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beside him – or more precisely – underneath him, than here with this stranger.
    He motioned for the bartender again and this time ordered a double-shot of Tequila. Liquid courage. He needed to gather the balls to take this man around the corner or to a hotel. One-night stands weren’t brought back to his home. It wasn’t like he was in love with Pierce. The man even said he didn’t like him to his face. Pissed even more when his mind kept flashing the vision of Pierce’s face in front of him, he slammed the liquid back.
    He looked down at the twink that had attached himself to his right side, making his enthusiasm obvious. He threw a twenty and a ten on the bar and gripped the small apple-sized bicep in his arm, instantly liking the supple silkiness under his own gun-calloused hands.
    “Let’s go,” he said roughly.
    “You got it big and sexy,” his date for the night purred, and let Hawk practically carry him out of there.
    Hawk stepped back out into the brisk fall air and made quick steps to his bike.
    “Here, put this on,” he ordered.
    “Oh shit! How hot is this?” he squealed, clapping his hands happily.
    Hawk again had to suppress his irritation. He slammed his own black Scorpion helmet on, adjusting his ponytail and waited for his date to strap on the spare, half helmet. He threw his long leg over the seat gracefully and settled all the way to the back.
    “Hey, what’s your name?” the twink half giggled. “Fine time for me to ask, huh? After I’m already straddling your crotch rocket.”
    Since his face shield was on, the man couldn’t see his raised eyebrows. “It’s Hawk.”
    “Oh really.” He gave a skeptical look. “Is that your government name?”
    “Precisely.”
    That made the pretty man frown in confusion.
    “In case you were wondering my name is Colin.”
    “I was wondering.” Hawk slid on to the bike. “Since you’re not scared, I take it you know how to ride.”
    “Oh yes. My last boyfriend was in a biker gang. I loved riding with him. So free, so exhilarating. I also know this is a Ducati, so make her roar, hot stuff.”
    That made one side of Hawk’s mouth curl up and his chest beat at a staccato rhythm as Colin nestled in as close to him as he could and squeezed him around his middle. The feel of Colin’s frail chest against his strong back was pleasurable, his small but firm thighs were squeezing him tightly, making him sigh with mild contentment.
    Pierce’s eyes, smile, lips, ass, all flashed across his face in milliseconds – like a panoramic photo. Pierce wasn’t in trouble, and this wasn’t Hawk’s perception, it was his conscience.
    Fuck.
    He started the 899 Panigale. Did what Colin asked. Made her roar like the beast she was. He left the parking lot burning rubber, hoping there was a night of ecstasy up ahead. Hawk cut left in front of six lanes of ferocious traffic and felt Colin’s grip tighten – not from fear – from sheer excitement. Back on I95 with nothing but clear lanes ahead, his speedometer was close to the century mark. He took the exit that would lead him to a decent hotel downtown.
    He spotted a Marriott that didn’t appear to have a full parking lot. Hawk parked and helped Colin off the back. With his helmet in his hand he made quick strides through the parking lot and straight into the entrance right up to the front desk.
    After picking his not-too-choosey accommodations, he showed his ID, and the clerk said he was entitled to a military discount. He nodded once, took his key and helmet all in one hand since Colin had a death grip on his other one and went to the bank of elevators around the corner.
    “You’re in the military?”
    “Sort of. I’m a private contractor for the federal government.”
    “What branch were you in?”
    “Special Forces.”
    “Which one.”
    “The best one.”
    “Of course.”
    Hawk stepped into the elevator, retreating to the far corner for their short trip to the fifth floor when Colin pressed his