Page 81 of Cherry Picked
Hawk shook his head. “I heard engines. All he has to do is hike back to the main trail, and they’ll pick him up.”
I moved closer to him and pulled him into my arms again, trying to ignore the wet layers of T-shirt between us. “Don’t fuck with Hawk Sunday,” I said softly.
“No kidding!” Gracie stood up and did a little dance. “He was sooo hard-core, Jack. Like, literal, actualheroism.I can’t wait to post about… Oh, no! I can’t post this at all, can I?”
“Not this,” Hawk agreed. “But what if I made you an official collaborator on the Save Fogg Peak Instagram account? That way, you could post all the other pictures you take on your hikes or of our protests. You’d be doing me a favor.”
“Seriously?” Gracie’s big eyes went wide. She sniffed a little and pulled the emergency blanket around her. “This is the best day.”
I met Hawk’s eyes. “You think he’s going to follow through on his promises?”
He nodded. “Honestly, it’s the only way Evola stands a chance at developing here. If we showed these videos to Little Pippin Hollow, they’d vote straight no on everything.”
I leaned in and kissed him again. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Guys?” Gracie said, nudging Hawk with her elbow. “The rain has stopped. Should we make a break for it?”
Hawk let go of me and turned on his phone flashlight. “Absolutely. Lead the way.”
Gracie and I did the same. Then I sent a second text to Webb, this one telling him all was well and promising to explain more later, and we set off down the Red Trail toward the main parking area, where Gracie had left her car.
It took us three times longer to get down the mountain than it normally would, and by the time we got to Gracie’s beaten-up sedan, she was clearly exhausted.
“Why don’t you let me drive? I can drop you off now and bring you your car tomorrow,” Hawk suggested.
Gracie stood straight, her battered emergency blanket hanging off her shoulders like a queen’s robe, and fixed him with a steely-eyed glare I hadn’t known her capable of. “I’m not akid, Hawk,” she insisted. “I just helped you foil Simon’s shitty plan to push this resort through. I’m capable of driving myself.”
I coughed to cover my laugh, and Hawk pressed his lips together to hide his smile. “Understood,” he said solemnly. “In that case, will you drop us at Rock Cut pullout before you go home?”
She grinned. “That I can do.”
Once we were on the road, my phone pinged with several messages, all from Webb. The final one agreed to take my truck as long as I called him when I was safely home to tell him the story.
When Gracie dropped us off, she got out of the car to give Hawk a big hug. “Thank you for coming to help. I knew you would.”
Hawk shifted awkwardly. “Of course. Peaky for life, right?” He reached out a hand to fist-bump.
“Always,” she said, bumping it and jumping in for another quick hug.
As soon as she’d hopped back in her car and drove off, Hawk turned to me. The air was heavy with the leftover humidity from the rain, and the moon had risen fully, bathing the world in milky light. The scent of rain and fresh pine needles filled the air and the hush of latent drips falling from nearby trees formed a soft patter in the distance.
We stared at each other, and I’d just opened my mouth to ask if he was okay when Hawk suddenly shoved me against the hood of his car. I barely gasped in a breath before he attacked my mouth with his.
I grabbed him to keep from falling backward. He was all hands and tongue and hard dick lurching up into my inner thigh.
My hands roamed everywhere on his body without thought, shoving up his shirt and mapping the contours of his back and shoulders.
“Want you,” he panted against my mouth. “So fucking much.”
He yanked my rain jacket from around my waist and dropped it on the dirty ground before kneeling on it and fumbling at the waistband of my shorts. All I could do was stare down at him in the moonlight. Rock Cut was nearly impassible after the rain, and the chances of anyone driving to this out-of-the-way pullout at this time of night were infinitesimally small… but they weren’t zero, which made it even more electrifying.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he palmed my dick. “Hurry.”
I yanked off my shirt and leaned over to pull his off, too. I wanted his skin. I wanted to feel him against me as much as possible.
His cold hands fished out my hot dick, causing me to hiss at the sensation. Before I could finish making the sound, it turned into a groan of pleasure at the feel of his hot, slick tongue wrapping around my cock.
His eyes were locked on mine, liquid and hungry, and that sexy fucking hoop in his nose winked up at me from the shadows. Hawk Sunday was a fucking wet dream…and he was on his knees for me.
