Page 7 of Pining for Porter (Mountain Men Fall Harder #8)

"Alright, that's another successful festival," Stella declares, shutting the door on the little van we purchased for her bakery.

Stella grins at me and blows me a kiss before getting into the van and heading over to the bakery to drop everything off.

I slam the door of the truck bed closed, careful not to ding the wood shelves inside.

I had Felix build a custom pie stand for the festival this year, and in exchange, I made him a Dixon Furniture sign for his shop.

I've received three more local orders since. It was a win-win.

Stella and I got married right before Christmas.

True to his word, Danny flew out to serve as our witness, and Monroe even postponed her trip a day to be our second.

When Danny found out Monroe was headed to a little cabin north of Duhring Park for the holidays, he immediately put her in touch with his wife Addy, and sister-in-law, Cora.

It turned out to be a fortuitous connection, as her trip didn't go quite as expected.

When I get to the bakery, Stella has already dropped off the few remaining pies and is locking the door.

As she gets in my truck, I eye her legs appreciatively. "You trying to drive me wild with that skirt, cupcake?"

"Maybe." Stella shrugs, but the corner of her mouth turns up as she eyes me. "Take me home, sexy. I need to thank you properly for all your hard work."

I grin at the heated look in her eye. "You don't have to tell me twice, woman."

As we make our way up the winding mountain, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and look over to see my sweet, wholesome, pie-making wife taking off her panties and spreading her legs wide.

"Oh fuck, baby. Don't come before we get home." My eyes dart between her fingers and the road, desperate to join in and also to keep us safe.

Stella bites her lip and flips her skirt up, letting me watch as her fingers rub at her clit.

Her breathy little sighs have me hard as a rock, and I unbutton my pants.

Lowering my zipper, I palm my hard bulge through my underwear as my wife throws her head back against the headrest and rocks her hips, riding her fingers.

"Oh fuck!" I grit out. "Take the wheel." Stella reaches over and grabs the steering wheel, while I quickly shimmy my pants and underwear down enough so that my cock springs free.

I grab the wheel again, lowering her hand to my already hard shaft.

She cups my balls, squeezing gently before wrapping a fist around my length.

She pumps me, twisting at the top as her fingers rub against the ridge, and my loud moan fills the truck.

I look over at her fingers, glistening as they continue to move in and out of her tight pussy, and then lock eyes with my sexy vixen of a wife.

Just when I think she can't get any sexier, she grins and lifts her sweater over her head. "Call me cupcake," she whispers.

I let out a shaky breath. She's wearing the sexy T-shirt from the day we met, and my already hard cock sticks straight up, begging to find a home in her warm pussy. I notice a secluded pull-off up ahead and manage to get the truck stopped and in park in record time.

I roll the seat back as far as it can go, as Stella scrambles into my lap.

I palm her tits, using my thumbs on her hard nipples, and she lets out a breathy sigh.

She lifts slightly, notching me at her entrance, and then slowly lowers her wet, warm pussy onto my waiting cock.

We both moan as I bottom out, holding each other for a moment of pure bliss before she begins rocking her hips against me.

"All day, I watched you in that little skirt and those sexy boots, cupcake. I wanted to bend you over the table and claim you in front of everyone at that festival." I lift her shirt, pulling the cups of her bra down to pinch her nipples.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Stella rides me, panting heavily. Her movements already erratic as she chases her orgasm. I'm just as close, my balls still tight from the start of the hand job, and I hold her hips, thrusting into her with desperate movements.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Stella chants. When my beautiful wife comes undone on top of me, her pussy squeezes my cock hard, and I'm a goner. Our moans of ecstasy the only sounds on the quiet road.

"I love you, Stella." I stare deep into her eyes feeling like the luckiest man on the face of the planet. Not for the first time, I might add.

"I love you, my sexy mountain man."