Dawn Endeavor 2: Hayashi's Hero by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online

were.”
    “The ocean? I thought we'd covered that base. So the bastard has been hiding at sea?” Jules asked, his eyes bright.
    Morgan nodded.
    “How the hell did you get all that?” Kisho wanted to know.
    “Yeah, considering our own government hasn't seen him for months. You've been here for three days and spent no more than half an hour with your contact. What the hell?” Jules added.
    Morgan sat down next to Kisho and brushed against his thigh.
    A jolt of energy shot straight to Kisho's cock, and he frowned at the satisfied smile Morgan gave him before Morgan returned his attention to Jules.
    “I've had feelers out for Montaña since Mrs. Sharpe contacted me months ago. The key to finding Delancey is finding Montaña. To do that, you have to know what the colonel likes.”
    “You'd think our government would know that,” Jules said.
    “They do. Problem is, someone doesn't want you to know that.” Jules blinked. “Who?”
    “Not sure. That, I haven't been able to learn yet.” Morgan stretched and looked skyward, exposing a length of bronzed throat.
    Kisho had the distinct urge to bite down and taste that golden flesh. His beast rumbled with hunger. “Where were you before this assignment?” he asked, suddenly wanting to know.
    Where did Morgan come from? What was his family like? And what was that faint accent Kisho heard when he listened with all his senses?
    Tersch gave him a subtle nod, as if to prod him closer. The seduction plan. If the Viking only knew the disaster that lay in that direction. Sleeping with Morgan would lead to a future Kisho didn't want to come to pass. But lately, his hormones were trying to take control of the rational man in charge of his beast.
    “Before this I was in South America. I was on another job. One you're not cleared to hear about.”
    Jules snorted. “Oh yeah, I've used that line a time or two before. You know, Morgan, I have my reservations, but if this info pans out, I'll have to take back all the things I've said said about you.”
    Morgan blinked. “All?”
    “Well, maybe not all, but most.”
    “At least you're calling me Morgan, and not dickhead, asshole, or fuckwad.”
    “Fuckwad was mine.” Tersch beamed with pride.
    Kisho shook his head. “It's a rite of passage. You come to the team, you prove yourself.”
    “Hey, I've offered to prove myself, but you sensitive squids won't let me near your precious gym.” Morgan scoffed.
    “Did he just call us sensitive?” Tersch growled.
    “Did he just call us squids? SEALs, dickhead, not squids.” Fallon frowned. “And keep your distance from Oliva, while I'm at it.”
    Kisho understood Fallon's problem. Morgan was fine with a capital F . Tall, dark, and handsome, with that bad-boy appeal that screamed danger, an aphrodisiac to most women—and Kisho as well. He'd been fighting it by keeping his distance, but just a few heartbeats away from Morgan made his body hum in a manner he'd never felt before.
    Sex with men satisfied, to an extent. Sex with Circs enabled him to stave off that psychotic madness so many of his fellow friends had perished from. It provided a closeness he needed and a physical release from building tensions. But he had a feeling sex with Morgan would be unforgettable.
    Kisho cleared his throat and rose, putting some distance between him and the tall drink of temptation. “Well, it's late, and I'm beat. Let's head home, and we can talk about it tomorrow.” He glanced at Morgan. “If you're so keen to get your ass handed to you, meet me in the gym tomorrow morning.”

    Tersch chuckled. “Oh man, if I didn't hate mornings so much, I'd stop by to watch Hayashi kick your ass. Good luck.” He snickered and left for the SUV.
    Jules and Fallon followed him, grinning ear to ear.
    “Good going. Remember, we need this,” Fallon sent him.
    I need this, Kisho thought. Sex doesn't have to lead to forever. I know better than most that happily ever after is a myth. Maybe if I sate this craving,