the last few days, Pierce was leary of all the Beastmasters. Efficient killers. That’s all they were. He needed to treat them as such.
The hard knock on his door made him shoot straight up in his bed. He had a feeling it wasn’t one of his guys. The way his heart fluttered and his pulse quickened, he kind of hoped it was someone else. He tried to exert a little bass into his voice, “Who is it?”
“You already know the answer to that question,” the deep voice purred.
Shit . “Umm. Hawk, I’m kind of busy,” Pierce lied.
“Stop lying and open the door. I have something to say to you… Backhander.”
Since Hawk used Pierce’s handle, he assumed this was business related. He got up and ran his hands through his tousled hair and straightened his clothes. He took a calming breath and swung the door open.
“No need to get dolled-up. You’ll always look beautiful to me.” Hawk smiled at him and Pierce had to turn his head to hide his blush. “You should know by now you can’t hide from me.”
Pierce was safely on the other side of the room when he heard the door close behind Hawk. Pierce cleared his throat. “You said this was important.”
“No. I said I needed to talk to you. I didn’t mention importance. Although it is… to me anyway.”
Hawk was standing in front of the bed looking intently at him. He looked like he was trying to give Pierce a little more space, and it shocked him. Usually, Hawk would come in and slam him up against the wall, but there was a timidness to his presence tonight. Hawk had on a plain wife-beater and a pair of black fatigues. Damnit. He looked sexy. All those abs outlined in the thin material and tattooed arms, taunting Pierce’s tongue. Pierce looked up and back down quickly. He tried to avoid looking directly into Hawk’s eyes. He turned and busied himself with some of his gadgets on the small dresser in the corner. Something was different with Hawk. He was so quiet and distant.
“Seems like you had a good time the other night.” What the hell? Pierce mentally kicked his own ass for mentioning that. Why the hell would he care how long Hawk stayed out or if he came back smelling like another man’s cologne?
“What makes you say that?” Hawk was a little closer.
Damn . Pierce was not turning around. Hawk could forget about trapping Pierce in his ocular mind fuck. “Nothing, forget I said anything.”
Hawk
Pierce had his back to him, mindlessly straightening-up the contents of his dresser like it was the utmost important thing to do at that moment. Hawk knew he had a dramatic effect on Pierce. His eyes could be a little off-putting to some, but Pierce knew Hawk was just a man. He wasn’t a supernatural being and he despised being treated differently. That’s why he stayed confined to either his house or around his team. If he went out, his eyes were usually the center of attention, and not always good attention. Hawk wouldn’t trade his sight for anything, but he didn’t want to use it for the military or the government anymore. He just wanted peace and quiet in his life and he was determined to have it. After this was all over and the mission was a success, he’d go home and do his woodworking. It centered him. Even though Hawk had enough money to buy an island – savings from decades of deployed missions pay with nothing to spend it on – he might consider selling some of his pieces online. Set up a little internet business, something where he didn’t have to see or meet people.
He had no clue what part the blond beauty in front of him played… but it was something. Hawk knew they’d be together, because he’d seen it. Regardless that Pierce wasn’t claiming his sexual orientation; he’d seen the man’s arousal. He could feel Pierce’s longing for closeness. He’d seen a vision of Pierce looking at him with love in his eyes. Hawk was holding him in his arms. Pierce was relaxed and happy. But, fuck. Hawk didn’t know when or where
The hard knock on his door made him shoot straight up in his bed. He had a feeling it wasn’t one of his guys. The way his heart fluttered and his pulse quickened, he kind of hoped it was someone else. He tried to exert a little bass into his voice, “Who is it?”
“You already know the answer to that question,” the deep voice purred.
Shit . “Umm. Hawk, I’m kind of busy,” Pierce lied.
“Stop lying and open the door. I have something to say to you… Backhander.”
Since Hawk used Pierce’s handle, he assumed this was business related. He got up and ran his hands through his tousled hair and straightened his clothes. He took a calming breath and swung the door open.
“No need to get dolled-up. You’ll always look beautiful to me.” Hawk smiled at him and Pierce had to turn his head to hide his blush. “You should know by now you can’t hide from me.”
Pierce was safely on the other side of the room when he heard the door close behind Hawk. Pierce cleared his throat. “You said this was important.”
“No. I said I needed to talk to you. I didn’t mention importance. Although it is… to me anyway.”
Hawk was standing in front of the bed looking intently at him. He looked like he was trying to give Pierce a little more space, and it shocked him. Usually, Hawk would come in and slam him up against the wall, but there was a timidness to his presence tonight. Hawk had on a plain wife-beater and a pair of black fatigues. Damnit. He looked sexy. All those abs outlined in the thin material and tattooed arms, taunting Pierce’s tongue. Pierce looked up and back down quickly. He tried to avoid looking directly into Hawk’s eyes. He turned and busied himself with some of his gadgets on the small dresser in the corner. Something was different with Hawk. He was so quiet and distant.
“Seems like you had a good time the other night.” What the hell? Pierce mentally kicked his own ass for mentioning that. Why the hell would he care how long Hawk stayed out or if he came back smelling like another man’s cologne?
“What makes you say that?” Hawk was a little closer.
Damn . Pierce was not turning around. Hawk could forget about trapping Pierce in his ocular mind fuck. “Nothing, forget I said anything.”
Hawk
Pierce had his back to him, mindlessly straightening-up the contents of his dresser like it was the utmost important thing to do at that moment. Hawk knew he had a dramatic effect on Pierce. His eyes could be a little off-putting to some, but Pierce knew Hawk was just a man. He wasn’t a supernatural being and he despised being treated differently. That’s why he stayed confined to either his house or around his team. If he went out, his eyes were usually the center of attention, and not always good attention. Hawk wouldn’t trade his sight for anything, but he didn’t want to use it for the military or the government anymore. He just wanted peace and quiet in his life and he was determined to have it. After this was all over and the mission was a success, he’d go home and do his woodworking. It centered him. Even though Hawk had enough money to buy an island – savings from decades of deployed missions pay with nothing to spend it on – he might consider selling some of his pieces online. Set up a little internet business, something where he didn’t have to see or meet people.
He had no clue what part the blond beauty in front of him played… but it was something. Hawk knew they’d be together, because he’d seen it. Regardless that Pierce wasn’t claiming his sexual orientation; he’d seen the man’s arousal. He could feel Pierce’s longing for closeness. He’d seen a vision of Pierce looking at him with love in his eyes. Hawk was holding him in his arms. Pierce was relaxed and happy. But, fuck. Hawk didn’t know when or where
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