Page 155 of Meet Me in the Valley
I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this.Ever.
“Just something,” I say, keeping it vague on purpose.
I return to the bed, spread her legs, and clean her gently—though seeing my cum slipping out of her nearly derails every ounce of patience I’m trying to hold on to. My cock is already stirring again, aching for round two. But it can wait.
Barely.
As I finish, she plants a foot squarely on my chest, pushing me back with that signature spark in her eyes.
“You’re already home,” she says, curiosity laced in her voice. “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve, Harper?”
I chuckle at her use of my last name. A humble reminder that this is still my best friend beneath that post-coital glow. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“You know better than to ask questions,Young,” I throw back, kissing her ankle. “Let me feed you. Then we’ll take a ride.”
Her eyes light up, just like I knew they would. There are two things guaranteed to get Tia on board with anything: endless orgasms and rides on my bike. Lucky for her, I can give her both. Happily. On repeat.
“Shower first, then food.Thenwe’ll see about this little surprise.”
Oh, if she only knew hownot littlethe surprise is.
“T,” I warn, rising to my feet. “If we shower, I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands to myself.”
She slides out of bed like a goddess, standing in all her naked glory. As she passes, she drags her hand across my chest, then down, gripping my growing cock with a wicked grin.
“That’s kind of the point, Lo,” she purrs into my ear.
Goddamn minx. I swear.
Heat blasts through me like a detonation. In a flash, I lift her into my arms, her laugh echoing off the walls as I carry her toward the shower. I kiss her the whole way there, knowing exactly what my woman wants.
And I plan to give it to her over and over again.
By the time we’ve worked up a second appetite in the shower and devoured the impressive breakfast spread Audrey set up for us, the sky outside is bright, full daylight.
Tia laces up her boots, eyeing me with that sharp curiosity she always wears when she knows I’m up to something. I grab our helmets, slipping hers over her head.
“You ready?” I ask.
Her lips tug into a smirk. “For the ride? Always. For the surprise?” She narrows her eyes playfully. “Still not over how vague you’re being.”
“That’s the point, baby,” I say, tossing her a wink. “C’mon. You’ll want to see it in person.”
I pair music to our helmets, and like a funny nod of fate, “Stand By Me” is the first song to hit my shuffle. My song for Tia. The ringtone I’ve had for her since freshman year.
Tia chuckles in recognition as I fire up the bike, holding me tight as she sings the lyrics like she’s done a million times. I sing along with her, because the meaning of those words runs deeper now than they ever did.
This is the woman who’s going to stand by me for the rest of my days.
I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
It’s a beautiful morning for a ride. The green of the valleys shine beneath the sun’s rays. The winding roads are quiet as we lean together through every turn. The air hums with the scent of morning dew and Tia’s citrus shampoo on the breeze. It smells like home.
I rest one hand over hers, weaving our fingers together as we get closer to our destination. Tia squeezes my hand tighter when I think she’s recognizing the turns. I hear her breath hitch through my helmet speaker, and a slow smile spreads across my face.
I pass through the familiar steel gate, the same one we’ve ridden through a hundred times in the years we’ve known each other. But today, everything feels different.
At the top of the hill is our most sacred place.
