Before I Forget

Silence and Darkness

Hawk knew he shouldn't be kissing Sky.

She had dumped him, she was clearly upset, and she was so drunk she could barely stand.

But how could he not kiss her when she glued her gorgeous body against his chest, her arms snaked around his waist and she looked up at him with opened lips and clouded eyes? He was just a guy - not a fucking saint.

A low groan left his lips into her mouth when their lips met. He was still holding the Damn Vodka bottle in his other hand, but his free hand moved from Sky's back into her hair, fingers cupping the back of her head. She sighed and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I have to stop.

She's too drunk—

But it was fucking impossible.

The kiss tasted like alcohol - just like their first real kiss, when he had still been Eli and she had climbed to sit on his lap, that night in her room when Mom had walked in on them with the stupid plate of sandwiches. And just like that night, the kiss now grew deep fast.

When her lips opened and let his tongue enter, she whimpered into the kiss, her fingernails scraping his neck, his scalp as if she was hungry for him too, just like he was starving for her. And she had said she loved him, that she loved him still, after everything he had done, after everything she had done—

His hand moved down to her back, pulling her body tight against his. Against his chest, he felt the softness of her breasts, the hardened nipples through her top, and he became greedy for her, his throat grew thick with need.

He didn't know how they ended up against the wall - was it Sky dragging him with her, or was it him pushing her there - but she was there in his arms, pinned between the wall and his body. He had thrown away the bottle of vodka he had snatched from her fingers, tossed it onto the grass where it was spilling alcohol to the ground but Sky didn't even notice - she was too busy kissing him.

Burning, he was burning for her kisses, burning for her touch. Her hands were everywhere, feeling his chest and abdomen through the hoodie, gripping his biceps, fingers trailing the waistband of his jeans—

I have to stop this—

But that thought was nothing but a shadow, it passed through his mind without any effect. How could he stop now, when Sky was sighing and moaning into the kiss, when he brought a hand down to her hip, to her thigh, pulled her leg up on the side of his hip to get closer to her? He would fucking die if he had to stop!

"Oh God—" Sky moaned softly when she felt his clothed, rock-hard dick pressing against her. "Oh God—"

That was how he felt too. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, low growls were dropping off his lips as he brought his mouth to her neck, started kissing the soft skin under her ear. He felt the fast ticking of her pulse under his lips.

Her heart was beating. She was alive. Warm and breathing and alive, and she loved him—

Moaning, he brought his lips back to hers - the heat and slickness blowing his brain out of his skull. His tongue dipped deep into her mouth, she tasted like vodka and strawberry lip gloss.

She was sighing and trembling under his touch. He grabbed her ass, pinned her against the wall hard, grinding his aching cock against her, and Oh God it felt so fucking good, he wanted to laugh, to shout out to the world how good it felt to be in her arms again. He fucking belonged here.

He knew there were people in that backyard, kids in the pool partying and having fun. He heard them laughing and making comments, someone shouted 'Get a room!' but he didn't give a shit if people saw them.