Page 82 of Cherry Picked
My fingers tangled in his hair as I begged myself to take it easy, to keep from shoving myself as deep into his throat as possible and taking everything from him.
Neither of us said a word. The only sounds were the faint slurps from his lips and tongue and my heavy, broken breathing. The raindrops in the trees continued their irregular patter, and the cool, damp air of the summer night curled around us.
I couldn’t stand not kissing him. Even though his mouth felt amazing on me, I yanked him up and crushed his mouth to mine, kissing him again and again, tasting myself on his tongue, and wanting to imprint those mingled tastes in my brain forever.
My hands shoved down the back of his shorts and squeezed his ass cheeks. All I could think about was burying myself deep inside him and joining us together as closely as we could get.
I scrambled to think of what I could use as lube until I remembered that Hawk had started carrying it in his first aid kit several weeks ago after I’d provoked him at the town meeting. The knowledge that had once made me wild with jealousy was now driving me wild in a whole other way.
After gently pushing him away, I leaned over and grabbed the pack, rifling through it until I found what I was looking for.
“I’m negative, Hawk,” I said quickly, knowing his status was most likely the same. “Was tested last month. Can I take you bare?”
His pupils were dark in the moonlight, and his hair was a tangled mess. He’d never been more beautiful to me. “Of course,” he breathed. “Yes. God, yes. How can you even—mmpfh.”
I kissed him hard again, trying to keep our mouths connected while stripping us both out of our shorts until they lay around our booted ankles. I pulled away and turned Hawk until he faced the hood of his car.
“Bend over, sweetheart. Just like that.” The pale globes of his ass were easy to see in the dark. I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and reached between his cheeks. “Okay?”
His long, drawn-out groan was answer enough. I leaned forward and pressed a warm kiss between his shoulder blades. “I love you,” I said into the now-familiar scent of his skin. “So much.”
Hawk brought a hand back to grab me, squeezing my arm as he choked out the same words.
After stretching him as much as I had patience for, I slicked myself up and began to enter him slowly. “More, Jack,fuck. More.”
Within moments, I was slamming into him, shaking the car and pushing grunts out of him as he begged me to fuck him harder. The freedom of connecting with him wildly like this, outside under the stormy night sky, was unlike anything I’d ever even fantasized about.
“You feel so good, baby. So good. I’ll never get enough.”
“Show me,” he begged.
I clasped his hip with one hand and the top of his shoulder with the other while I fucked him until my brain was about to explode along with my balls. Hawk reached down and gave himself a few firm strokes, crying out as he came with my name on his lips just seconds before I lost the rhythm to my own release.
I shouted into the night and stayed pressed close behind him for several breaths.
I murmured words into the back of his ear, words about how much I loved him… how impressed I was by his loyalty and dedication… how beautiful he was, inside and out… and how I wanted to share moments like this with him for the rest of our lives.
I told him that I wanted the fairy tale.
When I finally pulled out of him, he turned around and held me, burying his face in my neck and pressing small kisses to the sensitive skin there.
“I want to go to your house and open all the windows to the breeze,” he whispered. “I want to sleep in your arms and make love to you before breakfast. That’s what happily ever after looks like today.”
I ran my nose along his jaw. “Today?” I repeated, amused and utterly besotted.
“Mmhmm. You know, in books they make it seem like happily ever after is a single moment frozen in time. They never tell you what happens after the story ends. In real life, people grow. Dreams change. So maybe every day you get to write a new happily ever after. I just know I want all of them to be with you.” He pulled back to look in my eyes. “Take me home, Jack.”
So I did.
ChapterEighteen
HAWK
“Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.” ~ Elizabeth Bennet
Hiding in plain sight had always been my superpower.
“Where’s Hawk? We’re going to be late for the vote!” Uncle Drew turned in place and nearly knocked over the enormous planter of autumn flowers beside the back steps. “Hawk!”
