Page 40 of Meet Me in the Valley
It takes a second to adjust to seeing in the dark, both of us squinting to gain focus. Our eyes blow wide as saucers whenwe make out two faint silhouettes behind a shed close to us, just between a few grapevines. The vines surrounding us give us some coverage, but it doesn’t take long for us to realize who’s behind the shed.
Jackson and Isabel.
And they’retotally fucking.
“Holy shit,” Logan whispers. “That’s fucking hot.”
I slap Logan’s chest, and he mouths “What?” to me with that boyish grin I love so much. He’s still on top of me, forearms caging my head. I have to tilt my head backward a bit to see Jackson holding Isabel up against the shed, slowly moving in and out of her. Their shadows move suggestively. Erotically. Sensually.
It is pretty fucking hot.
My cheeks flush with intense heat, listening to their soft pants and moans.
“That could’ve been you,” I whisper to Logan. The intent was to be playful, but then I remember how they walked off together earlier, laughing and smiling.
It’s a sobering reminder that Logan is not mine. Not mine to claim. Not mine to love. But he is my best friend, and I won’t let anything get in the way of that. Especially my stupid heart.
“It was never going to be me, T.”
I tear my gaze away from Isabel and Jackson, my face etched with confusion as I search Logan’s eyes for clarity. “You mean … you didn’t? You never …?”
“No. I didn’t.”
I bite my lip to stop the smile that’s spreading across my face quicker than a wildfire. Logan doesn’t miss a thing, cocking one eyebrow.
“Does that satisfy you?” he asks with seduction in his tone.
The moans from Isabel and Jackson grow louder, clearly chasing their climaxes. The intensity is growing—not just between them, but between us.
Logan’s erection presses against my thigh, hard and demanding. My fingers tingle, itching to reach down and explore it myself.
“Yes,” I admit. “I didn’t like seeing you with her.” Logan finds satisfaction with my answer, subtly grinding his length as the sweet friction hits the spot I need him to.
My traitorous body hums with need. It’s been too long since I’ve had a proper lay and the mess between my legs is proof.
“Well, I’m not with her now, am I?” The deep timbre of his voice sends violent shivers down my spine.
My eyes flutter shut, and I shake my head no, falling deeper into the sensation of our body heat thrumming together. The high from the weed heightens every sense from head to foot, my body literally vibrating with extreme arousal. It’s maddening.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to suppress a whimper.
Think, Tia. If you keep going, you’re on a path to get hurt. He can’t give you what you want. You’re both just really, really stoned. And drunk. God help you.
I can’t let Logan take this any further. Give that man an inch, and he’s taking a whole damn marathon. He may be halfway to the finish line already with the way I idiotically blurted out that I’m in love with him.
“You are so horny right now, aren’t you?” he smirks, eyes trailing down to my lips. “Do you like listening to them? They’re both close. I can tell.”
Yes, I’m horny. Yes, I like listening to them. And I know they’re close. I can tell, too.
There’s a playful lilt to his tone, but the way his breath fans my cheek and his thumbs absentmindedly stroke lazily behind my ears has me dizzy—and ready to make more stupid decisions.
With all the strength and willpower I can muster, I lift my hips to buck Logan off, pinning him beneath me as I push all of my weight onto him.
He lands on his back with a quiet thud, his eyes lighting up with amusement. Logan’s hands rest casually behind his head, a silent challenge he’s used to edge me all night. He wants me to give in, give him my body, and whatever else he can take.
I can’t. As good as it feels, some part of me still hears the warning bells—the last thread of self-preservation telling me to stop before I lose myself completely.
I take my hand and push his face to the side as I get up to head back toward Donovan and Audrey’s cabin.
