Page 8 of Jumping In
“Oh.” The valet gulped and looked up at Clint from underneath his lashes. “Things have slowed down with all the party arrivals. Maybe I can take you home and, uh, stay for a little bit.” He coughed. “Just to make sure you’re okay.”
Clint must have been drunker than he realized, because the offer wasn’t adding up.
“I’ll take him home.” Whiskey and gravel.
“Mister Deputy Mayor,” Clint said as he turned to the side and found himself face to face with Hawk Black. “It’s good to see you.” He would have offered to shake the man’s hand, or suck his dick, but if he let go of the truck, chances were high he’d fall.
“Call me Hawk,” the deputy mayor said to Clint and then he turned toward the valet and said, “I’ll take his keys.”
“Yes, sir.” With a disappointed sigh, the guy handed them over, looked at Clint sadly, and then shuffled away.
“I think he might be drunk or something,” Clint whispered. At least he hoped it was a whisper. His ears were ringing so it was hard to be certain.
“Somebody sure is.” Hawk smiled at Clint fondly as he circled his arm around Clint’s waist. “Let’s get you in the car.”
“I can walk.”
Hawk looked him over appraisingly. “Doubtful.” He started walking, taking Clint with him. “Besides, this gives me a chance to feel all those muscles that kid was talking about.”
“What kid?” Clint asked in confusion.
“The valet.” Hawk shook his head. “Damn, you’re toasted if you didn’t notice him drooling over you.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” Hawk opened the passenger door, moved his palm up Clint’s back to his nape, and massaged him gently. “I’ve waited long enough. He’s out of luck.”
“Huh?”
Dipping his face forward until his breath blew across Clint’s cheek, Hawk rasped, “Get in.”
A full-body tremor made its way through Clint and he lost the power of speech. Not that he’d been speaking so much as grunting.
“Come on, baby.” Hawk nudged him into the car. “Time to go.”
Had Hawk just called him “baby”?
“Huh?”
“Buckle up,” Hawk said with a smirk. He shut the door, jogged around the front of the truck, and got into the driver’s seat.
Clint could do nothing but sit and stare.
After staring back for a couple of seconds, Hawk said, “You need to put on your seatbelt.” He reached across Clint, snatched the seatbelt, and slowly pulled it across Clint’s chest. Every part of that process involved Hawk’s shoulders and chest rubbing against Clint’s nipples and Hawk’s scent permeating his being. “Safety first,” he said hoarsely as he clipped the buckle into place.
If he’d been a little less drunk, Clint was pretty sure he would have come in his pants. As it was, he had to tip his head against the seatback and close his eyes so he could calm his libido. There was no avoiding hard-ons in Hawk’s presence. With a groan, he reached between his legs and adjusted himself, hoping Hawk didn’t notice, or that if he did, he didn’t mind.
“You left the party early.”
Just the man’s voice was enough to make Clint’s cock throb. In his entire life, he’d never reacted to another person like he did to Hawk Black. Of course, he’d never met anyone as ruggedly handsome, powerfully confident, and quietly intelligent.
“As opposed to loudly intelligent?”
“Huh?” How could Hawk know what he’d been thinking?
“Because you’re thinking out loud.” Hawk grinned. “I’m glad you like how I look. That’ll make this much easier.”
“I didn’t…” Clint stopped himself mid-denial because, first off, he had very little chance of convincing Hawk he hadn’t meant what he’d said and second, anybody with eyes would come to the same conclusion. “What do you meanthis? What’s thethisthat’ll be easier?”
