Page 68 of Meet Me in the Valley (Oakwood Valley #2)

He straightens, hands gripping my ass like he owns it—because he does . He slams me back onto his cock with brutal force, every motion making me whimper, whine, beg. A sharp slap lands right over my tattoo, and I feel it in my soul—his possessiveness, his claim.

“Y-yes,” I gasp. “I want it, baby. I want all of you.”

His hand grips my jaw, dragging my head back so our eyes lock. The heat in his gaze threatens to burn me alive. He presses his thumb into my mouth, sweeping my tongue around it instantly. And then I watch him with wild eyes as the warm drip of his spit hits my asshole.

I moan around his thumb, completely gone for him.

He works a finger into my ass again, slow and filthy, the perfect counterpoint to the relentless pounding of his cock in my pussy. I’m stretched, full, consumed. The drag of his length inside me, so thick, veined, and unforgiving, builds a fire that starts low and spreads like gasoline.

Every movement sends sparks up my spine. He knows my body inside and out, knowing every spot to coax the most illicit of noises out of me.

“Jesus, Tia. You’re gripping me like a fucking vice,” he groans, sweat dripping down his chest onto my back. “No one gives me this. No one takes me like you do.”

No one can satiate me like Logan can. There is no one that can earn the amount of trust I’ve given to Logan. I yield to him completely, letting him manipulate my body in ways that bring me otherworldly pleasure.

“Your pussy’s perfect. You’re perfect,” he grits out, hips slamming faster now, more erratic. “Give me one more. Come for me, T, and I’ll give you my cum. Go, baby. ”

The head of his cock drags over that one spot inside me that makes me forget my own name. Pressure builds, hard and fast. My body tightens like a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit.

“L-Logan—I—oh my God, ” I sob, shaking. “Fuck, I’m?—”

I detonate, incinerated to ash.

My orgasm tears through me like a violent storm. My walls clench around him in pulsing waves, hot release spilling from me in rhythmic gushes that coat his length.

“Goddamn. Look at you squirting all over my cock.”

My thighs tremble uncontrollably, my vision blurs with tears, and I swear I’m flying. Or falling. I’ve lost all sense of direction, holding onto Logan like he’s my lifeline.

“Fuck,” Logan bites out, voice strangled. “I’m coming—fuck, baby?—”

He slams into me one last time, buried to the hilt as his cock throbs and spurts deep inside, filling me with thick, hot pulses. He holds me tight, trembling against my back, as we fall apart together.

Laid bare, body and soul, and blissfully undone.

When Logan’s hips finally slow, we’re both gasping for breath.

Sweaty, trembling, and riding out the last waves of rapture.

He leans over me, gently pulling my hair to one side, lips dragging along the curve of my neck, then trailing kisses down my spine.

I feel him throb once more before he pulls out, and a low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest.

“Look at this messy, greedy little cunt.”

His fingers slip between my thighs, gathering the warm spill of his cum. My body vibrates at the touch. I watch, breath catching, as he smears his slick release across the ink on my ass—his name now glistening with the proof of everything we just shared.

God. Why is that so fucking hot?

His voice drops, low and full of heat. “You feel that? That’s me all over you. In you. Claiming every fucking part you gave me.”

Full body shivers erupt over every inch of my sweat-slicked skin at his words. Even though the sex between us is rough, feral, and downright filthy, it’s different from our time together in Vegas.

Vegas was a lust-driven escape, an exciting new adventure into uncharted territory that Logan and I got to explore together. It was a shut-the-world-out type of fucking that deepened the dependency we unknowingly had for each other.

But this version of us is different. This man I’ve given my everything to is no longer the man I once knew. He’s stronger, more in tune with himself. He glows as if the worries he carried no longer weigh him down.

He’s free. Weightless. And loves me. Truly loves me.

He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “But it’s more than just the way I fuck you, T. It’s the way I see you. The way I need you.”

He kisses my tattoo, then up to the center of my back, finally landing on my shoulder as he bites down on it gently.

“You’re mine, baby. Not just here,” Logan breathes, fingers trailing over my body, “but everywhere. Heart, soul, mind. And fuck—do I love you.”

I turn my head just enough to meet his eyes, a slow smile playing on my lips even as my chest tightens at his words.

“You love me, huh?” I murmur, my lips brushing his. “Never thought I’d be the woman to lock down the Logan Harper.”

He grins against my mouth, and I feel the rumble of it in his chest as I press closer, still buzzing from everything he just gave me.

“Damn fuckin’ right you did, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my smile. “I chose this. Chose you. And I’d do it again a thousand times over.”

The teasing slips away with his words, replaced by something deeper, anchored in truth. I feel it settle between us like something sacred.

It’s right then and there I’m reminded of the invisible thread that’s always tethered us—through friendship, through silence, through distance.

We’ve always been each other’s first choice.

“I would too, Lo,” I whisper. “A thousand times over.”

He exhales softly, brushing his lips over mine, slow and unhurried. “Stay just like that. Don’t move.”

He leans in for one more sensual kiss before stepping away. I let my body melt into the mattress, sated and spent, my limbs heavy with satisfaction. A long breath slips from my lips as I rest on my stomach, eyes fluttering shut just as I hear his quiet steps return.

A soft hum escapes me when I feel the warmth of a damp cloth on my skin. Logan moves with care, gently wiping between my thighs, taking his time with every tender press. When he’s finished, I feel his lips brush softly over my tattoo.

Logan slides back into bed behind me, his arm curling around my waist like we were never apart. His chest presses into my back, and I sink into him without thinking, like a muscle memory.

Night after night, this was the vision that got me through. The feel of his skin on mine, our bodies tangled, satiated, and complete. Finally whole.

“You think we’re soulmates in another life, Lo?” I whisper, not sure why I even need to ask when I already know the answer.

Logan doesn’t hesitate.

“Every life in existence?” he murmurs into my hair. “Yeah. We fuckin’ are.”

I smile into the pillow, the type of smile that blooms in your chest before it ever touches your lips.

We fall quiet, just the rhythm of our breaths and the warmth of the sheets cocooning us. His thumb strokes lazy circles on my stomach.

“I don’t need a perfect life, Lo,” I whisper after a moment. “Just this. You and me. Always.”

Logan presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder as he simply replies, “You got it, T. Always.”

I’m no longer holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Any traces of doubt about Logan—about us? Long gone.

He came back to me, as he said he would. I shut my eyes blindly and fell into his trust, knowing he’d always be there to catch me on the other side.

It’s our time now. And I’m taking it, selfishly and without regrets.

Exactly like I said I would.