Page 10 of Jumping In
What he had was the world’s most painful erection.
“Who said I’ll let you do any of that?” Clint asked, needing to push back a little even though they both knew he was so eager for it, he’d drop trou on the side of the road if Hawk pulled over. Normally he wasn’t this big of a slut, but a man didn’t get more than one chance to sample something as delicious as the deputy mayor and damned if Clint was going to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime.
“I’m very persuasive.”
The only persuading Clint would need to go to bed with Hawk was an invitation. And even that was negotiable.
“We’re here.” Hawk put the truck in Park and turned it off. The engine continued rattling. “This truck’s seen better days.”
“Serves its purpose. I don’t need fancy.” Clint squinted out the windshield. The sun had set completely and there wasn’t much moonlight. “Where are we?”
“I think you proved that by wearing jeans and boots to that party.” Hawk looked him over and narrowed his gaze. “Or were you trying to get your ex’s attention?”
“Nah. I already did that for longer than I should have,” Clint confessed. “I came to the party to get a beer ’cause my refrigerator broke.”
“They didn’t have beer.”
“I know.” Clint shook his head. “I guess beer’s not good enough.” He twisted sideways and looked at Hawk. “What the fuck’s wrong with beer, huh?”
“Not a thing. Give me a steak hot off the grill, a beer cold from the fridge, and a guy to share ’em with and I’m happy.”
He’d just described Clint’s perfect evening, which begged the question…
“Why were you at that party tonight, man?” Maybe hob-knobbing with the big names in town was part of Hawk’s job, but if that was true, he would have had to stay longer. “And why’d you leave? From the look of things, it was just getting started.” Not that Clint had looked at anything except the bottom of a glass and, for a few minutes, Ewan’s angry face.
“Same answer for both questions,” Hawk said as he pocketed the keys. “I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Huh?” Clint was back to one-word answers.
“You heard me.” Hawk grinned. “It’s warmer inside. Let’s go.”
Remembering his earlier question, Clint leaned forward and looked from side to side.
“Where are we?”
“Home.”
“No.” Clint shook his head. “I live in one of those four-plexes off Main. We’re set back a ways to the left of the Nowhere Diner.” He dragged his hand through his hair. “Or at least I live there for now. Got to get out in two weeks. Landlord’s selling the place.”
“Kismet.”
“Huh?” Clint said before he could stop himself. If he didn’t start forming complete sentences, or at least real words, he was going to kick his own ass.
“It’s cold and I need to get some coffee and food into you.” Hawk pulled the door handle and stepped out of the truck. “Let’s go inside.”
Clint opened his door and tried to get out, but couldn’t.
“Take off your belt.”
Looking from Hawk’s face, which was suddenly in his doorway, down to his own belt buckle, and then to Hawk’s face again, Clint said, “We’re doing it out here?”
“Your seatbelt.” Hawk barked out a laugh as he stepped forward and reached around Clint. “Besides, I’m still in the wooing-you stage. I figure that means I ought to do you in a bed a few times before I attack you in the front seat of the truck.”
“Nothing wrong with screwing in a truck, man.”
In fact, if Hawk didn’t stop rubbing his shoulder blade against Clint’s erection, he’d be coming in the truck.
“Nope, nothing wrong with that at all.” Hawk finally straightened. “When the weather warms up, we can throw some blankets in the back and fuck under the stars.”
