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  “My turn!” he blurted, helping his brother to the bed in order to have Elizabeth’s mouth on his now even more engorged erection.

  “Come on, angel. Make me beg,” he hissed when she stared at him with nothing but trouble in her eyes.

  “As you wish,” she answered, right before the death grip on his balls.

  “Oh, shit!” he said, nearly tumbling.

  When her mouth found him, Callen knew she was going to give him all she had.

  Ethan watched from the bed, enthralled. Of the three of them, Callen liked the rougher sex. If he could feel pain and the mix of pleasure, he was in heaven.

  Elizabeth liked a mix of both, and Ethan just enjoyed the feel of his woman beneath his body.

  Really, that did it for him in a heartbeat.

  “More,” Callen hissed through clenched teeth, as Elizabeth sucked and stroked frenetically.

  When his hand went to the back of her head, Callen couldn’t help himself. He drove her straight down the full length of his erection, burying her face against his flesh. Even as her body fought to swallow him, she never released his balls. The pressure there, the feel of teeth on the most delicate part of his body, and her watering eyes shoved him off the edge, and he erupted down her throat.

  When he collapsed on the bed, Ethan was ready to go. “I have to taste you.”

  Yanking her to her feet and pushing her to her back, he then buried his face between her legs. It was like he couldn’t get enough. Elizabeth was the buffet, and he wanted to gorge on the best thing in life.

  It was like he was breaking a thirty one day fast, and he was going to consume until he couldn’t anymore. It was the best Blackhawk bender ever.

  Even as he buried his lips and tongue in the wetness, the palm of his hand laid gently over their child.

  It was possessive, yet all the while welcoming his second lease on life home.

  Her body bucked beneath him as he drove her from the edge over and over again. First, he would feast, and then tease. Finally, he would revel when she fell.

  “Ethan!” she practically shouted, as his fingers found their way into the moisture. When she tightened down on him, Ethan wanted to praise whatever God was listening.

  She was back.

  They were whole again.

  Once the ever growing pressure was off his shoulders, he could relax.

  After her last orgasm, Callen interrupted. “My turn. I’m dying for some wife.”

  He watched his brother slide up her body, finding her mouth with his once more. Together, they shared the delicious taste of his woman.

  Callen didn't waste any time. He went right for the pain, knowing that Elizabeth would respond. With rough fingers, he ground down on that sensitive nub, just to watch her body buck in anticipation of what was to come. As his hand destroyed her, his mouth lapped at the moisture.

  He couldn’t get enough.

  At her muffled scream, he had to bury his fingers in the pale flesh of her thighs to hold on. That’s how powerful the orgasm had been.

  As she rode his lips and mouth, he couldn’t wait anymore.

  “I have to do this,” he said, yanking her hips up. With his erection weeping for her attention, he sunk balls deep into his woman.

  She arched, nearly throwing Ethan from the kiss.

  Without waiting for a signal that she was ready, he began filling her. Then, it went past sex.

  It became a frenzied fucking.

  Callen couldn’t control it. The tight, wet glide took over, dragging all thought from his brain other than exploding deep within her body. With Each thrust, he practically lifted her from the mattress. It was only Ethan’s weight keeping her in place.

  Elizabeth couldn’t move. One man was pounding himself into her body in abandon while the other was pouring his soul into her by way of mouth.

  It was insane.

  It was crazy.

  It was perfect.

  It was them…

  When his mouth was free of hers, she egged Callen on. “Come on! You can do better than that,” she hissed, wanting him to just let go and live in the moment with her.

  The thrusting increased.

  His breath was labored.

  He didn't think he could handle more.

  When his brother leaned down to bite on one of her swollen nipples, Elizabeth shattered apart, taking Callen with her.

  “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” he shouted as they took their tumble.

  Together.

  Only, she didn't remain still for long.

  Her world tipped, and she found herself on her knees, braced against Callen’s body.

  He was supporting her weight as Ethan found himself riding her next. His pounding strokes mimicked his brother, but this time, they let her moan and make all the noise she wanted.

  Screw the world.

  They were back together again.

  Callen slid down to kiss her as his brother buried himself in her body. He was generally Mr. Finesse, but tonight he was horny and needed relief after a month of not having her.

  It was etched into his face.

  As the beads of sweat formed on his flesh, Ethan didn't give up. He wanted that one spot.

  Then, he found it.

  She screamed in absolute pleasure.

  It was only then that he let himself explode, pouring into her in wave after wave of heat. Ethan couldn’t think, hear, or see. His only choice was to tumble to the bed in satisfaction.

  God! This had to be the highlight of his life. The woman he loved was back.

  The sound of three ragged breaths filled the rented hotel room. It spoke of the sexual marathon they had just run.

  Together, they were a tangled, sweaty mess, but it didn't matter. They were complete.

  For the longest time, no one spoke.

  Finally, Elizabeth was able to string a few words together. She only hoped they made sense.

  “I’m hungry.”

  Callen snorted. He still couldn’t feel his feet. It might be because someone was lying on them. He was too weak to look.

  Blackhawk tried to move off his brother. “Five minutes. Then I’ll get us pizza. I promise.”

  She giggled.

  “I missed you two.”

  The feeling was mutual. The men in her life had a deep, black hole in their hearts until that moment. She was the only way to fix it.

  Elizabeth felt dread begin to overwhelm her. Finally, she knew it was time. “Before food, we have to talk.”

  Those simple six words killed the afterglow.

  The tone in her voice said it all. It was mix of fear and terror. Neither man doubted that it was going to be something big. With their woman sounding this afraid, it only meant one thing.

  The shit was about to hit the fan.

  “What happened, Elizabeth?” Blackhawk asked, pushing up. He feared for the worst. His mind immediately went to the young Marine who she’d been trapped with.

  Tears filled her eyes. “Oracle.”

  It was all she had to say before they moved closer, caging Elizabeth protectively in their arms to let her cry.

  There was relief and also terror.

  Elizabeth got weepy, but never over work related shit. If she was upset over her secret mission, something had to have gone bad.

  “What happened, baby?” Ethan asked, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “Nothing you tell us is going to be that bad.”

  They had no idea.

  Callen kissed the curl of her ear. “It’s okay, angel. You can tell us. We’ll take care of it for you. You don’t have to make yourself sick over this.”

  It helped to have them near.

  Now, it was time.

  It gushed from her in wave after wave of sob filled explanation. Elizabeth told them everything. How the woman scared the hell out of her. How Avalon Miller was the most frightening person she’d ever met in her life.

  In all honesty, she wanted to call a priest for some demonic exorcism.

  That sa
id a lot, considering the evil she’d faced down, and her total disdain for all things religious.

  Elizabeth told them about how she was aware of Jagger and Jaxon’s father being alive, how she was eerily blind but saw everything, and finally the worst part.

  She told them that a brother had to die.

  Both men finally got it.

  Now they understood why she had bailed on the more important mission. While the other stuff would rock her, the last part would wound Elizabeth. She was their protective raven, and her duty was to keep them safe.

  Ethan and Callen’s eyes met. A message was passed between them. Not long ago, they’d nearly lost Ethan. Now, they wouldn’t take any chances.

  They’d double down on their security. They weren’t falling for that shit fest again. It nearly broke them, taking seven months to fight their way back.

  This killer wouldn’t get what he wanted. At the end of this case, they would be going home.

  All of them.

  Together.

  Ethan climbed off the bed and grabbed his phone from his discarded trousers. “Let’s order pizza and talk about what’s been going on.”

  Elizabeth tried to stop shaking. She wasn’t sure if it was the fear or the lack of food making her body quiver. “Okay, Ethan,” she stated, climbing out of bed to grab his discarded dress shirt. After slipping it on, Callen patted his lap.

  She took a seat and leaned into his body.

  “What do you have here? Gabe barely briefed me. In his defense, I was so hell bent on getting out of dodge, I wasn’t really listening.”

  Ethan sat down after ordering the food. “We have a mess.” Then, he told her everything. Not one detail was missed. It wasn’t lost on him that her eyes narrowed, and she got the look on her face that was often there when she was processing information.

  “So you have thirty victims from three decades ago and now he’s back?”

  Blackhawk nodded.

  “Yeah, immediately, my gut tells me that it’s not going to be the same killer,” she offered. “First, the primary sets of remains were deeper. That’s going to come into play. If this is the same killer, he’s much older now. You have a higher probability that this is a copycat.”

  Callen agreed. “That’s what we were thinking.”

  “How old are the victims?” she asked, lovingly stroking Charlie. The baby was getting hungry. The flipping and swimming was starting. The child was doing the backstroke in a very small pool.

  “That’s something we’re waiting on. Maybe tomorrow you can push the tech team and get some answers.”

  She nearly chortled in glee. “God, I missed tormenting them. I want to surprise them when I arrive. I love the deer in headlights look they all get.”

  Callen kissed her on the cheek. “You’re evil.”

  “I know. God, it’s good to be back.”

  “Jesus!” she blurted, grabbing her stomach. Both men jumped. If she wanted to freak them both out at once, that was the best way to do it.

  “What?” Ethan demanded, getting worried.

  “Your child is getting wild.” Taking both men’s hands, she placed them over her belly. There was nothing more amazing than watching Ethan and Callen’s faces as they felt life.

  Blackhawk wanted to weep. “Hello, my little angel,” he said, dropping to the floor. “Daddy missed you. I can’t wait to see you soon.”

  “Hey! Not too soon! She’s not done cooking in there!” Elizabeth stated, laughing.

  Callen stroked her belly. “I can’t wait to hold you, Charlie. There’s a little girl at home who needs a break from the boys. She’s excited to have a sister.”

  Charlie kicked.

  Both men laughed.

  They could stay like that forever. Unfortunately, there was a knock at the door.

  “Dinner!” Elizabeth blurted. “Hurry!”

  The men laughed.

  Regretfully, Callen released her to find his jeans on the floor. Pulling them on, he moved toward the door to check. It was indeed the pizza delivery guy.

  Opening it, he took the box.

  “How much do I owe you?” Callen asked, pulling his wallet out.

  “Twenty,” was the reply from a boy who couldn’t have been more than nineteen. “Wow, someone trashed your room,” he said, pointing to the clothing littering the floor.

  Elizabeth couldn’t help herself. She opened her mouth and before the words could trip from her lips, Ethan kissed her.

  It was better safe than sorry.

  Who knew what she’d saved up over the last month? It might scar the pizza boy for life.

  Callen read the man’s name tag. Apparently, Lenny Ellis was completely clueless that they had trashed the room in a sexy romp. “Thank you, Lenny. Have a nice night.”

  The guy glanced down at the big tip and smiled. “Any time! Enjoy your pizza!”

  Carrying it over to the small table, he watched as Elizabeth practically threw Ethan off her to get to it. Yeah, someone was starving.

  When she opened the lid, the waterworks began. “You got me my favorite, even though you hate it,” she said.

  Of course he did.

  She was growing him a baby. While neither Callen nor Ethan liked spam or anchovies, they’d suck it up for Elizabeth. What wouldn’t they do for her?

  “Let’s eat. I’m starving. After you can fill me in with the rest of the details, and we can begin working on your case.”

  He wasn’t having it. “Not tonight, Elizabeth. After we eat, we’re all going to bed. I’m willing to bet that you haven’t slept well either.”

  She didn't reply since she’d shoved half a slice of pizza in her mouth.

  Callen took a bite of the salty spam-y pizza. “I concur. We can start up tomorrow. There really isn't much to go on yet.”

  Who was she to argue?

  Instead, she dove into the pizza, so glad to be back with her men. “I once heard that sex helps you sleep,” she offered with her mouth full of cheesy goodness.

  Blackhawk grinned. “Whatever our wife wants,” he began.

  “She gets,” Callen finished.

  Hallelujah.

  It was good to be back with her men.

  * * *

  The drive back from the morgue was a silent one. Tony Magnus was sitting right beside his best friend and couldn’t muster a word to him.

  Not hi.

  Not bye.

  Not I’m sorry.

  Nothing.

  It was uncomfortable, but the words his friend threw out were still eating a hole in his gut. It wasn’t easy to piss either man off, but somehow they’d managed it. Maybe their time apart changed things. Possibly when love filled their lives, it pushed friendship out of their hearts.

  Either way, they were both holding a grudge.

  At the hotel, Chris handed him some files with the data they had compiled. “Have a good night.”

  Tony took it and bit his tongue. The anger was still there, and he wanted to dump it all over his old buddy, especially since Jaxon wouldn’t ride with him back to the hotel. He was expecting a battle to be brewing once he reached their room.

  Great.

  More shit to deal with.

  Heading up, Tony ignored the chitchat going on between the other techs. They were making plans for pizza and hiding out like Ethan had ordered.

  Tony couldn’t celebrate the day.

  He was too bogged down with worries. He was burdened with stress about the dig site, his woman, and now his friendship. It weighed heavily on his shoulders. At his door, he slid the key in and found it wasn’t locked with the bolt.

  Well, that was a good sign.

  Inside, the atmosphere said otherwise.

  She was waiting for him, arms crossed.

  Yeah, she was about to explode. Tony could see it coming. “Are you still mad?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Oh, you better believe it, Doctor Magnus. What the hell was that today?”

  He dropped his gear and
slid out of his Kevlar and gun. He hated both, but when the bosses said jump, you asked how high.

  “I was mortified that you two were fighting about me while I was sitting there. I don’t understand what got into you. I’m humiliated, and if it wasn’t for Merry, I’d be crying in some corner.”

  Tony didn't bat an eyelash.

  “I’m embarrassed.”

  He let her continue.

  “Horrified.”

  Tony bode his time.

  “Pissed off.”

  Now, he glanced down at his watch. This was one of their rules. No going to bed angry. She could get it off her chest, and then he would tell her how he was feeling.

  “And so damn angry!”

  Yeah, that wasn’t half of it.

  Jaxon was embarrassed that she loved every second of it. Whenever Tony exerted dominance over her, she wanted to turn into a messy puddle at his feet. Just watching him act like some barbarian was so very hot, but she refused to say it out loud. After all, Jaxon needed some backbone when it came to this man.

  But God, he looked all dark and handsome standing there. His skin was tan from working in the sun at the dig, his black hair was sticking up in spikes from angry hands, and those eyes. God! Those aqua eyes stared right through her.

  “Are you done?” he finally asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now, it’s my turn.”

  She stared at him.

  “Come here.” He pointed at the area right in front of him. When she moved without thinking, his body tightened. They were fixable. He could tell. Beneath it all, she was still the same woman.

  He was certain she needed him.

  When Jaxon stopped in front of him, she stared up into his eyes.

  “I’m going to protect you no matter what. While Christopher Leonard has been my best friend for over a decade, you’re my woman. I’m not going to let anyone disrespect you or our union. So, you can be as mad as you want, thinking we were two dogs going at it over a bone, but the truth remains. You’re mine.”

  She stared at his chest, a flush creeping up her body. This was exactly what she meant. He was able to pull so many emotions from her, and so easily. All her life, Jaxon wanted to belong, and now she did.