Page 32 of Tequila Lime and Sunshine

I feel like I have no self-control. I slept with Hawke again last night. I was so worked up from the beach and then dinner when he touched me under the table. His presence is like a magnet, and I cannot help but be attracted and drawn in. And I know it was stupid, especially after I overheard our moms talking.

If I were a mature adult, I would’ve asked Hawke if everything I overheard was true. If he’s had feelings for me since we were kids. We could’ve had a really good conversation. Instead, I let him throw me on his bed and devour me until I came. Then he fucked me from behind, hitting my G-spot over and over until I was shaking from another orgasm.

Eventually we’ll have to talk about it. But today is not that day. Today his mom and dad are recommitting themselves to each other, and our focus needs to be on them.

Both Hawke and I spend the morning working. I create my blog post for the first half of this trip so it’ll be ready to post as soon as we leave.

I have a rule about not posting my exact location until I leave. Of course, I post on my Instagram and stories with pictures, but I never say my exact location. My blog posts call out very specific places, so for my own safety, I wait until I leave for them to go live.

Asher and I have a short conversation about a brand of sandals that wants me to promote their shoes, and I call it a day to get ready for the ceremony with my mom and Susan. My dad is keeping Todd busy so we use the Wilson’s suite to get ready.

I roll off my bed after sitting for the last few hours and stretch my legs. I’ve been wearing one of Hawke’s T-shirts all day. I don’t know why I grabbed it, but when I saw the look on his face when I picked it up, I couldn’t help but slide it onto my body. His eyes drank me in, and it surprised me how much I enjoyed it.

But I can’t possibly wear this to his mother’s room, so I grab a tank top and shorts and head to the bathroom to change.

“You know,” Hawke’s deep voice stops me, “I know how important rule number two is to you. But I have seen every part of your body so I think it’s safe for you to change in front of me.”

He has a point, I guess. “Um, yeah. I guess you’re right.” I turn back to my bed and put my clothes down. When I lift the hem of the T-shirt and pull it over my head, Hawke is suddenly behind me, wrapping his arm around my bare torso and kissing my shoulder. It’s gentle. Sweet. And sends a shiver down my spine.

But then his hand slides up and pinches my nipple, making me laugh, and I swat his hand away.

He steps back, and I feel his eyes running up and down my body. “God, I’d love to photograph you, Summer.”

I laugh, not missing that he called me Summer and not Sunshine. He rarely calls me Summer. “You have photographed me. In fact, you took a ton last night.”

He shakes his head, his expression serious. “No, like really photograph you. How I would do it at a shoot.”

I swallow. I don’t know how Hawke’s photoshoots go because I’ve obviously never been to one, but his low voice and hooded eyes make me think I definitely want him to take pictures of me.

“Well,” I look down to focus on putting my shorts on, “maybe I’ll let you before we leave here.”

His hand flies to his chest. “Don’t tease me, Sunshine.”

I stand and step towards him, trailing my finger up his abs. “Maybe I’m not teasing.” My eyes meet his. Instantly, his hand grabs my neck and pulls me toward his lips. A growl vibrates through his chest, and he rubs his erection against me.

I melt into him, letting him explore my mouth and get his fill. I feel a little light-headed when he finally pulls away, but he steadies me with his forehead to mine. “How the hell am I going to keep my hands off you tonight?”

I giggle. “I don’t know, but you’ll have to figure it out.”

He groans and slowly pulls away from me. I look down at his tented gym shorts. “That looks painful.”

He sticks his hands down his shorts and pulls out a very big, very hard cock. “It is. Can you make it feel better?” He pumps it a few times, and I want to get on my knees for him right now, but I need to go.

“Later. Save it for me?” I run my thumb over his tip and gather the pre-cum before bringing it to my mouth to lick off.

“Motherfucker,” Hawke mumbles. “You’re going to kill me. You’re actually going to kill me. Put blue balls on my death certificate, will ya?”

“You got it, babe.” I give him another quick kiss before grabbing my dress and makeup and heading to the Wilson’s suite.

* * *

After hours of hair and makeup, zipping up dresses, and sipping mimosas, we’re finally ready for the ceremony.

Mom and I walk to the beach and take our seats. Since it’s a small celebration, my parents, me, Holden, Hawke, and Carly sit in chairs to the side of the altar. Everyone is already there when Mom and I get there.

I try not to look at Hawke even though I can feel him staring. He’s going to make it obvious what we’re doing if he keeps this up. I take the empty seat next to my mom and right behind Hawke, knowing he’ll be up taking pictures.

The ceremony is beautiful. Susan’s dress is a simple style and suits her. They don’t stop smiling as they hold each other’s hands and recite their vows while Hawke snaps pictures and the rest of us watch. It’s short and sweet and absolutely perfect.