"What are you doing to me?" he growls, but his words are lost on my ears.
My tongue darts out as I reach for his waistband and pull down his shorts to reveal his heavy cock to my hungry vision.
“Juniper…” he says, his voice trailing off as I kiss the tip of his tall erection. I grasp the base, marveling at its girth–much too big to wrap my palm around. I grin and use my other hand to fist him completely before licking the tip, tasting the dot of pre-cum that has gathered there.
A much darker groan than before falls on my ears and urges me on as his hands tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, Juniper!” he grits when I suck him into my mouth.
I cover it with my lips and hollow out my cheeks, sucking as best as I imagine one should. I taste the salty pre-cum as my insides grow molten with need for Flint. My hips rock involuntarily, then his large palm cups my chin, guiding me with slow precision. I suck harder and quicker, cheered on by his moans of pleasure, before feeling his thighs tensing beneath me.
Am I actually close to getting him off the very first time I've given a blowjob? I grow giddy with my own proud excitement before Flint takes me by surprise once again. His roughened fingers slide past the cheeks of my ass to thrust between my legs and inside my soaked entrance. I moan, my lips falling open in pleasure before his hand is at my collarbone and he pushes me back to sit on my heels. His two fingers slide in and out of my body relentlessly while the other palm caresses my hot skin.
"You're not getting my cum so easily," he says, his palms now running up my neck and caressing every heightened nerve I have. "You're going to work for it today."
I gasp as his thumb works at the tight bud of my back entrance.
"And maybe we'll have a little fun too." His beautiful eyes burn with desire, and I know instantly he has more planned, more I will enjoy. "Once I think you've done enough, I'll give you my cum. When I decide." His lips are near mine now, hoveringclosely, threatening a kiss or a bite; I'm not sure. I want it either way. "How does that sound, beautiful?"
I try to push past the overwhelming sexual tension that surrounds us, my mind racing with anxiety as I try to decipher Flint's intentions.
"Answer me." Flint's breath tickles my ear, his voice a mix of warning and barely contained desire.
"Yes…" A sly smile curves across his lips, not caring what I'm agreeing to as long as it means having Flint between my legs again. My body quivers with anticipation. "Yes, please, Flint."
"Good girl." With one swift motion, Flint's lips are on mine and his fingers take me to an intense climax. In that moment, I am completely his. And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Chapter Fourteen
Juniper
I stretch under the thick quilt an hour later, my body feeling sinfully ravaged by the sexiest firefighter I’ve ever seen. I blink against the late morning light that slips through the curtains of his cabin. My body aches deliciously from the intensity of last night and this morning—Flint’s hands, his mouth, the way he took me apart and put me back together again. The man is relentless in all the best ways.
And now he’s on the phone, talking in that low, gruff and gravelled tone of his. I slip out of bed, padding barefoot down the hall, stopping just outside the doorway when I hear my name.
“I know what you’re thinking, Barron,” Flint mutters. There’s the sound of coffee being poured, the scrape of a chair across the hardwood floor. “But Juniper isn’t just some passing thing. She’s…” He pauses, like he’s searching for the words. My stomach tightens. “She’s different. Unlike anyone I’ve ever met.”
I swallow hard, my pulse skipping.
Barron Steele. My cousin in Copper Mountain.
Flint’s talking to him, convincing him to trust him with me. I press my hand against the wall for balance, my heart hammering as I listen to the rough edges of his voice.
“All I want is to take care of her,” he says simply. No hesitation. No doubt.
And just like that, something in me shifts.
I’m not used to feeling… cherished. Protected. Like I belong to someone in a way that isn’t suffocating or demanding, but freeing. Safe.
Flint Warner is dangerous in all the ways I never expected. He’s changed me in just the few days we’ve known each other, and the terrifying thing is—Iwanthim to.
I glance around his kitchen, needing to move, to do something to calm the chaos in my chest. My eyes land on a bag of cocoa powder, a carton of heavy cream.
Baking.
Yeah. That’s what I need right now.
I slip the apron off its hook in the pantry, tying it around my waist, and then busy myself with gathering ingredients, determined to make something sweet for later—chocolate mousse cake, one of my favorites. I have no idea what our future looks like, but if I can spoil him even a little, I will.
