"Yes," I whisper, arching my back into him.
"Say it," he teases, grinding his hips into mine.
"I'm ready for you," I continue, my fingernails digging into his back. “Always.”
"Ready for me to do what, my sweet, pretty girl?" He continues to taunt me.
"Ready for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Flint." His rigid cock strokes my nerves as he attacks my mouth with a kiss.
He begins to thrust into me slowly, taking his time to make sure my body is relaxed and ready for him. I gasp into his mouth as he fills me in deeper and deeper strokes. My body quickly adjusts to him and he starts to ease in and out with more rhythm. He kisses and nibbles along my neck while his hands stroke my breasts down to my hips. Then he leans back and takes my calf in his hand, lifting it over his shoulder as we move together in deft strokes. I cry out in pleasure at this new angle, hitting a delicious spot.
"You feel so fucking tight," Flint groans as he thrusts in and out. "Your body is all snug and perfect for me. And you look so sexy laid out like this." He places another hand on my breast, squeezing as he fills me and I can't imagine anything feeling better.
His rocking speeds up, the muscles in his body tensing as his face contorts in beautiful abandon. His release rips through him in wave after wave while he holds me against him, trembling and shuddering. He pulls out of me and trails his hand down from my breast to my clit, pressing and massaging in circles. "Come for me, gorgeous."
My eyes meet his as he swirls figure-eights around my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, it rips through me, sending tingles from my toes to the top of my head. Flint groans and I feel his cock twitch at my side, more drops of cum leaking from the tip. His strokes slow and hegathers me into his arms lovingly. Our fingers intertwine in his hair, and my heart feels like it will burst from my chest as Flint lays his head on top of it.
As our breathing slows, we roll to the side and he curls around my body, holding me tightly in his embrace. I can hear his breathing deepen and he whispers, "Sweeter than cream."
Chapter Fifteen
Flint
The air in Devil’s Peak buzzes with celebration, laughter spilling out from the town square and into the surrounding forest. Strings of lights crisscross over picnic tables, their glow casting a golden hue on familiar faces. The town has come alive tonight, all here to honor the firefighters who fought the wildfire threatening to engulf everything we hold dear. I stand off to the side, nursing a beer, my back leaning against a post, and watching Juniper as she moves through the crowd.
She’s a wildfire herself, lighting up every corner of the square with her smile, her easy laugh, the way she seems to make everyone feel like they matter. She’s wearing a simple dress, but on her, it looks like it was crafted for a queen. She catches my eye from across the crowd, and her lips curve into a knowing smirk that makes my chest tighten. Damn her and that look.
“Earth to Flint.” Liam’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I tear my gaze away to find him standing with Ridge, Hudson, Grady, and the rest of the crew. They’re grinning like a pack of wolves, clearly up to no good.
“Don’t start,” I warn, my tone gruff.
Hudson chuckles, clapping me on the shoulder. “Too late. You’re the man of the hour, and your ‘pretty distraction’ over there has got you looking downright cheerful.”
“Cheerful?” I scoff. “Must be the lighting.”
Zane joins in, leaning on the table beside me. “Nah, it’s her. We all see it. Hell, you haven’t scowled once tonight.”
“You sure about that?” I mutter, taking a slow sip of my beer, but my brother and friends aren’t buying it.
Grady grins. “Don’t fight it, man. You’ve gone soft, and we’re here for it.”
I roll my eyes, but even I can’t deny the truth in their teasing. It’s her. She’s the reason I’m here tonight instead of holed up in my cabin. The reason I don’t mind the noise, the crowd, the eyes on me. She’s the reason I feel something close to contentment for the first time in years.
Slate smirks, raising his beer. “To Flint finally finding someone who can put up with his grumpiness.”
The others laugh, clinking their bottles together, and I shake my head, trying to hide my smile. Before I can come up with a retort, Juniper walks up, her gaze flicking between me and the group with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, her voice light and teasing.
Hudson grins. “Just congratulating Flint on his newfound humanity.”
“Humanity?” She raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching. “That’s a bold claim.”
“Hey,” I grumble, shooting Hudson a glare. “I’m standing right here.”
Juniper laughs, the sound warm and infectious, and I can’t help the way my chest tightens. She has no idea how she affects me, how she’s managed to burrow under my skin in a way no one else ever has.
“You’re lucky I like you,” I mutter, my voice low enough that only she can hear. Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and then she smiles, soft and genuine.
