Page 33 of Meet Me in the Valley (Oakwood Valley #2)

That little move should have me clawing at him with jealousy, but instead, it sends a heat straight between the apex of my thighs. Here I am, naked in front of my best friend. His eyes lock onto my breasts as a low chuckle escapes his lips.

“Well, damn,” he groans. “As if you couldn’t get any fucking sexier, T.”

His hands reach out and cup my breasts, playing with the silver bars on my nipples.

“You like?”

“Are you fucking kidding? You’re every man’s wet dream.” His voice is gravelly and thick with need, his pupils blown out.

“My wet dream. Mine . All fucking mine.”

“Have a taste,” I whisper, letting out a small whimper as he squeezes my nipples harder.

He wastes no time with my invitation and hungrily latches his mouth straight onto my pierced nipples.

His tongue flicks in a movement that only fuels my craving for him to do that same thing in between my legs. In my mouth. All over my body.

He devours both of my breasts like he can’t get enough—biting and sucking, wicked tongue licking over the silver bars until the cold metal feels like fire against my skin.

Every tug, every graze sends sparks straight to my core, my nipples so sensitive they throb with every rough stroke of his mouth.

I feel my wetness sticky against my thighs as I rub them together, seeking some sort of friction.

“T, you have amazing tits. And your nipples are so responsive, especially with these piercings. Fuck. Me. You’re so goddamn sexy I can barely stand it.” His teeth graze the metal bars before his whole mouth takes my breast, sucking hard, then popping off.

“But this?” he growls as his hands caress down my sides, to my hips, then to each globe of my ass.

I yelp when he spins me around, pushing my tits up against the glass of the window as he slowly moves down my body.

I feel his hot breath against the skin of my ass, peppering light kisses on each cheek.

“This right here? This. Fucking. Ass.”

Slap.

My gasp turns into a desperate whimper as Logan uses his hand to gently rub the sting from the way he spanked me.

This fucker actually spanked me!

“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen. I swear, T.” His voice is so low it vibrates against my sex, making me wetter each time he trails the rough pads of his fingers along my skin.

“You know what would be hot?” he says, and I can hear the grin playing on his lips. I twist my head as far as I can to watch him behind me. He lifts an inquisitive brow before spanking me again. Hard. I moan this time, and a dark rumble of laughter vibrates throughout the room.

“What?” I breathe, licking my lips.

“My name—tattooed on your ass.”

Before I can throw a single word of protest, the air leaves my lungs in a sharp gasp.

“Logan!”

The bastard bit me.

I try to twist around again, but he’s already on me, pinning me against the glass with just enough pressure to keep me breathless, not enough to hurt—but definitely enough to remind me who’s in control right now.

He presses a kiss to the spot he bit—the fleshy curve of my ass where I know there’ll be teeth marks. The sound that escapes me is part laugh, part moan. A full-body response.

Motherfucker.

“We both know who owns you, Lo,” I toss back, voice thick with challenge. “If anything, my name should be tattooed on your ass.”

He groans, dragging his hand slowly down my spine.

“Oh, baby,” he rasps, voice like sin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Yes. Yes, I fucking would.

His hands slide up the backs of my thighs and back to my ass, kneading with greedy precision. My breath catches as his thumbs part me just enough, his mouth dragging lower. The heat of his breath skims over my pussy from behind, and I can feel myself grow wetter from the anticipation alone.

“Logan, please.”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg,” he groans against my aching pussy.

I press my palms firm against the glass as he grabs a full handful of my ass and licks a slow path across my hip, making my legs tremble.

Slap.

A punishing smack to my ass echoes through the hotel room, and I gasp, the sting sharp and electrifying. His mouth is back on me in seconds, smiling against my skin like he knew exactly how I’d react.

“You like being spanked, minx?”

His voice vibrates against my heated flesh, and then his tongue is trailing down just shy of my center, hovering, maddening.

“ Yes,” I exhale as my hands reach back to dig into his hair.

He bites the inside of my thigh, just enough to make me moan loud and raw. Then he soothes it with his tongue, slow and hot, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Every inch of me is tuned to the way he holds me—pinned against the window high above Las Vegas, the city glittering beneath us. He moves behind me with a reverence that steals my breath, worshipping my body like time doesn’t exist. Like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here, lost in me.

He’s keeping me right at the edge—teasing, tasting, claiming—and I know if he even breathes against me, I’ll fall apart.

Slap.

“ Ahh, Logan! Please! Enough with the fucking edging, you asshole,” I whine, tugging his hair harder in my grasp as I ride out the delicious sting on my ass.

No longer able to hold out, I spin around and lift my leg, digging my heel into his shoulder.

I smirk as I watch my stiletto imprint on his skin.

A painful hiss escapes him and he bites me harder on my upper thigh. He spanks me again, but this time, as his hand comes down on my ass cheek, he closes his mouth on my clit at the same time and eats.

“Oh, fuck, ” I cry out, my orgasm cresting deep within me.

He groans into my pussy as he devours me, no longer gentle and tender.

He’s rough, eating my pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have on this earth.

I grind into his mouth, tipping my head back in euphoria, completely shameless in the noises he is coaxing out of me.

I dig my stiletto harder into his shoulder—atonement for edging me the way he did—as he brings me closer and closer to nirvana. I feel the tingles of a powerful climax at the base of my spine, building me higher until my ears ring.

He alternates licking and sucking my clit, working some sort of mythical magic with his tongue. I pant harder as he licks faster. I need more.

“Logan, give me your fingers. Please,” I moan breathlessly, my body teetering over the edge of a cliff.

He gives me one more spank on my ass, growling into my pussy as he drives two fingers straight into my dripping heat. A few pumps of his fingers do me in, sending me straight to heaven where I swear I hear the angels sing.

I come hard on a silent scream, my legs trembling as he continues to work into me. The explosion of pleasure bursts through my body.

Please God, let me never come off of this wave.

Logan’s fingers drive into me faster as I pulse and squeeze him, when suddenly I feel an overwhelming surge of pressure.

“Oh, god,” I come again as he grunts, pumping his fingers all the way in and out as a gush of liquid leaves me and coats his face and chest.

His deft fingers continue to assault me as he backs his face away to lock his gaze on my throbbing pussy with a sexy smirk.

“Christ, Tia. You got more for me?”

Every expletive known to humanity spills from my lips as the orgasm tears through me in a hot, fast, and overwhelming lick of fire.

It builds like a pressure cooker bursting open, a sharp snap of pleasure that crashes through my entire body.

The release is wild— blinding —like something I’ve been holding back for years, finally demanding to be felt.

I gush uncontrollably, a rush of sensation that has my muscles shaking and my mind completely blank.

There’s no room for embarrassment.

Not when I look down and see Logan’s eyes lit up like he’s starved for this.

For me.

His face and chest shimmer with my release, his lips swollen and slick, like he’s been feasting and still isn’t satisfied.

My body goes limp as I bring my leg down from his shoulder.

Logan swiftly hoists me up as I wrap myself around him, burying my face into his shoulder with my stiletto indention.

He carries me to the bed and gently lays me down.

Satiated, I float on cloud nine from the most intense climax in my life.

He kisses me hard, and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. My hands roam his soaked chest. I let out a giggle, and he looks down at me with a cunning smirk.

“I came so fucking hard it’s all over you,” I laugh, covering my face.

He straddles my thighs and moves my hand away, forcing us to lock eyes.

His smile is one I’ve known for years. I can’t help but see the difference in his eyes this time.

It’s now I believe the smiles he gives so freely to everyone looks a whole lot different when it’s given to me.

Only me.

“I’ll wear your cum like a badge of honor,” he says proudly, kneading my breasts in his palms as I float down from my cloud and back into my body.

“Besides, you squirting on me was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

Watching you come like that? Fuck, Tia. I never wanted it to end.

Have you ever done that before?” he asks.

I prop myself on my elbows and thrust my hips up to nudge him off of me. In a quick movement, I’m flipping him on his back, straddling my bare pussy over his painfully hard erection, straining against his pants.

Warmth spreads throughout my chest when Logan looks at me like I’m his most prized possession. The way he touches my body with intention, giving me one-hundred percent of his attention.

“Never with anyone.” I lightly scratch down his chest, erupting goosebumps in my wake as I make my way down his ridged muscles.

When I reach his belt, I arch a brow in challenge.

He answers with a slow, cocky jut of his chin.

My fingers move fast, yanking the belt free with a sharp snap that echoes between us.

I toss it on the other side of the room as Logan chuckles under his breath, fingers tweaking my nipples into hard little peaks.

“So with yourself, then? Fuck, that’s sexy.”

My hand gropes over his length. His eyes flutter shut as a low groan vibrates from the base of his throat. His skin is shiny from my cum, and that makes me even wetter knowing he didn’t bother to wash it off.

He sits up and closes his mouth over mine as we work together to pull his pants down. Our tongues wrestle and explore, our lips bite and suck. He lifts his ass slightly as I get his pants and briefs down quickly. His cock springs free and I break the kiss to drink him in.

All of him.

I give him a gentle stroke, grinding my wetness from the base of his shaft and up.

His hands come down from my breasts, grabbing my ass cheeks to help me along as I grind against him, our breathing growing faster as I find purchase.

The friction is just what I need, and there’s nothing I want more than to feel him fill me up.

But first, I need to taste him. I want to devour him just as fervently as he did me.

A devious smile forms on my lips as our foreheads press together. “Does this feel weird to you?” I ask breathlessly. He continues to work my pussy up and down the outside of his shaft.

“Fuck no. Do you feel weird?”

I shake my head no, frantically seeking another orgasm.

“Good. ‘Cause this is too fucking good, T. You and me? Nothing has ever felt more right.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. I want this.”

Take it then.