Page 5 of Cinnamon Rolls and the Guy Next Door (Holiday Romance in Snowflake Falls #16)

Chapter Five

JUNIPER

I slam my apartment door harder than necessary and lean against it, trying to process what happened earlier.

First place. Kieran got the top spot with rolls that were uneven, slightly overproofed, and heavy-handed with the cinnamon. Meanwhile, my technically perfect rolls came second.

And what was that strange comment from his MC president about donations?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen, needing to do something with my hands. Stanley bubbles on the counter, oblivious to my mood.

“He didn’t bribe anyone. That’s not who he is.” I tell the starter.

But how do I know who he is? We’ve known each other for two days. Two days of intense chemistry and some incredibly hot kisses. That doesn’t mean I know his character.

Except I do. He might be a big, bad, rough-talking biker, but deep in my heart, I know he’s not a man who cheats to win. He doesn’t need to.

I listen to my favorite podcast, Baking with Brienne , wash my hair, clean my apartment, try to nap, then eat dinner, and I still can’t stop thinking about Kieran. I’m about ready to go downstairs and hammer on his door when three sharp knocks cut through my thoughts.

When I open the door, Kieran’s standing there, still in his festival clothes but roughed up; hair mussed, jaw tight, those green eyes fierce.

“Juniper, I want you to understand that I didn’t bribe anyone,” he growls.

“I know.”

His brows pull together. “You do?”

“You’re many things, Kieran, but I know you’re not a cheater.”

Relief flashes across his face, quickly replaced by something darker. He steps inside without asking, the scent of leather and spice rolling off him, making my thighs clench with memory.

“Then why’d you look at me like I’d dropped your keys down a storm drain?”

“Because you turned your back on me when I walked over,” I snap.

A muscle in his jaw ticks. “That wasn’t… Prez was watching. I had to play it cool.”

“Careful of being seen with me?”

His gaze locks on mine, hot and unflinching.

“Careful of making you conspicuous. You don’t get it, Juniper.

There’s shit going on with the club that’s dangerous, and it’s got nothing to do with you.

But you ? You’re the one thing I don’t want dirty hands touching.

I’ll do anything to protect what we have. Protect us.”

My heart speeds up. “Is there an us ?”

That’s all it takes. Two strides and my back hits the counter. His big hands cage my face, rough palms, but a surprisingly gentle hold.

“I’ve wanted there to be an us since the first time I saw you,” he rasps. “But tonight, I’m done holding back.”

Heat floods my entire body. I grab his shirt, yanking him down, and our mouths come together in a hungry, desperate kiss. He tastes like spiced cider. Kieran lifts me onto the counter, forcing my thighs open with his hips.

“Fuck, baby, I missed this. Missed you. Your sweet kisses taste just like trouble and sugar.”

“Then stop talking and…”

“Careful.” His mouth curves against mine, wicked. “You tell me to stop talking, I’ll put this filthy mouth to better use. Show you who’s boss.”

“Is that a promise?” I wink at him. His eyes flash.

“You better believe it, gorgeous.”

I shiver as he drags me off the counter and carries me to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed like I weigh nothing. He kisses me again and then strips off my T-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra and he groans.

“You are fucking perfect.” He kisses down the side of my neck, his big calloused hands palming my breasts, my nipples hard.

He dips his head, pushing them together and flicking his tongue over them as I tilt my head back, trying in vain to steady my breathing.

Taking each one in his mouth, he licks and sucks until I’m arching back on the bed, gripping the sheets.

He kisses lower, then pulls my shorts down in one motion.

“Spread your legs for me. Now. Don’t make me ask twice.”

My body obeys before my brain can catch up, knees falling open.

“That’s it,” he says, voice low and lethal. “Goddamn, look at you. Dripping wet already, just for me.”

When his mouth hits my swollen clit, I nearly arch off the bed. He pins my hips down with his hands, tongue ruthless, devouring me like a starving man.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he groans into me. “And it’s all mine. You hear me, sweetness? No one else gets this. Ever.”

“Kieran…” I gasp, clenching the sheets.

“Say it.” His voice is a command between licks. “Say who owns this tight little pussy.”

“You do.” The words rip out of me on a cry. “You, Kieran.”

He growls in satisfaction and pushes two thick fingers inside, curling them just right. “Good girl. Knew you’d learn fast.”

Pleasure tears through me, sharp and relentless. When I come hard, gasping his name, he doesn’t stop. He pushes me higher, keeps me there, until I’m trembling and desperate to feel him inside me.

Then he’s up, shoving his jeans down, and his enormous cock springs free. My mouth waters.

“I think I have some condoms in the nightstand. Bachelorette party for a friend. It’s been a long time.”

He reaches over, finds a condom, and rolls it down over his thick length.

“You want this cock?” he asks, stroking himself, green eyes dark.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“Not good enough.” One hand grips my chin, forcing me to look at him as the other reaches down between my legs to stroke my clit. “Beg for it.”

My pride wavers, then shatters under the weight of my need. “Please, Kieran. Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

He snarls something filthy and eases himself inside. Fingers stroking my clit, he pulls back and then thrusts deep, filling me so completely I cry out.

“Christ, you’re tight. Taking me so good, baby.” His pace is brutal, every stroke hitting deep. “This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes,” I moan, nails digging into his shoulders.

“No one fucks you like I do,” he growls into my ear. “No one makes you feel like this. You’re mine, Juniper. Say it again.”

“I’m yours. All yours.”

“That’s right. You were mine the first time I saw you. And now you’re gonna come all over my cock and make me happy.”

The words wreck me, send me spiraling. I clamp around him, shattering, screaming his name as I come. He follows with a deep, guttural groan.

When he collapses over me, breath hot against my neck, his voice softens. “You undo me, sweetness. You don’t even know what the hell you’ve done to me.”

I hold him close, still shaking. For all his dominance, there’s something vulnerable in the way he presses his forehead to mine.

Tomorrow, we compete against each other and only one of us wins.

But tonight, he’s all mine.