5 Bikers for Valentines

“Around three o’clock today. And yes, I’ll call you once he leaves.”

“Good. I know you’re in the town you grew up in, but you’re a single woman living in a

cabin on a mountaintop. That makes you vulnerable, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I appreciate it, Sarah. I really do. Right now, my focus is on repairing this cabin and painting.”

“And your neighbor,” she said.

“And painting,” I said, ignoring her. “Sarah, I’d forgotten how beautiful it was out here. The animals and the sunsets and the trees. It’s inspiring. I’ve already drawn one picture.”

“What was it of?”

“A bird that perched on the windowsill outside. Which reminds me, when all this is said and done, this cabin has the perfect windowsills to have little window box gardens. You know, like herb plants and shit.”

“‘Herb plants and shit.’ You make it sound so magical out there.”

“Shut up. I hate you. Anyway, just some thoughts after all this big stuff’s taken care of,” I said.

“It sounds like you’re preparing to set up camp there.”

I paused as I thought on her statement. In a way, I was. I was slowly settling into a place I’d considered home for years. I was beginning to dig through my grandmother’s room, and with her articles of clothing came memories of us sitting on the porch and talking. I wanted to put up another porch swing like we had before I’d broken it as a kid. And put a couple of rocking chairs on the porch so I could go out there with coffee and watch the nighttime set over the forest.

“I guess it does, huh?” I asked.

“I’ll support you in whatever you decide,” Sarah said. “As long as you have a room for me to come visit. Because I can’t live too much longer without my Amanda.”

“You’ll always be welcome here,” I said. “My grandmother would’ve loved you.”

I felt tears rising in my eyes as I thought about my grandmother meeting my best friend.

“Anyway,” I said. “I should get cleaned up. The contractor will be here in a couple of hours, and I should at least put on a bra.”

“Might be a good idea,” Sarah said, giggling. “Call me right after.”

“Will do,” I said. “Talk to you soon.”

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SAVING MEL

PROLOGUE

“Are you ready beautiful?”

His hands quickly pulled the flannel from his back, exposing his strong, rippling arms. Veins pulsed in his forearms as he peeled his white undershirt off, and soon I was gazing on the most beautiful body I’d ever seen. His abdomen rippled and the “v” of his muscles pointed the way to what I wanted to see most.

He descended back on my body and I pressed my body into his. I felt my nipples rising toward him, raking against the swell of the hair on his chest as his lips trailed downward. He covered my neck with kisses and sucked patches of skin between his teeth. I was moaning and arching into him. Begging him for more.

His tongue lapped at my nipples, pulling groans from my throat as my hands wrapped up in his black tresses. His hair was thick and his breath was hot, and I could feel him grinding into me as he traveled down. His hands parted my legs at the knees and the rush of cool air shivered my skin.

But then, I felt his lips descend on my wet folds.

I rose my hips to meet his lips, offering myself to him on a silver platter. I felt him grin against my skin, his tongue prodding my folds while his fingers massaged my thighs. He licked a thick stripe up my slit, gathering my arousal upon his tongue. I looked down at him and saw him staring back at me as the glittering gold of his eyes turned devious.

His gaze only heated me with a white-hot pleasure that I wanted to explore.