Page 41 of Meet Me in the Valley (Oakwood Valley #2)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

LOGAN

I’m sick.

I’m sick with love, and the only cure is Tia. Tia, my best friend. Tia, my sexy minx. Tia, my girlfriend.

No. Future wife.

God, I’m so far down, so deep in the hole I don’t care to find a way out. Don’t send search and rescue for me. I’m so fucking sick with a fever burning so hot I’m hallucinating—and Tia is at the center of my delusion.

Marriage. A house. A goddamn baby.

Throw in the dog and the white picket fence, too.

She’s ruined all other women for me, and the entire time she was right there. Right in front of me, under my nose, and I was too blind and too selfish to see it. I would take back every woman I’ve ever laid with just for me to realize sooner that she was made to be mine, and mine only.

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch watching my woman give me the sexiest strip tease as I lay back on our hotel bed, shirtless, a full tent pitched in my briefs. With my back against the headboard, I interlace my fingers behind my head to enjoy the show.

As much as I love this dress on her, I’m chomping at the bit to see it come off. And because she’s my perfect wet dream, she wants to take it off for me. Nice and slow.

The sound of her zipper makes my cock twitch.

Her little black dress drops straight to the floor with a light rustle, but I’m too captivated by the devilish look in her eyes to glance elsewhere.

She’s completely locked in, mirroring my desire with a Cheshire grin.

Every move, every noise, every breath heightens as the clock ticks.

Tia stands before me at the end of the bed wearing nothing but a cunning smirk.

I’m dying to reach out and touch her, to take her hot body for myself and drive into her until she loses her breath.

And I will. Soon. Very, very soon.

“I want this, Lo. I want this so bad,” Tia practically moans the words.

My eyes drink in every inch of the minx in front of me—a flawless canvas I’m dying to ruin.

They dart to her pert breasts, adorned with those fuck hot metal bars through her light brown nipples.

Then they move to her lean, flat stomach that ripples with every move she makes as she slowly crawls her way up the bed like a lioness stalking her prey.

And her pussy. Fuuuck me.

I love the strip of hair above her clit. It’s like an arrow pointing toward the place I want to fucking bury myself in.

My face. My tongue. My aching dick.

“Get your sexy ass over here, right the fuck now baby, I swear to God,” I whimper like an impatient, starving man.

She’s been edging me since the minute I made her come, back at the club.

I will forever replay that moment in my mind nonstop.

How she moved against my groin so effortlessly with the music.

How her breaths turned to desperate pants the closer I got her to release.

And the way her tight pussy felt when she came.

Now I’m leaking from my engorged tip, and Tia’s eyes light when she sees the wet spot on my briefs.

“Are you going to make me yours tonight?” Tia purrs, slowly running her fingers along my waistband.

“You’re already mine.”

She hums, dragging the material down past my hips, freeing my throbbing cock from its confines. It makes an obscene slapping noise against my stomach. Tia licks her lips like she’s about to eat me alive.

“Do you want this thick cock of yours inside me?”

Jesus Christ.

“Y-yes. Fuck yes . Please, baby. Put me out of my misery here.”

Her pink sinful tongue darts out, lapping up my pre-cum like it’s her life’s mission to torture me. Even if I love every second of it.

Tia straddles my hips, and I reach out to grip her, but she slaps my hands away. She rolls her pussy over my cock, getting it nice and slick with her arousal. Lights stream in through the large windows, casting a glow of neon colors over Tia’s body, making her look like she glitters with paint.

She grabs hold of my length, lining herself over her entrance. Our eyes lock, and I hold my breath, anticipating the euphoria I’ll feel once I’m inside her. But before she sinks down, she pins me with a hard stare, then a ripple of vulnerability swims in her eyes.

“I swear to God if you take my heart and stomp all over it, I’ll hate you.”

No jest, no bullshit in her tone. She’s about to give herself to me wholly—a guy who had a penchant for one-night stands and never had the intention of falling in love.

Until now.

“I won’t. I swear to you, T. I know your worth.”

“Good.”

Without a second to waste, she impales herself onto me, and the unified groan that escapes us is so powerful it could bring down planets.

She’s buried to the hilt, unmoving, and giving herself time to stretch around my girth. I love the way her hair tumbles around her as the ends brush against her peaked nipples, and how it frames her face that’s thrown back in pure ecstasy.

Then she’s moving. Up and down, up and down. I reach for her breasts and revel in the suppleness of them, so round and heavy in my palms. I squeeze and knead as she picks up speed, swiveling her hips to make fire in my loins.

My mouth parts as I watch her work over my cock, using me to get her closer and closer to a climax I’m dying to give her. I slide my hands down from her bouncing tits to the crease in her hips, guiding her up and down.

Wet sounds of animalistic sex fill the room, and the urge to come is looming too strong. My fingers dig into her hips, then go around, grabbing the flesh of her juicy ass.

“I-I’m so close,” Tia pants. Her hands cup her breasts, tugging and pinching on her nipples as her eyes sear into mine with puffy parted lips and loud, indulgent moans that would make a nun sweat.

“Fuck. That’s it. Go, baby.”

I pull her ass cheeks apart, gripping each globe and thrusting my hips up as I slam her ass down onto my cock. A growl rips from my chest as I rut up into her like a goddamn machine. I’m holding out with everything I have to not blow my load, sweat beading on my hairline and between my pecs.

“Oh, fuck. Logan. I’m … I …”

I don’t stop, even when I feel her pussy squeeze me like a vice, pulsing and quivering around my cock. Her screams of intense pleasure detonate me like an atom bomb, and I thrust three more times before I pull out, picking her up by her hips and flipping her quickly onto her back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ” I grunt as I kneel over her spent body, jacking myself off with her slickness coating my dick until I spurt ropes of thick cum all over her perfect tits, stomach, and pussy.

My god.

I paint her skin with my release, and the sight of it draws out my orgasm in long, exultant waves. The ringing in my ears wanes. My head clears from the thunderous storm of pleasure that overtook my entire body.

Tia swirls her finger around in my sticky release, rubbing it over her piercings with a glint in her eye. She scoops some up, drawing it toward her swollen lips and sucking my cum off her fingers.

“You really are a dirty minx. You’re getting me hard again, T,” I chuckle against her mouth, plunging my tongue inside and stealing her breath.

“Let’s do it again,” she breathes, threading her fingers through my hair and stealing more kisses. Thankfully, I’m in no short supply. It’s endless. She can take whatever she wants. I’m floating—suspended so fucking high I didn’t think feeling this way was possible.

I pull back a bit to take her in. “Let me clean you up first, baby.”

“No,” she blurts, holding onto me to keep me from getting up. My eyebrow lifts in question.

“No?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with that cunning grin of hers that I love. It’s a look of mischief, and I know she’s got something depraved up her sleeve. Who knew my best friend was a freak in the sheets? I’ve met my match.

“I want you to fuck me again.” Lick.

“With your cum all over my body.” Bite.

“And this time, I want you to finish inside me.” Kiss.

I’m short-circuiting. Brain is not computing. I’m so turned on I’m sure my heart is about to stop because I’m going to die.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

A savage possessiveness claws its way through me at the thought of filling Tia’s pussy with my cum. The image of her wrecked and dripping for me should feel depraved—but with her, it’s something else. It’s need. It’s mine. All fucking mine.

“I have an IUD. I want you to come inside me, Lo. Please.”

She bats her lashes at me as if she has to convince me. Yeah right. I’d crawl behind her and lick the bottom of her shoes if she asked me to do it. I’d probably say thank you, too. I don’t give a damn.

“You want me to fill your perfect pink pussy, baby?”

She bites my lip, then sucks it greedily into her mouth.

“Fill me up. Fill up my tight pus?—”

I drive myself into her in one punishing thrust, stealing her breath and running away with her soul.

And I’m taking it without mercy.