Page 22 of Her Mountain Man Rescuer

The bakery in town makes the best cherry pie in the world, and we always grab a slice whenever we’re in Cherry Hollow. My stomach rumbles—the pizza smells amazing—and we sit at the table, tucking into our food.

“I saw Dane and Celeste at the bakery,” Weston says, grabbing a cheesy slice. “They told me to say hi. Took them a minute to notice me; they were all over each other.”

I giggle, unsurprised. Weston’s brother is smitten with his new wife, and the two of them are always together. They met just a couple of months after Weston and I did, and I know my husband is relieved that his brother is no longer alone.

“I’m seeing Celeste tomorrow, actually,” I say. “She’s coming for movie night at Lila’s.”

Weston shakes his head, smirking. “I don’t know if Dane can cope without her for that long. But hey, who am I to talk? I missed you like hell earlier, and I was only gone thirty minutes.”

I beam at him. My husband might look like a rugged grump, but he’s a total softie at heart.

“I missed you too.”

“Hey, I wrote down a couple more baby names while I was gone,” he says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Luna, Eden, and Zoe for a girl. Lucas or Leo for a boy.”

“Those are all nice. Luna is pretty.”

Weston nods, making a note. His eyes shine a little brighter whenever we talk about our baby. He’s just as excited as I am, and I can’t wait to have a family with this amazing man. I knowhe’d do anything for me and the baby—anything to keep us safe. All the fear and anxiety I felt after my apartment was burglarized is gone, and not just because I live in the mountains now. It’s because Weston is protective as heck, and I know nothing can hurt me with him by my side. He makes me feel secure, and it’s one of the many reasons I love him so much.

Once we’ve finished dinner, we watch a movie before heading to bed. We always go to bed early…but not to sleep. My body is already buzzing with anticipation as Weston takes my hand, leading me to our bedroom with its king-sized four-poster bed. The fire is already lit in here, and my husband pulls me onto the mattress.

“God, I’ve been craving you, sugar,” he growls. “It feels like it’s been forever…”

I force my lips together, trying not to giggle. We had sex after lunch. And twice this morning. Weston can be pretty dramatic when he wants to be. But as his hands tear off my clothes, the smile slides off my face, and I’m left aching with pure desire.

Weston strips, kicking off his jeans and boxers until we’re both naked, bodies pressed together, skin on skin. He lies back on the bed and pulls me on top of him, his cock hard and swollen against me. His body is so big and broad that it makes me feel tiny, and I shiver as the tip of his cock parts my folds, pushing against my wet hole. I sink down onto his length, letting him fill me up, moaning with relief.

“That feel good?” Weston asks.

“So good…”

His hands caress my hips, gripping my waist as I start to move on top of him. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. You don’t know what these curves do to me, sugar.” He looks at me like I’m a work of art. I’ve gained a little weight since we got together—and it’s not just baby weight. But Weston seems to love my body more than ever.

I rest my hands on his strong shoulders and ride his cock, throwing my head back with a sigh. He bucks his hips in time with my movements, thrusting upward as I push down, our rhythm getting faster and faster.

“Fuck,” Weston grits out, his eyes wild. “That’s my girl. You like being full of your husband’s cock?”

“Yes! Yes!”

His girth brushes against the sensitive spots inside me, making me see stars as I take his dick, riding him hard. He reaches up to tilt my head so I’m looking at him. Weston loves to look into my eyes when we fuck. The intensity drives us both crazy, and I lose myself in his gaze, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. Every inch of him is hard as rock between my legs, and I feel my core throb with pleasure, my orgasm building.

Oh, God…I’m so close…

“Come for me, sugar.” Sweat beads on Weston’s forehead, his gaze never leaving mine. “You can do it. Show me how good you are and come on my cock.”

His voice is hoarse, breathless, and I feel something quiver inside me at his words. I grip his shoulders tight and come undone with a shuddering cry, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I collapse on top of Weston as he thrusts inside me with a deep groan, his cock exploding with a warm stream of cum. Our bodies shudder through the aftershocks, sweaty and spent, until we finally come back to ourselves.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Weston says, pressing a soft kiss on my lips. “What the hell did I do to deserve you, sugar?”

His eyes are full of love as he looks at me, his hand stroking my back, and I nuzzle against his chest with a contented sigh. My husband is the most incredible man I’ve ever met, and I’m so dang lucky I fell off that stupid ledge and straight into his life. I remember how he used to call me Miss Denver when we met, back in my city girl days, and it makes my head spin to thinkabout how much has changed since then. My new life is more wonderful than I ever could have hoped, and as my husband holds me tight in his arms, I know this is where I was always meant to be.

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