True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) (42 page)

“Don’t wait up for us,” said Whitefox.
He was completely distracted by the transformation before him. Desdemona Adare managed to catch him completely off guard.

“Oh, we won’t,” answered his brother. When they walked out the front door, he grinned over at his wife.

“Wait until they’ve left the driveway. They could always come back in, and then what?” she grinned, wickedly.

“Good point,” he said, sitting on the couch.

When they heard the Denali drive away, Elizabeth pointed at the food. “You bring that, and I’ll meet you up in our room.”

Blackhawk watched his wife walk away, and he rubbed his hands together. The kids were out, and the parents were going to have a sex fest and then Chinese food naked in bed.

The night couldn’t get any better.

Desdemona
continually snuck little peeks over at the man she was going on a date with that evening. She was definitely sure he was the sexiest man in the world. The fact that he put on dress clothes and looked as amazing as he did was making her have a really hard time focusing.

“You do look
great tonight,” he said, driving. He was infinitely glad that he borrowed his brother’s dress attire. She looked too good to be with a man in jeans, and right now he needed her to want to be with him.

“I think you look amazing,” she said, and then she couldn’t help it. “And you smell really good, too.”

Okay, he was grateful he borrowed his brother’s cologne too. “Thanks,” he grinned at her. “I don’t often get to go out with a doctor.”

She laughed.
“Well then I guess this is a first for me too. I’ve never had a date with an FBI guy before. Aren’t I the lucky one?”

Callen Whitefox’s entire body clenched. Yeah, she was sexy and she was making it hard to not just jump on her right there.

“Truth be told, after the whole stalker thing, I don’t get out often with anyone.” When he reached into her lap and took her hand in his, she swore she was going to break out in sweat.

“Well I think you should.
You can’t live your life in fear because of a nut job. You’ll miss too much. ”

“I haven’t found anyone that I really wanted to go out to dinner with in a long time,” she answered
, softly.

“Until now?” he asked hopefully. If this was a boredom, mercy dinner, his mood was going to plummet a great deal.

“Yes. You win the date prize on this one, Callen.”

He smiled and was glad to hear it. “We’re here,” he said, parking the vehicle. “Ready
for our date?”

“
I absolutely am.”

Elizabeth was waiting for him on the arm of the loveseat beside the fireplace. “What took you so long, Cowboy?” she asked watching him walk towards her.

“Locking the door,” he replied, sitting on the loveseat and pulling her down into his lap. “But now my very sexy wife has my full attention. I promise.” Blackhawk began kissing her.

“
Mmmmm...” Elizabeth moaned into the kiss.

Blackhawk almost lost it right then. It was just the sound of her moaning in pleasure while sitting on his lap was practically enough to put him over. “God, I missed touching you,
Elizabeth.” He returned back to the kiss, and her hands began wandering and unbuttoning the buttons on his dress shirt.

Elizabeth
slid her fingers through his hair and shifted so she was straddling his body. “Nice touch with the fireplace,” she whispered, running her fingers across his chest.

“I thought so,” he answered into their kiss.

Elizabeth moved to his throat. One of her very sexy husband’s weaknesses was his ear and she used it to make him shudder and moan. When he dropped his head back against the loveseat she began torturing him more as her hands wandered lower to unbutton and unzip his pants.

“So amazing,” he whispered, as he grew so hard it was almost to the point of pain. “The things you do to me.” When she bit him he groaned. “Baby,” he arched his lower body against her, just to feel some relief from the intense need rocking his body. Her fingertips were stroking him lightly, teasing him.

“You taste really good, husband,” she whispered in his ear, running her one hand lightly down his chest and using her nails. When his muscles twitched under her fingers and at the junction of where their bodies met, she knew her husband was on his way to extreme pleasure. “Ethan?”

He opened his eyes at her using his name. “Yes baby?”

Elizabeth stood off his body and took a step back from him. “I have a surprise for you,” she said as she untucked her shirt and flicked open her belt buckle. 

“By all means, surprise me.”

“I know how much you liked the cheerleading outfit, so I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” she purred.

Blackhawk thought back to seeing his wife dressed like a cheerleader, and it was making him break out in beads of perspiration. Just the visual in the tiny skirt made him all hot and bothered. Sex with his wife was never boring, and he wasn’t sure she could top the cheerleader costume. But then again, this was Elizabeth, and she was a wildcard in life and the bedroom.
Since her, his sexual bucket list had tripled.

Elizabeth dropped her hair down her back, and shook out the curls. They fell all the way down her body to almost her waist and then she began the unveiling. Pulling the shirt over her head she tossed it at him when he sat there mouth open. “I take that you like it?” she asked.

“Like it?” he repeated, when he finally got his voice back. The bra was black and had red lace over it, and it looked erotic and very seductive. It showed her pale flesh beneath it. Nothing was hidden, “I’m almost afraid to ask where you got that,” he swallowed. “Please tell me there are more of them to come in the future.”

“So you
do like it?” she asked, running her hands over her breasts that were barely contained. Then she turned her back to her husband and dropped the zipper on her jeans.

“Like isn't even close to how I feel right now. You look completely…”
He didn’t have words as she dropped her jeans and

gave him a view of the lacy concoction from behind
.

“Stripper-ish?”

“Uh yeah.” He licked his lips, because they were suddenly dry. Then she slid her jeans down her legs, and he saw what else she planned for him. The G-string was ridiculously tiny and barely contained anything. It left nothing to the imagination, and that was worse. The red and black straps crisscrossed her back, inviting him to do wicked things to her.

Elizabeth
turned and stalked towards him, enjoying the look on her husband’s face. It was pure awe and pleasure.

Blackhawk felt his entire body start to burn, and she was the cause. He pulled her down onto him, so she was straddling him
. Like a mad man he dove into her mouth trying to quench the fire that was building in his body. Gone was the gentleness and the ease of casual sex. Now it would be how he felt; wild and out of complete control.

“Ethan,” she gasped
, as his hands forcefully pulled the bra off her body and he began leaving a trail of bites and kisses across her upper body.

“I want you, Elizabeth,” he said between devouring her and exploring her with his hands. She sat across his body and he wanted to do nothing more than pound himself into her with abandon.

“Tell me what you want, Ethan,” she whispered seductively. “Tell me how to pleasure you, Mr. Blackhawk,” she purred into his ear.

He groaned at her words and the implication that she’d do whatever he wanted.
Right then he knew what he wanted and needed.

“Anything to please you, Mr. Director, Sir,” she purred.

It took a second to form a complete sentence. “Use your mouth on me.” He got the words out, and watched as his wicked wife dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, and dug his hands into the arms of the love seat as she began her torture.

“Whatever you want, Mr. Blackhawk,” she
complied and returned to her mission of driving her husband completely and totally insane.

Elizabeth slowly licked, sucked
, and enjoyed him.

The more he
moaned the more she worked him. Hard then slow, and then hard again until his chest was struggling to get air. Ethan was breathing heavy like he was running a marathon.

“Please,” he pleaded
, as she lightly cupped him and rubbed. “Oh God, baby stop,” he begged and looked at her with wild eyes. It was all too much for him. The outfit, the stroking, the way his wife was using his body to drive him completely insane. Elizabeth stole all his control and filled the empty space it left with nothing but lust and desire.

Elizabeth eased up on him and stared up at him with big i
cy blue eyes. “What next, Ethan? What do you want?”

“I just want to bury myself in you and…”
He almost slipped and used the word, and he knew he shouldn’t. This was his wife, and it was more than that.

“And what Ethan?” she ran her fingertips across his erection, and batted her eye lashes innocently. There was no doubt what he wanted, and now she was going to make him let go of the carefully constructed control he carried all day and just be himself with
her.

“Elizabeth,” he pleaded.

“Say it Ethan,” she pushed, and then licked him with one long stroke, as if to punctuate it. “What do you want to do?”

“
I want to fuck you!” He finally got it out, nearly choking on the words.

Elizabeth grinned
as she finally broke his control. “Then fuck me, Ethan,” she whispered back, as she licked him from base to tip.

Blackhawk lost control, he pushed up from the loveseat and grabbed his wife, dragging her to the bed and tossing her into the middle. First he ripped off the G-string and then he dropped his pants, and dove onto her, burying himself in her. “No control,” he whispered
, as he slid in as far as he could, and then back out. The scent of wife, the feel of her body wrapped around his was maddening, and he’d never get enough.

“
You don’t need control with me, Ethan,” she whispered, holding on for the ride, while her very sexy Indian warrior found and gave pleasure.

Blackhawk felt the last restraint snap
, as he started pounding into his very willing and bewitching wife. She arched to meet each stroke and was whispering so many things to him and driving him crazy with her words.

Elizabeth moaned his name, as she felt the heat building an
d bringing her to the precipice. She held on with nails and sheer will until she could tell that her husband was about to lose it.

As her body exploded, it forced his pace to falter, and he shouted her name as he
slammed into her one last time. Ethan’s entire body shuddered as hers milked his, and forced his release hotly into the only woman in the world that would ever have his heart.

She was his true love.

Elizabeth started giggling, as she lay trapped beneath her husband.

“Did I hurt you,” he asked, without even looking over.

“No you didn’t, but wow Mr. Blackhawk that was some pretty fantastic sex. It took me nine months to make you lose complete control, and it was so worth it,” she snickered and bit him on the earlobe.

“I love you,
Elizabeth.” He finally had his breath back, and he rolled bringing her to his chest.

“Oh, I love you too. Very impressive,” she laid kisses across his chest.

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet Mrs. Blackhawk.”

“Goodie.”

Callen was enjoying dinner with Desdemona, and he was greatly turned on that the men in the place were staring at her. He didn’t mind them looking, because tonight she was all his. Then the little voice in his head asked about what after that. What did he want after that with the woman? She was sweet, funny and filled a hole in his life. Just thinking the words brought back the guilt.

“Callen, you’re staring, what’s wrong?” she ask
ed, beginning to feel paranoid, like she was doing something completely wrong. After spending most of her time with the dead, she’d lost practice with the living.

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking
about you,” he answered, taking her hand.

“I hope nothing bad,” she said
, softly.

“
Oh no, there was nothing bad.” He didn’t want to scare her away, but he was thinking about what he was going to do about her when this was all over. Part of his mind was dwelling on the Rez and his grandfather, the other part on what she was wearing beneath that skirt and shirt.

“So, tell me about your life outside the FBI,” she asked. Since it was a date, they shouldn’t talk shop, or death for that matter.

“I’m pretty simple. I like to go hunting, and I like to hike and camp too.”

She thought about it for a second. “I’ve never been hunting, and I think I’d pass on that one, but I’ve been camping and hiking.”

“You have?”

“Why are you surprised? I know I don’t look like the average woman who does normal things, but I assure you, Callen. I even watch TV once in a while too.”

He laughed. “I don’t own one. If I watch TV it’s always at my brother’s house and it’s generally sports related.” Then he thought about it, and took the first step to seeing if they could have more after this was all over. “Would you go camping with me when spring comes?”

She didn’t even think twice. “My tent or yours?” she asked, picking up her wine glass and taking a sip.

“Your tent, my sleeping bag,” he quipped, grinning. “I like to be fair.”

“I think that sounds completely intriguing.”

Whitefox grinned the infamous ‘Blackhawk grin’. “That wasn’t the word I was thinking of going with, but it works for me.”

Desdemona laughed. “Then I think you have a d
eal.”

When she laughed, his whole body tensed at the sound of it crossing his body. It was like silk stroking his nerve endings and
pulled lust from deep within his body. Part of him wanted to go get a sleeping bag right then and there and drag her into it. He was about to suggest some other creative things they could do in the sleeping bag when there was a crash of glass and angry voices.

Both of them looked across the restaurant to a woman standing beside a table. The blonde woman was angrily pointing at the man and she was just about to throw her wine on him.

“You’re a cheating bastard, and it would be shocking if you could stop staring at every woman’s ass that walks past you in here, but you have no self-control.” She dumped the garlic bread into his lap, as the waiter tried to calm her down. For his efforts, he received an elbow to his solar plexus.

“But Courtney, I just looked
that was all! It’s a guy thing!”

She dumped the wine in his lap and turned on her heel, but just before she gave him one last look. “Rot in hell, I hope someone cuts out your cheating, lying heart.”

“Wow,” said Desdemona. “That was something.” She really couldn’t blame the woman. She’d feel and probably do the same thing. Who was she kidding? Elizabeth would be ballsy enough to do that; she’d probably scurry away and hide. Then again she was finding that she was stronger than she thought she was and had a lot more in common with her friend than she believed.

Whitefox forgot it was supposed to be a date and was back on duty.
“Yeah, we need to find out who that woman was, just in case the poor bastard is the next one on your table.”

Desdemona just nodded and tried to not be disappointed that their dinner alone turned into a work thing again.
There was this intense wave of sadness that she so easily lost his attention, and yet she wasn’t surprised in the least.

“Yes, I suppose we should.”

Elizabeth sat in bed with chopsticks, her husband and dinner. After rolling around in bed, her husband seduced her into joining him in front of the fireplace, where the love making was gentle, sweet and seductive. Blackhawk had taken his time and where the first time was fast and hard, the second was slow and achingly sweet. He whispered words of adoration, love and what was in his heart for her.

“I love you, Ethan,” she said, touching his cheek.

Ethan grinned over at his wife. “I love you too, baby. Now come here!” He pulled her under his arm, and she began feeding her husband Chinese food while they curled together in bed and watched the flames flicker in the room.

“We need a fireplace in our bedroom,” she stated.

He laughed. “I’ll put it on my list of things to do,” he said, “I’m still not quite finished working on the tree house for the back yard. It’s just about completed.”

Elizabeth thought back to the time they snuck up into his childhood tree
house and had an incredible time. “What do you think is going to happen between Callen and Desdemona?” she asked suddenly.

“Worried?”

“Yeah, I am. I really like her and I hope if this doesn’t work out between them she’ll still want to be my friend.”

Blackhawk knew that once his wife found someone she loved, she would collect them for life. It’s how her heart worked and one of the things he loved most about her. “I think it’ll work out.”

“I miss having a girlfriend.”

Blackhawk snickered. “You want a girlfriend?” he wiggled his eyebrows, lecherously and took a shot to the ribs because of it.

“You know what I mean,” she laughed. “I miss Livy, she’s so far away, and she’s so busy with the kids. It’s nice having a friend,” Elizabeth said, honestly.

“You have us,” he offered. He knew that she was close with the men in her family, but he could understand. A woman friend offered a different kind of friendship.

“You want me taking Callen lingerie shopping to buy things for us to use?” she questioned him, grinning. “Because he’ll do it and enjoy every second of it too.”

His earlier conversation with his brother came to mind, and exactly how willing he was to share his wife with him.

“Can I come shopping then too?” Blackhawk started laughing at the look on her face.

Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow. “You did just hear what I said, right?”

Blackhawk nodded and then figured he should tell his wife about the conversation he had earlier in the day, since it had everything to do with her.

Elizabeth listened to everything her husband said, and she wasn’t quite sure what she should say to him. When he was finished she took his hand in hers. “I think you’re an amazing man.”

“I want to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me, Elizabeth.”

“Oh great, my first name and not Lyzee, so I’m sure this is going to be one of ‘those’ talks.”

“Are you in love with my brother?” he asked, with zero emotion in his voice.

“I love your brother, but you know that.”

“I mean are you attracted to my brother?” He tried another route to the answer.

“Ethan, I am attracted to him, because you two are very similar. You know that I think the Blackhawk gene pool is very alluring.”

He thought about her words.

“Are you asking if I’m going toss over my husband and shack up with his brother?”

“I think I am.”

“Nope.”

Blackhawk looked into her eyes and saw nothing but honesty and he felt immediate relief.

“I think your brother is sexy and I love him a great deal. But I hope you realize that I married you for a reason, and that I wouldn’t cheat on you behind your back,”
and then she teased. “Besides, have you seen your wobbly wife?”

“I told him today I’m perfectly fine with you two being close.” Then he contemplated his next words. “If anything were to happen to me, he’d take care of you
. I know my brother would step up and make sure you were safe.”

Elizabeth didn’t like this conversation at all, but she listened because he obviously needed to get it out.
It was beyond her comprehension how the night went from wild sex to talking about his brother. “I’m not worried about that, Ethan. You aren’t going anywhere.” Then it occurred to her this was all a segue to what he really wanted to discuss. “Are you worried about Callen?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Ethan accepted some Chinese food and chewed thoughtfully. “No, I think
we’ve discussed it plenty for tonight. I just wanted to let you know that he and I had a conversation.”

“Okay Ethan.”

Blackhawk changed the subject.

“I do think you need to
go shopping with Desdemona for some fun things,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“
Well this was all her doing.”

“Sho
p with her on a regular basis,” he said, grinning. “In fact, spend lots of money on anything that resembles or reminds you of tonight’s little outfit. In fact, I’m physically fit; my heart can take even more risqué.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

Blackhawk thought about a big bill and lots of sex with his gorgeous wife. “Uh, yeah don’t bet on that.”

“Do you think I’m too much of a tom boy?” she asked, s
uddenly.

“Baby, where did that come from?” he asked, turning her face towards
his and looking into her eyes.

“I don’t know, but maybe I shouldn’t be so…”

“Tough? Bad ass?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to soften up, wear dresses and dress more like Desdemona was tonight?”

At first he thought she was kidding, but the look on her face was serious. “I happen to like you just as you are, Elizabeth. If you want to change, do it for you not for me. I like that my wife comes across as tough and hard at work, and that she wears frilly aprons when she’s making me breakfast at home.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“I get the best of both worlds. You in jeans is a thing of beauty,” he said, lecherously. “Then you catch me off guard when I find out you’ve painted your toes pink. I like the little moments of femininity. It’s a big turn on.”

Elizabeth kissed her husband
and cuddled against him. “Well then darlin’, I aim to please.” Now she was thinking back over their conversation. Of all the conversations, this was the one she had to over think and figure out where her husband was heading with it. 

Callen Whitefox could feel the evening going to hell in a
hand basket, and he wasn’t quite sure why. Something changed between him and Desdemona. They were laughing, flirting, and having fun, and then she put the wall back up between them, and he had no clue why. He kept replaying it over and over again in his mind, and then just went with safe topics. Like work.

“I see the
sheriff’s here,” he said, nodding to the bar.

Desdemona looked over and swirled the drink in her glass. “Yes, he is.” She was definitely having a hard time being jovial and happy
as she realized this wasn’t a date; it was a stakeout. She was just part of his disguise and that made her sad and angry all at once.

“And he looks awful cozy with that blonde woman,” he answered, wishing Desdemona would come over and sit by him
, like the blonde woman was with the sheriff. Now he just couldn’t figure out how to swing it. The ‘available’ sign was gone from her mood, and he was struggling to find a way back.

“Yes, he does. Maybe they’re on a date,” she answered blandly. “If you’ll excuse me,” she stood from the table and pushed in her chair. “I’m going to go check my lipstick.” By now she assumed she’d need a touch up,
not that he actually even kissed her. Desdemona walked away, and the tears were building and she needed a few minutes away from Callen Whitefox. Deep down she knew she shouldn’t be mad, they were working, but part of her was hurt that he’d never see her for anything more than just the FBI Doctor.

Standing in front of the mirror, she noticed the blonde
had followed her to the ladies room.

“Great shoes,” she said, and smiled.

Desdemona smiled back. “Thanks. Great bag,” she threw back the compliment.

“Thanks.” The woman leaned her hip on the counter. “You work for the FBI?”
She’d heard the gossip around town, and this woman was new around the bar. She needed to stake out the competition and see if it was long term or just passing through.

“Yes, I’m Doctor Desdemona Adare
.” She held out her hand. “I’m the Medical Examiner for the FBI.”