True Love Lost (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 3)) (70 page)

What the hell was wrong with her?

Elizabeth wandered out to the couch and sat between
the two men. She leaned against her husband and dropped her legs across her brother-in-law’s lap. She’d found herself between them quite often at home on their couch in the same position. Callen was a fixture there, and she and her husband liked it that way. It was a comfortable easiness that the three of them found quite often. 

Until now.

Callen was stirred up like a hornet’s nest.

“Where’s Desi?” he asked, looking at Elizabeth. “You didn’t upset her did you?” he asked, and then took a shot to the ribs with her
fist as her reply. “I guess that wasn’t a good question to ask,” he said rubbing his side.

“I beat her up and she’s out in the snow.”

He actually tensed and earned another punch.

“Really Cal?” she asked, incredulously
and a little hurt.

“I’m edgy and nervous. I’m sorry
, and I don’t need her running terrified from the Blackhawk family.”

“Can
we discuss something?”

He looked over at her nervously. “I guess
we can. What?”

Elizabeth looked
up at her husband and ran her fingers down his cheek lovingly. He was the sexiest man in the world, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him. “Ethan, remember the day you proposed to me?”

“I certainly do. Best day of my life
.” Yeah, he certainly had won the wife lottery. Slowly Ethan began kissing his wife on the lips, and then a little more, and then…

“
You two, hello?” interjected Whitefox, laughing.

“Sorry, too many sexy men in one house, I’m easily distracted.”
Elizabeth refocused, but her body was all hot and bothered by the kiss. “Can you tell your brother the correct way to propose? A little birdy told me that he missed that part of man training one-oh-one.”

Blackhawk looked confused as to where she was taking this. “You
get the father’s permission to marry his daughter, you get a ring, you get down on one knee, you ask and then you pray she says yes,” he said, smiling down at his wife. “Then you have copious amounts of sex until you get her pregnant and wobbly,” he added, snickering. He took the rib shot this time.

She
stared over at Whitefox. “How many of those steps did you complete?”

He looked confused, then embarrassed, and then he got it. “I have the ring.”

Ethan Blackhawk reached behind his wife’s head and smacked his brother. “You didn’t get down on one knee and ask?”

“No, I was going to…”

“Your brother has alluded, ordered, and assumed that she was going to marry him. In fact he’s demanded they have more kids than we were going to have, but not once did he beg for her hand in marriage. Please tell your brother that women hate to be ordered to do anything, Ethan, and that if he wants to get the girl there are rules to the game.”

“Son, women are delicate creatures that need to be finessed,” he started and Elizabeth elbowed him again.

“I get it,” he said, leaning back. “I didn’t follow proper protocol.” His brother was all about proper procedure, apparently in life and love too.

Elizabeth laughed. “Rules are rules, boys.
You show up at the girl’s house, you get on your knee, you offer up a sparkly ring, and beg.”

Callen smiled.

“Can I add one more thing?” asked Elizabeth.

“Sure you can, beautiful,” he said, wanting to hear what she had to say, since these two people were his standard of a happy marriage.

“Callen, you need to make sure she’s the one, and have no doubt whatsoever. We support your decision and will stand with you no matter what.”

Whitefox
stared into the icy blue pools and could feel his body flushing. It reminded him of the time on the Rez when the body turned up in his house and he had to tell her he was looking for easy sex to get over her. “I want to do this because it feels right.”

Elizabeth saw the lie, being
trained law enforcement, she could spot one a mile away. “Okay, darlin’.” Then she released his hand.

Blackhawk shook his head. “
Okay Callen, there are candles in the kitchen in the first cabinet, a bottle of wine in the fridge. Go get out the rings, tell her the history behind them, put one on her finger, AFTER you ask her if she wants to marry you and she says yes.”

“She’s in the shower. You have enough time to set the mood, and get it ready.”

Callen knew how lucky he was that they cared enough to help him out on this and worry that he was settling. Now he had a plan, and was going to get what he wanted.

Elizabeth watched him charge up the steps
, and then he turned around and ran back down. “I love you,” he said, kissing her on the lips and then resting his forehead on hers. His hand went to his brother’s shoulder. “Thank you for supporting me and believing in my choices.” Immediately he ran back up the stairs, the wine and candles in his hands.

“Now I’m worried,” she said, when he was all the way upstairs.

“Me too,” he replied. “But Callen has to make his own way, isn't that what you told granddad?”

Elizabeth hated that he was right. Now they had to sit back and wait, and support him anyway they could.

He changed the subject. “I meant what I said; asking you to marry me was the best day of my life.”

“I wish you could have asked my father, he would have loved you.”

Blackhawk stroked her cheek. “I did ask him. The day they exhumed him, I asked for time alone with him, introduced myself and asked for daughter’s hand in marriage. When you marry a girl, you ask the dad first, and since he didn’t object…”

Elizabeth felt her eyes begin to well up. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” she said, straddling his lap and kissing him. “I won’t ever love anyone the way I love you, Mr. Blackhawk.”

“I happen to feel the same way,” he answered.

When her hands slid into his hair and she dove into his mouth with everything she had to show him her love for him, his body hardened beneath hers. Her blood started pounding in her ears, and the scent of his cologne and soap overpowered her, and she just controlled the kiss. When she finally broke away, his eyes were hazed with lust and his breath was ragged.

“That was some kiss, Mrs. Blackhawk.”

“Take me upstairs, and I’ll show you what goes with it, Mr. Blackhawk,” Elizabeth whispered in his ear. She giggled as he was up and off that couch so fast, her wrapped around the front of him. “In a hurry?”

“Not giving you time to change your mind, or for my brother to need another lesson,” he said, serious look on his face, as he bounded up the stairs and locked their bedroom door. Carefully he placed her on their bed and hopped on beside her. “Commence your plan of attack, Mrs. Blackhawk,” he snickered. “I am your willing victim.”

Elizabeth rolled to her side, and looked down at her sexy husband. He was all angles and hard lines, and he made her heart pound in her chest. Lowering her lips to his, she slowly, torturously began kissing him. Drawing out the kiss, and the pleasure they both found in it. “Ethan, I can’t wait to get home. I miss climbing all over my husband whenever I want,” she
whispered, keeping her voice down, just in case Callen Whitefox was in his room next door.

“Baby, trust me when I say that I probably miss it more,” he laughed, and then her hands started wandering. His wife had a voracious appetite, but an assignment put a damper on it, especially sharing a house with others.

His focus returned to his wife as already she had his shirt untucked from his pants, and her hands were running trails across his flesh leaving scorching paths that were causing him to burn with want.

Elizabeth began kissing him again, and doing really creative things with her tongue and teeth, and when he moaned, she almost shivered just from the guttural sound. It came deep and low from his chest, and made her temperature rise even more.

Ethan could feel his buttons being undone, and his control began slipping. What he wanted was to roll his wife to her back and invade her body, with abandon. “Killing me,” he muttered into her mouth, and then her hand found him, and she stroked him. “I take that back, go ahead, kill me!” He closed his eyes, and she pulled him free of his dress pants.

“Like this, Ethan?” she asked, and took him in her mouth.

The heat and wet warmth were enough to almost make him lose it, and he fought to not move his hips, not grab her by the hair, and not take complete control like everything in him demanded. There was something possessive living in him since his woman was carrying his child. It was primitive, and it fought with him for complete control every time they came together for sex.

“Yeah, that’s so damn good baby
!” Blackhawk moaned again, and again fought for more control against her oral assault. When she broke out the teeth, he arched and prayed.

Elizabeth loved the control over her husband, and loved when she could give him so much pleasure. She took him deeper, and his body began to shake in response. In a burst of frenzy she took him hard, until he dug his clenched hands into the bedding.

“Shit, Elizabeth,” he couldn’t breathe. “I’m out of practice,” he whispered, as she continued to torment him. Just when he couldn’t handle it anymore, she stopped, and slid off the bed, to undress.

“Get naked
Ethan, and then sit up against the headboard. I want to ride my cowboy tonight,” she ordered, slipping off her shirt, and dropping her jeans. Next to follow were her bra and panties.

Ethan obeyed as he slid out of bed, stripped, then jumped back into bed where his wife wanted him. All he could keep thinking was, ‘
beautiful woman on top
’, and he was infinitely happy. “Yee Haw,” he muttered, as he watched his wife crawl across the bed to him, her body now lush from pregnancy, he was even more turned on and it must have said it on his face.

“What are you thinking about, Ethan?” she asked, straddling his lap.

“That I hope your breasts stay that big after you have the baby,” he confessed and couldn’t help but stare at them, touch them, and taste them. It was a man thing. When his hands wandered her body, he felt the overwhelming need to take his wife, claim her and what grew deep within her body, but he allowed her the control. If just for tonight, he’d fight the beast clawing at his body.

Elizabeth enjoyed her husband’s hands touching her body, stroking, finding all the spots that made her crazy and turned her on. Her hands roamed his body equally, and then she found the big black
raven, her name tattooed beneath it as she wedding gift and she felt the need to be wild and out of control. Leaving kisses across it and feeling the need build in her.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered at her open mouthed kisses across the raven that was now both theirs.

“I want you out of control,” she whispered into his ear, as she slid him deep within her body. “I want you wild, Ethan.”

“Oh God,” he moaned, and braced his body for the assault he knew was coming. As she started to move, and control the depth and speed, he was already shaking. This was going to be torture, as she rode him, and grinding down, each time. It tore a gasp from his
lips, as she tormented him.

Elizabeth rode him
, overcome with need. The pregnancy hormones were making her crave his body. Elizabeth loved feeling his body quiver beneath her. She wouldn’t last much longer, her body was already over sensitized and now she was making herself crazy. When she was just about ready to break apart, she felt his hands come to her hips, and he took over, guiding her up and then pulling her down. The pure bliss was incredible, and she began to shake and finally she shattered, his name on her lips.

Now his body was in flames, and if he didn’t find relief he was sure he’d ignite. His wife was breathing heavy, and then he realized it wasn’t her, but him. “I need to take my wife,” he whispered, while she struggled to refocus. “Ride me, Elizabeth,” he ordered, his eyes m
et with hers as she began again “Wait for me,” he whispered hoarsely, as he pulled her down at a bruising pace, fingers digging into her hips, to control her body, and force it to give him what he needed.

“Ethan,” she begged, already so close again.

“More baby, I need so much more,” he was on fire; the woman on top of him was making him absolutely crazy with need and lust. Blackhawk couldn’t take it anymore and rolled, placing her beneath him and slid back into her body, as far in as he could. The invasion was powerful as he continued moving deeper and deeper. With his arms braced beside her, he gave her what she wanted until neither of them could take much more.

“Ethan,” she moaned and arched, fighting to stay in control.

“God, I can’t get enough,” he whispered, and felt his wife lose her battle, she quaked and tightened around him as she found bliss again, and he fought hard to get into her body. That resistance alone and the struggle to push in was finally all it took. Blackhawk erupted so powerfully, he may have shouted her name. Falling to the bed beside her, he fought to regain his basic abilities.