Page 51 of Meet Me in the Valley
Only friends.
Krista’s lips coast along my jaw, her breath fanning me with gin and citrus. She’s just as drunk, clearly putting on the moves while I’m weak. Vulnerable. Hurting.
“Let’s get out of here,” Krista whispers against my lips in a barely there kiss. I don’t press mine against hers, but I don’t tell her no when she laces her fingers with mine, dragging me off the stool toward the exit.
I don’t tell her no when she asks for my address, requesting a ride share back to my condo.
I don’t tell her no when her hand grips my cock through my jeans in the back of the car, sucking and claiming my neck while we drive into the night with a stranger in the front seat, smirking in his rearview mirror as if I’m a lucky bastard about to get a hot girl in my bed.
And I don’t tell her no when we stumble into my condo, leaving a trail of clothes in the path toward my bedroom with her lips fused to mine.
This is who I am. This is what I do. I use my charm to get pretty girls in bed so I can detach myself further from reality. I detach myself from the idea of commitment and what it means to love another woman.
I can love their bodies and the sounds they make and the way they scream my name when I make them come. That’s all I have to offer.
And maybe for a moment back in Donovan’s vineyard, when the one woman I trust with my life was beneath me, looking up at me like I hung all the stars in the fucking galaxy—maybe I saw myself in a way that wasn’t so broken. Maybe I could give her what every woman yearns for. Was it such a foreign concept to give my heart so freely to a woman who more than deserves it?
But of course, I’d fuck it up in the end. Because this is who I am. She proved it to me at the airport when I had a moment of weakness, begging for her validation that what was happening between us was real. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Krista lies naked, sprawled out on my mattress like a free meal. The whiskey pumps through my veins, sending me further into a spiral of delusion. Tia’s voice echoes in my head, telling me to stop.
“Ah! Shut up!” I yell out like a crazy person. This is why I don’t drink whiskey in excess.
Krista’s eyes widen, scooting herself up to the edge of the bed where I stand at the foot of it, wearing only my underwear.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she coos, sliding her hands up and down my thighs. Her thumbs hook into my waistband, pulling them all the way down until my cock bobs in front of her at eye level.
“Let me make you feel good. Just relax.” Krista scoots off the bed and moves to kneel on her knees. She takes my length into her hands, stroking me slowly. I can’t even look at her. My eyes squeeze shut, my mind working overtime to shut out Tia’s face. But it only makes me more hard when those hazel eyes stare back at me, and I’m suddenly imaginingheron her knees before me.
The second I feel Krista take me all the way in her hot mouth, working over my cock with languid licks and slurping me like her favorite ice cream cone, I lose control.
Gripping her hair in my hand, I bring her up from her knees, flipping her onto her stomach and pinning her to my mattress.I clumsily open my bedside table drawer to pull out a condom, tearing the foil packet in record time, sheathing the rubber on me.
My mind plays tricks on me when all I see before thrusting into her is long black hair and that sexy-as-sin tan skin that drives me fucking insane.
I pound into Krista relentlessly, hearing the breathy moans and cries, but all I hear is Tia. Tia’s infiltrated my depraved and starved mind, taking up residence there as if to fucking punish me for sleeping with her enemy.
It’s Tia I see beneath me, taking every inch of my cock as I make her writhe and beg for more. It’s her silky hair I’m tugging as I wrap it around my fist, pulling her back so I can piston deeper into her wet heat.
“Oh, fuck, Logan. Use me. Please, use me. Don’t stop,” Krista whimpers, and it only angers me further.
The voice is all wrong. I see blonde hair threaded through my fingers. The skin on her ass is too pale underneath my punishing grip. I blink my eyes in rapid fire, willing myself to go back to my fantasy, where it’s my raven-haired beauty I’m burying myself in. Sweat beads on my brow, dripping down my temples with every hard thrust of my hips. Skin slaps skin, and I don’t dare open my eyes to see the reality of the woman I’m actually fucking.
It’s nother.
I’m numb, falling deeper into that pit, knowing that tomorrow morning, I’ll still be lying at the bottom—naked, weak and helpless.
I will my brain to let me see her, to let me see her perfect face so I can end this misery I put myself in.
With both hands, I grip the flesh of Krista’s ass and keep my eyes glued shut, driving my hips faster as I imagine Tia’s skin on mine. Krista’s cries of pleasure are loud, but Tia’s voice in myhead is louder as I imagine it’s her demanding me to fuck her harder—to give her more. To make her come until she sees the whole goddamn universe.
“F-fuck,Tia,” I groan as I bury myself to the hilt, coming violently into the condom. Pulse after pulse, I keep my focus on Tia’s full, cherry lips, covered in my cum. It’s a filthy sight, one that’s kept safe within the confines of my thoughts, forcing my orgasm to draw out in long, euphoric waves. All because of her. The woman I don’t deserve.
As soon as my climax wanes, my eyes stutter open, noticing the drips of sweat gathered on the small of Krista’s back.
Fuck. Krista.
The moment sobers me as guilt overtakes my body in an overwhelming assault. Sick to my stomach, I quickly pull out of her to escape to my bathroom. I leave her there face down on my bed, shutting the door closed with a bang. My heart thumps so hard against my ribcage that I put my hand over my chest to catch my breath. The cum-filled condom is still on my softening dick, and I rip it off of me, tossing it in the trash can right before I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
