress. As her body came to rest against his, the scent of his soap offered her peace.

“I keep seeing them,” she whispered, as her head rested over his chest.

Tony couldn’t breathe. Instead, he simply wrapped his arms around her. As she cuddled closer, he knew he was in for a long restless night.

Already his body was aching with this simple touch.
Never before in all his life had he been forced to not take what he wanted. Now, he wasn’t allowed the forbidden fruit.

Damn it, karma!

“It’s okay, honey. I’m here. They can’t get you now,” he whispered, offering her reassurance.

“Thank you, Tony.”

He swallowed. “Sure thing, Jax. It’s not a problem.”

Only, that was a big fat lie.