Blue Moon II ~ This is Reality (17 page)

“Yes. That showerhead is amazing. It’s like getting a massage.” Pierce smiled shyly at him as he sat in front of his bowl and took in the delicious aroma. It was chicken noodle. “Did you make this?”

Hawk smiled and shook his head ‘no.’ “I can’t say I did. I’m not the best cook, babe. Too many years of living off of MREs. That’s canned soup you’re eating. It probably taste so good ‘cause you’re starving.” He laughed deeply. It was a beautiful sound.

Pierce’s face looked warm but he quickly forgot about his embarrassment and tore into his bowl like someone might take it away if he didn’t hurry up. He finished it in record time and gulped down the large bottle of water that was beside it. He looked like he wanted more but didn’t ask. Instead Hawk placed a glass in front of him that looked like a vanilla smoothie.

“Is this dessert?” He grinned.

“It’s not dessert, but it doesn’t taste bad.” Hawk leaned one elbow on the counter to watch him. Hawk was still shirtless and he could tell Pierce was having a difficult time not looking down at his chest when he spoke. The quiet man wasn’t doing a good job at hiding his attraction and Hawk kept giving him a flirty smile to show he liked Pierce looking at him. His eyes flashed with flecks of purple and his cock throbbed for some attention. Hawk slid the glass toward Pierce and told him to drink all of it.

Pierce took one large gulp and gagged at the thick liquid. “Jesus. What is this? It tastes like chalk.”

Hawk laughed and came to stand by him, picking up the glass and putting it back to his mouth. Pierce looked into those majestic eyes and it seemed as if he was silently vowing to do just about anything Hawk asked of him, so Hawk stayed close to him, and kept looking at him with want clear in his expression.

“It’s a whey protein shake with a couple of multi-vitamin supplements ground in to it. It’s gonna replenish your body with the vital nutrients it was deprived of while you weren’t eating. It may not taste the best but it’s going to help you feel a lot better and give you a lot more energy.” Hawk tilted it to Pierce’s lips. “Just gulp it. Try not to let it linger in your mouth.”

Pierce squeezed his eyes closed and gulped the drink just like he’d been told until there was nothing left.

“Thank you,” Pierce said quietly while Hawk cleaned the few dishes. “You want some help?”

He heard Pierce climb off his stool and come to stand behind him. Though he wasn’t touching him, he could feel Pierce’s sweet breath on his back. 

Hawk turned to face him. “No I got it. Why don’t go back upstairs and rest some more.” Hawk tilted his head towards the stairs – a dismissive gesture – and Pierce backed up from him. The look of disappointment was evident on Pierce’s handsome face.

Now it’s time.

Chapter Eighteen

HAWK

Hawk closed all the doors and secured the house. He could hear Pierce’s light snores from upstairs and was glad the man was comfortable enough in his home to rest so soundly. Hawk went to his office and logged on to their secure site to see what – if anything – was going on. Call posted that the interrogation of Mrs. Valenzo was a success after what she now believed was an attempt on her life. Call had a plan together to catch one of the high-level Russian mob bosses and hopefully get him to flip on the others. The alternative was that the others, hearing of his capture, would flee the country to avoid American prosecution. Money would definitely bring out the major players, and right now Mrs. Valenzo had millions that belonged to the Russians. The US offered to put her and her entire family in federal witness protection, guaranteeing them a new life if she cooperated. Turning over millions was not an easy ‘yes’ choice for her to make. But when told how the Russian mob collects on their debts – starting with the children first – Mrs. Valenzo quickly chose to hand over the money. Since Omega had disappeared, it could appear that he was not able to comply with his contract with the Russians because he’d been intercepted by another mafia family. The new mission was a covert operation that had the Beastmasters going undercover as members of the San Drendino Mafia. The organization that was notorious for drug smuggling and money laundering, but was now interested in dipping into the black market with human trafficking. They would make a deal with the Russians. Trading Mrs. Valenzo, who was worth millions, for twenty-five women to sell to some very interested buyers on their end.

Hawk kept reading the cryptic message and shaking his head at how many ways this mission could go terribly wrong. Although Backhander had some favors owed to him by the San Dren family, that didn’t mean the Russians couldn’t end up speaking to the wrong people, finding out they were all frauds, and killing them on sight. And what if Omega popped back into the picture? The plan had holes, but he knew Call wouldn’t disclose everything over the net, regardless of how secure they believed the line was. They’d need Pierce’s brain on this one. Besides, this was still his task force.

Hawk gave them a quick coded message on Pierce’s condition, stating they’d be back at headquarters tomorrow. He logged off and rubbed his eyes. He wished he could see how this was going to end, but he saw nothing. Maybe Alpha was right. His emotions were closely linked to his perception. He needed to relax himself.

Hawk showered in the downstairs bathroom, thinking of his overnight guest as he soaped his cock and balls. He needed Pierce’s touch so bad. He wondered where the vision went of Pierce looking at him with love. He thought of going to the top floor and getting in that warm bed beside him. But Pierce needed to rest. He had to be one hundred percent tomorrow.

Hawk placed a couple more logs on the fire and pulled a pile of blankets out of his closet, tossing them haphazardly onto the furry rug on the floor. He yanked down a few throw pillows and settled himself in front of the fire. He slowly stroked his hand back and forth over his bare chest while he watched the bright orange flames lick up the stone and mortar and crackle in the darkness.

He pushed the faux fur covers down under his navel so he could feel the heat on his chest. He hummed softly and closed his eyes to let images of Pierce and him together flood his mind. He must’ve dozed off because his eyes popped open at the sound of light footsteps upstairs. He didn’t move as he listened to Pierce move about in his bedroom. Hawk heard him coming down the stairs and into the living room. He knew Pierce was standing over him, but Hawk didn’t move a muscle, waiting to see what Pierce was going to do.

“I know you’re awake. There’s no way you’d let me creep up on you, SEAL, so open your eyes,” Pierce whispered.

A slight smile played on Hawk’s face as he did what he was told. Pierce stood before him wrapped in his black terry cloth robe that was three sizes too big on his slight body. Hawk sat up on one elbow. “What’s the matter? Is it cold up there? Want me to start a fire?”

Pierce fidgeted with the robe belt. “No.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“No.”

“You okay?” Hawk’s brow creased with concern.

“Umm. I was just wondering. Uh... if you’d… ya’know. Like some company?” Pierce looked at Hawk’s lower half while asking his wary question.

Hawk pulled the covers back, just like before, inviting Pierce in. “Com’ere, baby. I always want your company.”

Pierce got under the mass of covers and stretched out on his back. Hawk crowded into his side and propped his head up on his elbow again to gaze down at the man that was so deeply ingrained under his skin. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m better now.”

“Good.”

“You can rest now,” Hawk said softly into his ear.

Pierce turned his head, letting his lips brush sweetly against his. “I’m not tired.”

Hawk caught Pierce’s cheek when he tried to turn away. He slanted his mouth over those pink lips and pressed gently against them. He pulled back and looked into crystal blue eyes, completely mesmerized. Hawk stroked the back of his finger down the side of Pierce’s face. He caught his chin and applied some pressure, forcing Pierce’s mouth open for him.

Hawk went back down and licked Pierce’s lips before tonguing his way inside his slightly parted mouth. Pierce moaned into him and just like that; Hawk’s body was burning up. He pushed the covers down to their hips, letting some air get to them. The fire was still burning and Hawk had begun to sweat. But the fire cast such a breathtaking glow on Pierce’s face, he chose not to put it out.

They kissed to a sexy rhythm, neither seeming to be in a rush. Hawk placed a few kisses in a path up Pierce’s face: to his cheek, to his eyes, to his forehead and groaned when Pierce leaned up to lick a wet path down his chin and over his Adam’s apple.

“Mmmm,” Hawk moaned. Damn it felt good to be touched like this. Lovingly, sweetly. Nameless fucks didn’t have time for slow and gentle. It was about getting off and going your separate ways.

Pierce finally let his own hands join in. Goose bumps popped up on Hawk’s arms when Pierce’s hand stroked the slick hair between his pecs. He rubbed just one hand over Hawk’s nipple and Hawk gasped into Pierce’s mouth, making the cute man smile victoriously. “Oh you think that’s funny.” Hawk’s lust-filled voice had Pierce panting while he whispered to him and licked him around his ear and in the crook of his neck. Hawk traced the shell of Pierce’s ear with his tongue and demanded in his deep timbre, “Do it again, baby.”

Pierce grazed his fingertips over the tight bud and used his fingernail to flick it until it was hard and red.

“Yes,” Hawk hissed. This time he kissed Pierce deeper than before. He groaned and explored his mouth with intensity. He’d wanted the smaller man for so long and it’d been hard to wait, but now he had him where he wanted him. He’d show Pierce exactly how he felt about him.

Hawk pulled back from their kiss and after waiting a few seconds to catch his breath, Pierce opened his eyes. He looked down Pierce’s body and smoothed his hand back and forth over the soft robe. He brought his eyes back up and began to pull one side of the belt keeping the robe closed. He watched Pierce for any signs of hesitation. Thank god all he saw was anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness. Hawk reached into one side of the robe and rubbed his hand across Pierce’s stomach, lightly stroking the muscles that twitched beneath his touch. He soon realized that Pierce was completely naked under his robe.
Oh my god
. Hawk’s face was buried in the soft hair just above Pierce’s ear. He could feel the quickened pulse. Knew his touch was driving his man crazy. Felt him shiver with each stroke of his tongue across his throat.

He tortured himself by letting only his hands explore Pierce’s body. Using his touch to imagine all the beauty hidden beneath that thick material. When he couldn’t wait another second, Hawk opened one side of the robe, revealing soft pale skin over toned muscles. He watched Pierce while he opened the other side. His face flushed with embarrassment as Hawk took in his body from head to toe. The hairless chest and defined abs. Narrow waist and hips. A blushing cock that was thin and long, jutting out from a blondish untrimmed bush of pubic hair. Hawk wanted to shove his face into it.

“I’m too skinny,” Pierce said against Hawk’s chest.

“You’re perfect. All of you. I want to kiss you and lick you everywhere. I love your light skin and your smooth body. You’re even sexier than I imagined,” Hawk whispered his appreciation into Pierce’s ear while he continued to stroke every inch of skin he could reach. He lightly placed his palm over Pierce’s leaking cock and loved the way his hips thrust up for more contact. Fuck. He was so responsive.

“How far do you want this to go baby?” Hawk asked.

“I’m umm. This is all… I haven’t,” Pierce stuttered.

“I know.

“You do?”

“Yes. I do. What I need to know is do you trust me?” Hawk looked at Pierce, showing him his genuineness. “Trust me to make it good for you.”

“Yes. Please.”

Chapter Nineteen

PIERCE

Oh my god. This is really going to happen
. Pierce was twenty percent excited, and eighty percent nervous. He touched Hawk’s hand when he placed it on his aching cock. He pressed it down harder, desperate for more contact.