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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.”
    It was February. The weather wasn’t going to warm up that night. Was Hawk talking about getting together again? The alcohol in Clint’s veins and the hard-on in his pants were making it nearly impossible for him to think clearly.
    “I don’t understand.”
    “You will.” Hawk took his hand and waited for him to climb out of the truck.
    “I can walk,” Clint said, unsure how he felt about the gesture.
    On the one hand, he’d always prided himself on his strength and self-sufficiency. He’d enlisted in the army right out of high school and built his own life, never needing anyone’s help. But on the other hand, there was something undeniably enticing about having someone to lean on.
    “Like I said before, I like touching you.” Hawk yanked on his arm. “Quit being stubborn and get your fine ass out of that ugly truck and into my house so I can play with it.”
    Laughing, Clint tightened his grip on Hawk’s hand and hopped out of the truck.
    “I thought you wanted to play with my dick,” he said as he cupped his crotch.
    “I said I want your ass too.” Hawk tugged him forward until their noses touched. From this close, his blue eyes twinkled as brightly as the stars. “I want it all,” he whispered. “I want every last part of you.”

Chapter Four
    Needing to clear his head so he could assimilate Hawk’s words with some type of logical meaning, Clint peeled his gaze away from the distractingly handsome face and stepped away from his truck.
    “This is your place?” Clint shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the earth-colored pueblo.
    “Yup.”
    The inconsistently sized windows and flat roofline differentiated it from the modern versions of the traditional Native American houses. “How old is it?”
    “Nineteen thirties.” Hawk stepped up behind him, wrapped strong beefy arms around his waist, and rested his chin over Clint’s shoulder. “The inside’s been updated over the years. Nothing fancy, but it’s sturdy, warm—” he slid his lips over Clint’s neck, “—solid.”
    “Sounds like a good place.” Clint’s voice shook along with his body. The soft lips and scratchy whiskers were doing nothing to curb his arousal.
    “I like it.” Hawk found a spot behind Clint’s ear and suckled while he moved one hand beneath Clint’s jacket and the other down to his groin. “Going to like it even more with you in it.”
    He’d suspected the deputy mayor was interested in him earlier that day, but he hadn’t anticipated how strongly the man would come on to him. The attention was flattering, enticing, but also a little disconcerting. Was he willing to be another man’s secret?
    No. Clint had promised himself to live life on his terms and that meant not hiding. Not even for someone as enticing as Hawk Black. But maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe Hawk wanted nothing more than a fuck for the night and