Page 21 of Chaos has a Name (An FBI Romance/Thriller #66)

Now, his whole body was covered in goosebumps, and there was no doubt that they were going to have some fun.

“I can’t wait to enjoy your body, EJ. I want you to cum in me,” she said, knowing what made him crazy.

And it did.

Oh, he wanted that more than anything. In fact, he was fighting not to cum, and she knew it.

She was teasing him to the point he was ready to blow, and that was going to be one hell of an explosion.

When she gave him an intimate squeeze, and then let her hands explore, his eyes went huge. Ethan had to stare up at the ceiling because if he looked…

He.

Was.

Done.

All that teasing did one thing.

It made him want to fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore. This woman knew how to make a man crazy.

Thank God.

“Elizabeth, I’m dying here,” he muttered between clenched teeth.

Oh, she wasn’t playing around.

That was for damn sure.

Instead, she teased him, and as she continued to jerk him off, Ethan knew that he was at her mercy.

What wouldn’t he give to watch her lips wrapped around the swollen head of his cock?

The answer?

Anything.

His brain was shutting off, and all he could think of was fucking.

If he didn’t, and soon, he was going to die.

Screw the blowjob.

He wanted her riding his dick.

“God! Yes! More!” he muttered, as she kept teasing him.

When she did something wicked with her tongue around the head of his cock, his whole body shook.

“Jesus, Elizabeth,” he muttered as his balls had tucked up into his body as he struggled.

His wife was not making this easy.

In fact, she was being brutal.

As she stared up at him, she slid him all the way down her throat as she tugged roughly on his balls,

If that wasn’t bad enough, her fingers probed him, catching him off guard.

Holy!

Shit!

Ethan couldn’t hold on.

His eyes went wide, and he was falling from the lack of control, and the way she’d probed his ass.

Blackhawk came.

Hard.

His body bowed, and he exploded down her throat in a tidal wave of cum.

The whole time, she struggled to swallow all of him.

For Ethan, the orgasm felt so damn good, and now, he was able to find some control.

Ethan held her head in place, so she was forced to keep swallowing him.

Some dripped from the corner of her lips, escaping. Well, that wouldn’t do.

Pulling her up, he kissed her, tasting himself, and catching that tiny drop of cum.

It made her moan at that one simple act.

Well, she was in for a wild ride.

Now, he was in the mood to fuck.

Because he loved her, he warned her.

“You’re being a dick tease, Elizabeth,” he said, once breaking that kiss. “You’re warned.”

Oh, she liked it when he got rough.

It was reminiscent of their time here in Damascus as they fought to find their way.

She said one thing.

“Fuck me.”

His control snapped.

Now, he wanted to make her beg.

Pushing her to her back, she was now below him. That need overcame him, and he began moving toward his favorite part of his wife. Dropping her legs over his shoulders, he found her clit and returned the favor.

He dove in.

She was already so wet that he could have slipped into her body, but why not enjoy her clit.

There’d be time to fuck in a few minutes. For now, he wanted to make her beg.

Working over her clit, she moaned.

So he did what he wanted.

He abused her clit.

The whole time, Elizabeth whimpered into that kiss, as Ethan gave her no choice.

He was now in control.

Pushing her past her limits, he wanted that one, sweet orgasm. When he managed to pull that from her, and she took that tumble, he moved.

Pulling her up, she was helpless to stop him, since she was sinking down into the pleasure.

It was when he bent her over the side of the couch, that he struck, burying himself in her body.

She gasped, and he covered her mouth with his hand, so she didn’t alert anyone outside of the room as to what was going down in there.

All Ethan wanted was to cum all over again. Yeah, he couldn’t get enough of her.

He was hard.

Because he could, Ethan drove her up, forced her into that pleasure, and took full advantage of her wetness.

Pulling her back against his chest, he whispered in her ear so low, she almost didn’t hear him.

“You make me want to be Mr. Blackhawk,” he admitted. “While Tala is nice, I don’t want to hide now. I want to enjoy my wife.”

And he did.

As he fucked her, he tormented her clit. From the wetness, and how she was reacting, he knew she was ready.

“Cum for me,” he ordered. “I want you to cum for me! NOW!” he hissed.

There was no choice.

She didn’t hold back.

As he shoved her over that edge, Elizabeth had no choice but to take that wild tumble.

And he was right behind her.

The whole time, he was perched on that precipice just waiting for one of the loves of his life to fall.

As she broke apart, and felt her body being filled with that wetness. She was at peace.

Coming here was difficult, but Ethan made it tolerable. They were going to be okay.

As he sat back on the couch, he pulled himself from her body, and she cuddled into him when she turned to her side.

There, they recovered.

He was playing with her wedding bands on her finger, and she was kissing him on the neck.

No, she was giving him a hickey.

Why?

Because she could.

It made him laugh.

How could it not?

“Someone always has to mark me up,” he admitted. “I don’t know how you guys find empty spaces. My ink is hard to miss.”

She set his neck free and nuzzled him.

“I’m staking my claim. I’m the first one up Mount Ethan, and Gene can suck it.”

He laughed outrageously.

“Don’t tell him to suck it. He will,” he joked, knowing the man who was now his husband. “He’s incorrigible and he loves giving head.”

Where he once would worry about hurting one of his partners with talking about his relationship with another, he no longer felt like that.

He.

Had.

Peace.

That was something they all had in common. They could share and no one was ever left out.

When she stared into his eyes, she saw he was calmer, and now, so was she.

“We’ll be good,” she said. “I just need to figure out what to do.”

He kissed her on the tip of the nose.

“I know that you’ll figure it out. Just know that we’re all here to help you,” he admitted. “At the end of the day, Elizabeth, Wyler has to make his own choice. He has to walk that road, and it won’t be your fault if you can’t talk him out of it.”

Still, her heart hurt.

All she wanted was to keep him with them. Life was very unfair, and she knew it, but still…

Only, before she could answer him regarding Wyler, her phone on the desk buzzed.

Getting up, she crossed to it, and picked it up. The whole time, Ethan checked out her ass.

Sue him.

He was a male.

“Yes?” she asked, answering the phone.

While she was listening to her secretary, she was staring at Ethan.

Well, the universe came through again.

She needed a distraction, and one was delivered to her.

“I’m going to have my security detail bring me up my go-bag,” she admitted. “They can come in after I’m changed. Our visitor will have to wait a few minutes.”

Then, she hung up.

“What’s going on?” Ethan asked, picking up her destroyed panties and dropping them in the garbage beside her desk. “My bad on those,” he added quickly.

Oh, well, her panties were the least of her issues now. With her team still not there, she had to take care of something that popped up.

There was no way she could saddle them with a case when they haven’t even dropped their gear, and checked out their temporary homes.

That was douchey behavior on the boss’ part.

“Apparently, the Chief of Reservation Police has just arrived,” she said, as she pulled on her suit to get presentable for when Ivan reached them. At the same time, she was sending a text to him.

Blackhawk lifted a brow.

“Uh-oh.”

Oh, he didn’t know the half of it.

“Apparently, the rez police were looking for a missing tribe member, and in the process, they found a pit of bones on the land.”

Oh, hell.

He only hoped it wouldn’t be like that one case where bones were found on sacred burial grounds. They’d almost lost Elizabeth on that one, and they’d found out that there had been another Blackhawk sibling.

Had been.

Until he’d been handled.

She continued.

“They have multiple victims, and they need us to handle it. I’m taking this case because we need to get our people up to speed with how to handle Native American issues without offending them.”

Yep…

It was about to be interesting there.

“I’m absolutely taking this case. It’s a good way to distract me.”

Why was he not surprised?

Of course, she was going to jump right in.

Ethan knew this was her way of distracting herself so that she could focus.

They’d been back a matter of hours, and already, the crazy was starting.

Why wasn’t he shocked that there was a pit of bones on the rez?

People disappeared from them all of the time.

“It appears that I’m on duty.”

Well, it looked like the rest of them were too. If there was a pit of bones on the rez, Callen would be handling the council, and she would be handling the crime scene.

Since he wasn’t letting his family do this alone, he’d ride shotgun with his brother to make sure the council knew they were back, and their plan.

Elizabeth kept going.

“I’ll get Tony ready to go, and have Gryphen get our body armor out of the trunk. It looks like Chris is going to have a busy day in Autopsy One—the original. I’m on the hunt for a killer.”

And that hung there.

Now, he had a reason to be nervous.

Most of their security was at the cabin watching their children, and they were going to be down to two bodyguards with a lot of bodies to…guard.

Yeah, that wasn’t safe.

And he knew it.

“We need to see if the cabin can spare one of the Archangels,” he admitted.

She stared at him.

“Where will you be?” she asked.

Ethan shared his plan.

“I’ll be on the rez with Callen, giving them the heads-up. Please take another bodyguard with you. Take Uriel at least to help Ivan and Gryphen out.”

She sighed.

Ethan moved closer, and he took her face in his hands so they could stare into each other’s eyes.

“Please. For me, Lyzee.”

This time, she didn’t argue.

“Alert Uriel to get here. I’ll take him out with me, so we’re safe. You just get us cleared to work on the reservation. If we’re lucky, it’s some outsiders using it as a dumping ground again.”

Why did she get the feeling they wouldn’t get that lucky? The hairs on her arms were standing up, and she wasn’t cold.

She was wary.

Now, she had to fake it until she could make it.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I have this under control.”

Oh, well, if he’d heard that once, he’d heard it a million times, and they never had it under control.

If anything, quite the opposite.

When in Rome…

Play games on the rez.

It looked like they were diving in.

AGAIN.