with you right then. Told Gabriel I was going to wrap up my projects in D.C., put my place on the market, and move here to be with you. He asked me to work for him and that brings us to today.”
“You changed your whole life because you saw me playing softball and have a soft spot for dogs?” Clint pushed himself up to a sitting position and dragged his fingers through his hair. “People don’t do that.”
“Well, I did.” Hawk curled his big hand around Clint’s thigh. “I’ve never felt that kind of pull. No way was I going to ignore it and miss out on something great.”
“I could have been dumb or mean or annoying or straight or—”
“You’re not any of those things.” Hawk sat up and brushed his lips over Clint’s. “You’re wonderful and getting to know you only made me fall harder.”
A part of Clint he didn’t know existed woke up with those words and a longing blossomed in his chest. His heart raced, his lungs burned, and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to run away or snatch what Hawk was offering and guard it with every part of him.
“Mayor Martinez must have thought you’d lost your mind,” he said as he wondered the same thing about himself.
“Nah.” Hawk shook his head. “My dad did the same thing when he met my mom, so Gabriel knows the drill.”
“Your father met your mom and moved to New York?” Clint remembered Hawk saying he’d grown up there during one of their conversations. He also knew Hawk had a younger brother and two younger sisters, that his family was close, and that he’d had Golden Labs as a child.
“She moved to be with him, actually. My mother’s family is from New York. My father died when she was pregnant with me so she moved back there and remarried. Black’s my stepfather’s name. She gave me my father’s last name as my first name.”
“Your father’s last name was Hawk?”
“Hawk’s my nickname. My father was Bruce Hawthorne.” Hawk raised his hand and pointed around the room. “This was his house.”
“You’re a Hawthorne?” Clint asked incredulously. Not only had the Hawthorne family founded the town, but their charitable endowment still funded a lot of the organizations and they owned a good portion of the land. “I thought the family had all passed away.”
“All except for me.”
“How is it I didn’t know this?”
“Well, it didn’t strike me as important when we were getting to know each other.” Hawk moved his hand up Clint’s thigh to his groin and caressed his balls and shaft. “I hadn’t spent any time here so it doesn’t have anything to do with who I am, just what I own.”
“So on top of being gorgeous and smart, you had a powerful career and tons of money and you decided to move to Hawthorne, New Mexico, to take up with me?”
“Yup.” Hawk wrapped his hand around Clint’s dick. “Best decision I ever made.”
“You’re insane.”
Lying on his stomach, Hawk put his face in Clint’s lap and said, “I prefer to think of myself as a romantic.”
“Fine. You’re an insane romantic.” An incredibly sexy insane romantic.
“Insanely romantic.” Hawk lapped at Clint’s hardening cock. “I like that.”
“That’s not what I said.” Another couple of minutes with Hawk’s mouth on his dick and Clint wasn’t sure he’d remember his own name let alone the conversation.
“Potato, potato,” Hawk said, once again pronouncing each word differently. He licked Clint’s balls. “How I got here isn’t important.” He blew hot air along Clint’s shaft. “The point is, I’m here, I love you, and by the time I’m done with my seduction plans for this weekend, you’re going to love me too.” And with that promise made, Hawk took Clint’s dick into his mouth and gently sucked.
“That feels so good.” Almost as good as the warmth unfurling in Clint’s heart.
Chapter Six
Hawk insisted on driving over with him to get the dogs on Saturday morning. Clint thought about refusing in light
“You changed your whole life because you saw me playing softball and have a soft spot for dogs?” Clint pushed himself up to a sitting position and dragged his fingers through his hair. “People don’t do that.”
“Well, I did.” Hawk curled his big hand around Clint’s thigh. “I’ve never felt that kind of pull. No way was I going to ignore it and miss out on something great.”
“I could have been dumb or mean or annoying or straight or—”
“You’re not any of those things.” Hawk sat up and brushed his lips over Clint’s. “You’re wonderful and getting to know you only made me fall harder.”
A part of Clint he didn’t know existed woke up with those words and a longing blossomed in his chest. His heart raced, his lungs burned, and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to run away or snatch what Hawk was offering and guard it with every part of him.
“Mayor Martinez must have thought you’d lost your mind,” he said as he wondered the same thing about himself.
“Nah.” Hawk shook his head. “My dad did the same thing when he met my mom, so Gabriel knows the drill.”
“Your father met your mom and moved to New York?” Clint remembered Hawk saying he’d grown up there during one of their conversations. He also knew Hawk had a younger brother and two younger sisters, that his family was close, and that he’d had Golden Labs as a child.
“She moved to be with him, actually. My mother’s family is from New York. My father died when she was pregnant with me so she moved back there and remarried. Black’s my stepfather’s name. She gave me my father’s last name as my first name.”
“Your father’s last name was Hawk?”
“Hawk’s my nickname. My father was Bruce Hawthorne.” Hawk raised his hand and pointed around the room. “This was his house.”
“You’re a Hawthorne?” Clint asked incredulously. Not only had the Hawthorne family founded the town, but their charitable endowment still funded a lot of the organizations and they owned a good portion of the land. “I thought the family had all passed away.”
“All except for me.”
“How is it I didn’t know this?”
“Well, it didn’t strike me as important when we were getting to know each other.” Hawk moved his hand up Clint’s thigh to his groin and caressed his balls and shaft. “I hadn’t spent any time here so it doesn’t have anything to do with who I am, just what I own.”
“So on top of being gorgeous and smart, you had a powerful career and tons of money and you decided to move to Hawthorne, New Mexico, to take up with me?”
“Yup.” Hawk wrapped his hand around Clint’s dick. “Best decision I ever made.”
“You’re insane.”
Lying on his stomach, Hawk put his face in Clint’s lap and said, “I prefer to think of myself as a romantic.”
“Fine. You’re an insane romantic.” An incredibly sexy insane romantic.
“Insanely romantic.” Hawk lapped at Clint’s hardening cock. “I like that.”
“That’s not what I said.” Another couple of minutes with Hawk’s mouth on his dick and Clint wasn’t sure he’d remember his own name let alone the conversation.
“Potato, potato,” Hawk said, once again pronouncing each word differently. He licked Clint’s balls. “How I got here isn’t important.” He blew hot air along Clint’s shaft. “The point is, I’m here, I love you, and by the time I’m done with my seduction plans for this weekend, you’re going to love me too.” And with that promise made, Hawk took Clint’s dick into his mouth and gently sucked.
“That feels so good.” Almost as good as the warmth unfurling in Clint’s heart.
Chapter Six
Hawk insisted on driving over with him to get the dogs on Saturday morning. Clint thought about refusing in light
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