Jumping In by Cardeno C. Read Free Book Online

right now, you need some coffee, food in your belly, and a little more time to let the alcohol pass.”
    “You trying to sober me up enough to drive home so I get out of your hair?” Clint joked.
    Hawk froze and looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m trying to sober you up enough to decide the opposite.”
    Clint furrowed his brow.
    “You’re not ready.” Hawk tilted his chin toward the bar stools around a wood-topped island. “Have a seat. A little wrestling in the bedroom’s fun, but only when it’s a game. I’m not into doing guys who aren’t willing.”
    “Aren’t willing?” Clint asked incredulously. “I know you didn’t miss the seven inches of wood in my jeans.”
    “Too drunk to know you were in no condition to drive home isn’t willing.” Hawk arched one eyebrow and grinned as he grabbed his dick. “And I’ve got eight and a half.”
    Clint snorted. “Congratulations, man.” Realizing he wasn’t going to change Hawk’s mind, he sat on a stool. “Bet I’m thicker, though.”
    “Thick’s good.” Hawk’s voice was husky. “You won’t get any complaints from me about thick.”
    Tearing his gaze away from Hawk before he started drooling or begging, Clint distracted himself by looking around the kitchen. The space was bigger than the tiny corner in his apartment where he cooked, but it wasn’t huge. The cabinets were oak, probably a few decades old but in decent condition, and the countertops were a traditional Saltillo tile.
    “I’m good on a grill but in the kitchen, about all I can make are scrambled eggs and spaghetti.” Hawk walked over to the fridge. “Pick your poison.”
    “Eggs are good.” Clint’s stomach growled at the mention of food. “Toast too, if you’ve got it.”
    “Not hungry, huh?” Hawk chuckled. “A heaping plate of eggs and toast coming up.”
    “Want some help?”
    “Nope. I’m wooing you, remember?” He put a frying pan on the stove and turned on the gas.
    “I don’t need wooing, man.”
    “No?” Hawk looked at Clint as he untwisted the tie on a bread bag.
    “Weren’t you the guy I was dry humping five minutes ago? I’m as good as gotten.”
    With a smile and a shake of his head, Hawk picked up an egg and cracked it against the side of the pan. “I figured out your dick liked me a long time ago.” He tossed the eggshell back into the carton and moved on to the next one. “I’m aiming for an organ located higher up.” One by one, he added the rest of the eggs and then scrambled them with a fork while they cooked. “They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. That means I have to show you my mad cooking skills.”
    “My stomach’s not that picky, man. I’m much more interested in my dick.”
    “So you’re saying I should bypass the stomach because the way to your heart is through your dick?”
    “Something like that.” Clint laughed.
    “Then I’m golden.”
    Hawk plucked the toast from the toaster, tossed it from palm to palm until he reached the plate, and then began buttering it.
    “That sure of yourself, huh?”
    “What can I say?” Hawk plated the eggs. “I’m great in bed.”
    “I’ll believe it when I finally see it.”
    “You’re speaking in whole sentences and all your words finally make sense, so I think that’ll be pretty soon.” He put the plate in front of Clint along with a fork and knife and then stepped over to the coffee maker. “Eat up.” He poured the coffee into a mug and set it in front of Clint.
    “Aren’t you eating?” Clint asked through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
    “I’m good. I grabbed dinner with Gabriel before the party.”
    “Gabriel?” Clint reached for the mug and drank some coffee.
    “Martinez.” Hawk walked to refrigerator. “The mayor.” He came back with two bottles of water.
    “Work dinner or do you hang out with your boss socially?” As soon as the question was out of his mouth, Clint realized it was invasive. “Sorry. Forget I asked. That’s none