Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Our lips lock in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing as I push past all barriers to be with her. I move slowly, trying to savor the moment and not overwhelm my sweet girl.
She lets out small moans as I enter her fully, her body arching against mine as I hold her tightly, my tongue exploring every inch of her soft, supple skin as we move together.
"If you keep writhing like that on my cock, I can't promise I won’t ravage you like a caveman," I whisper into her ear, the desire to take her with everything I have building inside me.
"You won't hurt me," she reassures me, her hands caressing my face as our eyes lock. My dick is deep inside her, filling her up completely. "I love how you make me feel. It doesn’t hurt–you could never hurt me.”
A primal growl escapes from my throat, any remaining control slipping away as I fuck her as the last thread of restraint dissolves. In that moment, all that exists is the connection between us, her eyes locked onto mine and her lips soft against my skin.
Her warmth wraps around me like a homecoming.
"Juniper, baby, you feel so fucking amazing. Part of me wants to keep you up here and never stop fucking you," I confess breathlessly, gripping her hips and driving myself deeper into her heat. "I could go for hours...even days. You'll forget everything but my name."
"Flint, it's so good being connected to you like this." Her nails dig into my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. The intense pleasure builds within me until I’m thrusting into her wildly.
Our sweaty skin presses together, hungry fingers exploring every inch. But nothing compares to the way my heart threatens to burst out of my chest, the overwhelming sense that I’ve found my true home at last.
I no longer need a compass in these woods; Juniper's every breath is perfectly in sync with mine.
This woman is my true north.
When we finally come together, it’s like the world narrows to just us. The wildfire, the tower, everything fades away until there’s only her. Only this.
Her hands clutch at me, her body moving with mine, and I can’t hold back the groan that escapes me. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed, and I know I’ll ever be the same.
As the intensity builds, her eyes meet mine, and the vulnerability I see there undoes me. She’s letting me in, walls crumbling around us, and for the first time in years, I feel whole.
When we finally collapse together, our breathing heavy and tangled, I hold her close, my hand brushing the damp strands of hair from her face.
She looks up at me, her eyes still hazy, and smiles—a real, unguarded smile that feels like it’s meant just for me.
“Trouble,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“And you love it,” she replies, her voice laced with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Damn right I do.
Chapter Nine
Juniper
The smell of smoke still lingers in the air the following morning, faint but unmistakable, even though the wildfire’s glow has finally faded from the horizon. I stand on the edge of Devil’s Peak, my camera trained on the scene below, the soreness between my thighs a reminder of everywhere he’s been. Flint’s crew is a blur of motion—hoses coiling, trucks rumbling, and men shouting to each other. It’s organized chaos, and yet, in the middle of it all, Flint stands like a pillar of control.
He barks orders with that gravelly voice of his, his presence commanding in a way that seems effortless. The other firefighters respond immediately, as if his confidence alone could put out the flames. My camera lens lingers on him longer than it should, tracking the way his broad shoulders shift as he moves, his sweat-soaked shirt clinging to muscles that, annoyingly, shouldn’t be this distracting.
“Still filming me, city girl?” His voice cuts through the air like a whip, and I flinch, almost dropping the camera.
Busted.
I lower the lens and glare at him, even though my pulse jumps at the way his gaze pins me in place.
“Not everything’s about you, Grizzly Adams,” I shoot back.
He smirks, wiping soot from his jaw with the back of his hand. “Sure looks like it from here.”
My retort dies on my tongue as he strides toward me, the heat of his presence somehow more intense than the remnants of the wildfire. He stops just short of my space, close enough that I can see the flecks of gold in his stormy eyes.
“Do you ever stop scowling?” I ask, tilting my head and forcing myself to sound unaffected.
“Do you ever stop talking?” he counters, his voice low and rough, the kind of sound that makes my skin tingle.
I open my mouth to respond, but he steps even closer, his shadow falling over me. The tension crackles between us, heavier than the smoke hanging in the air.