Welcome to the world, Casper Grim. We’ve been waiting for you!

Tomorrow (October 2nd) is Casper Grim’s book birthday! In honor of it being officially Spooky Season I’m giving you a look at one of my favorite “spooky” chapters from Like Grim Death.

“Smnermalnipsh…” Hawk mumbled in his sleep before he rolled onto his back. The duvet slid off the bed and Casper’s head popped up. His brow arched and he silently pushed off the mattress, hoping to get a better look. Hawk scrubbed at the hairs in the center of his chest and shifted restlessly. He slept in his boxers but Casper couldn’t be caught looking as Hawk got ready for bed. You can look now…

He smirked and crawled off the mattress on his hands and his good knee, careful not to make a sound. He slowly made his way across the floor and listened for any change in Hawk’s breathing, aside from the occasional indiscernible mumble. Hawk’s bed was higher off the ground so Casper didn’t have to stay too low as he dragged his dying leg behind him. He carefully reached and pulled himself up with the nightstand so he could rise on his good knee and the breath caught in Casper’s throat.

There were names tattooed on Hawk’s wide, firmly muscled chest. Casper’s head tilted as he read them. There were a dozen and most of them had ranks. Two of them were women. Casper glanced at Hawk’s face but it was relaxed and his breath huffed softly. Casper’s eye clung to the salt-and-pepper scruff on Hawk’s jaw before it traveled down his chest and the tight ridges of his stomach. Casper’s mouth was dry as his gaze lingered on the front of Hawk’s boxers. Mother of God. Casper licked his lips but it didn’t help when he reached Hawk’s thighs. He wanted to bite them so desperately, it made him dizzy. He swayed forward but caught himself and touched the mattress so he wouldn’t bump it. Hawk’s hand streaked across the bed and pushed beneath the other pillow before he rolled and Casper found himself face-to-face with a SIG Sauer. There was a hard, loud click as Hawk’s other hand slid across the top of the SIG as he charged it, and Casper’s lips pulled into a wide grin.

“I need to empty my bladder but it’s nice to see that it’s still working.”

“Give me a second,” Hawk sighed as he released the slide and flicked the safety back then let his hand fall onto the pillow. He dropped the pistol and scrubbed his face before he sat up. Casper scooted out of the way as Hawk threw his legs over the side of the bed.

“Wait!” Casper screeched as he was unceremoniously scooped up and carried around the bed.

“What the…” Hawk said as he noticed the blood pattering onto the rug then swore at the puddle from the dripping IV line on the floor. “Why did you rip it out?” He complained loudly as he swung into the hall.

“I told you, I needed to pee.”

“What did you do with the urinal bottle?” Hawk asked.

“I threw it out the window. It was full.”

“You should have woken me up so I could empty it and take the line out.”

“I’m tired of being hooked up and I don’t want to pee in a bottle. Am I allowed a little dignity?” Casper grumbled but he got the light switch for Hawk as he leaned against the bathroom door. 

“Fine. But don’t be a fucking creep. Wake me up next time,” he scolded. Casper’s eye flicked upwards before he shook his head.

“I don’t like being carried like a fucking baby or a bride either,” he told Hawk and Casper’s lips pulled into a disgruntled scowl as he was lowered onto the toilet seat. Hawk pointed threateningly then ran from the bathroom and returned a moment later with gauze and tape for Casper’s hand.

“Can you manage from here?” Hawk asked and Casper held up his middle finger.

“I can manage to find my way around this fucking gown,” he said bitterly. Hawk pushed out a hard breath, as if he’d just finished counting to ten.

“I’ll be out here if you need anything,” he replied blandly then turned on his heel and left. Casper leaned so he could watch Hawk’s ass and it was almost as tempting as his thighs. He gave his head a shake and decided to go ahead and relieve himself while he was there. Casper used the wall and got himself to his feet and peed then leaned and hopped to the sink. Hawk came in as he was washing his hands and Casper reached behind him to close the back of the gown. “Ready?”

“No,” Casper said but he held up his arm so Hawk could lift him.

“I sent Blink a message and asked him to send over a set of crutches. I don’t think I can trust you to stay out of trouble but I know it’s hard for you to sit still,” Hawk said as he carried Casper back to the bedroom. He set Casper down on his good leg then gave the center of his chest a shove. Casper’s shocked gasp turned into a laugh as he fell onto the mattress and Hawk smirked as he went back to his bed. “I left something on your pillow for you until Blink can have something better sent over,” he added. Casper sat up and felt around his bed in the low light and found a pile of folded garments. He held them up and all the heat in his body dropped to his ass as he stared at a pair of Hawk’s boxers and one of his white v-neck t-shirts.

“Uhhhh…” He swallowed the knot in his throat and looked to Hawk. He held up a hand then ruffled his hair. Hawk showered before bed and his hair looked soft and fluffy and Casper could almost smell it.

“I know they’ll be big on you but that works in our favor, actually. It’ll be easy for you to get in and out of my boxers without bothering your leg too much,” he said quickly then squeezed his eyes shut. “Whatever. If it’s weird or you don’t like them because they’re not black…or whatever, just throw them back.”

“No.” Casper clutched them against his chest and shook his head. “I’ll wear them.” He bit down on his lips and hoped he wasn’t blushing. There was a slight warmth to his face and Casper wondered if he was even capable of blushing. It wasn’t the sort of thing he’d do before Hawk.

“Cool,” Hawk said and tossed his chin at Casper as he bent to fix his duvet. “Just yell if you need something. I don’t want to accidentally shoot you.”

“No?”

“No. If I’m going to go to jail for murdering you, it’s going to be because you gave yourself another infection or broke another bone,” Hawk replied and it turned into a yawn as he buried his face in his pillow. “Goodnight, Casper.”

“Goodnight,” Casper said softly. He retreated into the shadows and huddled against the wall with Hawk’s shirt and boxers. Casper stretched his neck to make sure Hawk couldn’t see him then raised the boxers to his face and inhaled. They were clean and smelled like fabric softener but he’d worn them and they were Casper’s now.

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Welcome to the world, Casper Grim. We’ve been waiting for you!