Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m continuing with Hawk’s story, nearly right after last week’s snippet. I’ll have one more snippet from this scene and I only have one more scene after this, and that one’s not quite finished. Not sure what I’ll do when I catch up to myself, though I do have other projects I could share from. We’ll see. For now, here’s another snippet:
Devil moved over to me, pressing a quick, but hard, kiss to my mouth. “I’m fine,” he said. “Didn’t see anything out of place on my run. How are you, though?”
“Fine,” I said, though I was sure no one in the room believed me. “Really,” I insisted, “I will be once we figure out what we’re going to do.”
He still looked worried about me, though. I hated that. It hadn’t been too long since I’d been the one worried about him, almost constantly, and not just when the Ivory Crows had been coming after him. But, because he’d been running himself right into the ground; all trying to hide who he really was.
They are both fine. Suuuuure, they are. 😉
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I finished NaNoWriMo on Wednesday with a historical fiction project. I’m only about halfway through the story, though. Along with all my other projects I have going. Lots of writing in my future. Just the way I like it. 🙂 Anyway, for today I have more of Hawk’s story. I skipped ahead several paragraphs here, but we’re still in the same scene as before.
When I got there Bull and Devil had joined Icarus already. I could tell Devil hadn’t changed after his run. His shirt had ben darkened by sweat, his hair still wet with it, too. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but I held myself back.
Not that either of the other two men would care. They’d seen me all over Devil before and hadn’t batted an eye. It would be Devil who cared, though. He still wasn’t comfortable with the public displays. And he already looked worked up enough.
The run obviously hadn’t drained away all his tension as it usually helped to.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I hope everyone in the US had a good Thanksgiving and got all the deals you wanted Friday. Me, I sat at home Friday and did my shopping from my desk. Crowds and I just do not get along. Plus I got more writing done. Good enough reason to stay home. And now I have the next little bit of Hawk’s story for you.
“Where’s Dam-Devil?” Anyone there would know who I meant with either name, but he preferred having his road name used, except when we were in bed.
“He went for a run,” Icarus said, glancing back down at his paper.
“On his own?”
“That isn’t exactly unusual. You know how your man is.”
Yes, I did. That was the problem. He could be reckless, impetuous, and so damn honorable, and if my father happened to still be around and saw him, if he knew what Damon meant to me…no, I couldn’t even think about that. “You know which way he went?”
Is Devil going to do anything reckless while he is out, or will he save that for another time?
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Skipping forward to the end of the scene I started sharing last week. I think we all knew where that was heading. 😉 The ending of a sweet moment between them.
When we were both spent, I rested my head on his chest. His fingers drifted through my hair, then he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Will you sleep now?”
“Trying,” I said, already drifting off.
“Good,” he said, his hand resting against the back of my neck. “I love you, Gavin. Everything will work out.”
Devil had never been the optimistic type, so I knew he said it for my benefit. I just really wished I could believe it was true. “Love you, too.”
Is this the calm before the storm? Will things really work out? Or will there be some bad trouble coming?
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I have more from Hawk’s story here for you. I’ve moved on to Chapter 3. Skipped the first couple paragraphs of the scene, but basically Hawk is laying awake thinking about what life had been like with his father(not good) while Devil sleeps next to him.
A hand slid over my hip and down my thigh. “You could turn the volume down on those thoughts, couldn’t you?”
“Sorry,” I said around a laugh.
He pulled my arm over his side, bringing me onto my own side, so I was spooning against him. He slid my hand up his stomach then finally lifting it away and pressing a kiss to my palm. I knew the laugh had been his plan all along. He seemed to be the one person who knew how to get me out of my head. And I often did the same thing for him.
“Are you still worrying?” he asked as he placed another kiss at my wrist.
Is he still worrying or has Devil succeeded in distracting him? I won’t even ask where you think this is going as it should be rather obvious. 😉
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story, and on this, my birthday weekend(double 3s on Sunday), I’ve got the last snippet from the scene(and chapter) I’ve been sharing from. Hawk has told them about the last time he saw his father(when he nearly killed Hawk) and it leaves Devil rather shaken. I got a bit creative with punctuation to get it all to fit. 😉
“Hey,” I said, “look at me, Damon. Devil,” I said, when he didn’t respond. “I’m here, he didn’t succeed. Mr. Bentley fished me out of that ditch and got me healed up. He gave me a safe place until I could enlist in the Corps, and I’m still alive. I’m not going to let him change that.”
“God,” he murmured then his mouth had latched onto mine.
I felt the other guys leave, but I didn’t care; I was here with Damon. That had to be all that mattered right now, especially with my father out there.
I didn’t know how much time we might have together; I’d savor every second of it.
How much time will they have? What are they going to do? I’ll have more next weekend.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. I’m only about halfway through writing this, so as long as I don’t catch up to myself, I’ll probably be sharing from this for a while. This week’s picks up a couple lines down from last week’s. I’ll probably share one more snippet from this scene before moving on to the next.
“Do you really think he knew you were the target?” Devil asked. “Surely he wouldn’t have taken it if-“
“Yes, he would have,” I said before he could finish that thought. “He wanted me dead eight years ago. He thought I was, or close to it, when he dumped me in that ditch. He’ll just think of it as finally finishing the job.”
“I still don’t get why your own father would want you dead,” Devil said. “I mean, I know dads can be assholes, but to actually try to kill you.”
Damon’s own father had blamed him for his brother’s death, so I knew just how much he understood, but this went so much farther than that.
So what is Hawk’s father’s problem(other than being a nasty, hateful man)? Is Hawk going to tell them? What are they going to do next?