Page 11 of The Mountain Man’s Curvy Bride (Mountain Man Sanctuary #3)

Wes

The bright morning sun streams through the cabin windows, highlighting Daisy's golden hair as she carefully loads her neatly packaged fudge into a woven basket.

Watching her move around our home, a warm, satisfied smile on her lips, fills my chest with something tender and deep.

Last night changed everything for us. We finally let go, finally stopped holding back—and waking up wrapped in each other's arms confirmed how right it was.

"Ready to head out?" Daisy asks cheerfully, turning to me with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Whenever you are," I reply, grabbing my keys from the kitchen counter and following her outside to the truck.

The drive into town is filled with comfortable silence, occasionally broken by Daisy humming softly along with the radio.

I sneak glances at her, still amazed that someone so bright and vibrant could find happiness with me.

Her hand reaches over to squeeze mine briefly, and I can't help the grin spreading across my face.

We spend the morning delivering Daisy's fudge to the local shops. Everywhere we stop, she's met with enthusiasm and gratitude, her creations already a beloved staple. I stand proudly at her side, enjoying the sense of community and belonging I've long denied myself.

"Your wife is a treasure, Wes," Martha calls out from her gift shop doorway, waving goodbye as we leave.

I glance down at Daisy, pulling her close with an arm around her waist. "Believe me, I know."

She blushes prettily, bumping me lightly with her hip as we walk toward the café for our last stop. "You're spoiling me with all these compliments."

"You deserve every one," I say earnestly, opening the café door for her.

Inside, the café is bustling, filled with locals chatting over steaming coffee cups.

Rick greets Daisy warmly, eagerly accepting today's fudge delivery with enthusiastic praise.

While she discusses arrangements, I lean casually against the counter, enjoying the simple pleasure of watching her interact with the town.

Suddenly, a strange feeling prickles the back of my neck. Turning slightly, I spot a man sitting at one of the corner tables, eyes fixed on Daisy with unsettling intensity. His stare isn't friendly admiration—it's something deeper, more invasive.

My jaw tightens, and a surge of possessive protectiveness flares through me. Daisy finishes her conversation with Rick, turning to rejoin me, oblivious to the unwanted attention.

"Ready?" she asks cheerfully, slipping her hand into mine.

"Yeah," I say curtly, gently guiding her toward the exit, intentionally placing myself between her and the stranger.

Outside, Daisy notices my tense demeanor immediately. "Is everything okay?"

I force myself to relax, not wanting to upset her. "It's nothing. Just someone staring a bit too hard."

Her brow furrows slightly. "Who?"

"No one important," I assure her, offering a reassuring smile. "Let's get home."

The drive back is quieter, my mind replaying the scene, wondering who that man was and what he wanted. My fingers grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles whitening, until Daisy's gentle touch draws me back.

"Wes, talk to me," she urges softly, her eyes filled with concern. "You're upset."

I exhale slowly, glancing at her briefly. "I didn't like how that man was looking at you. It was… disrespectful."

She reaches out, resting her hand lightly on my thigh. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm yours."

Her words ease the tension slightly, but my protective instincts remain on high alert. I cover her hand with mine, squeezing gently. "I know. And you're mine to protect."

Back home, the rest of the day passes in quiet harmony, the earlier incident fading but never quite leaving my thoughts. Evening comes quickly, and we settle together by the fire again, Daisy curled comfortably against my side.

"Today was wonderful," she murmurs, nuzzling closer.

"Except for one part," I say gruffly, kissing the top of her head.

She lifts her head, searching my eyes. "Wes, don't let something like that bother you."

"I can't help it," I admit quietly. "The thought of anyone making you uncomfortable drives me crazy."

Her expression softens, a tender smile touching her lips. "You're sweet to worry, but I promise, I'm safe with you."

Unable to resist, I lean in, capturing her mouth in a slow, tender kiss. Her arms slide around my neck, deepening the kiss with a passion that quickly ignites between us. My protective jealousy melts into pure, unrestrained desire.

"I need you," I whisper against her lips, lifting her easily into my arms.

She wraps herself tightly around me, her laughter breathless and joyful. "Then take me, Wes. I'm yours."

Carrying her to our bedroom, I deposit her on the bed. “I’m owning your sweet pussy tonight.”

She smiles wide, and I love how responsive she is to me.

I remove her clothing and mine, and climb onto the bed. She grabs my already hardening cock and gives it a tight squeeze. I nearly pass out from how good her little grip is.

“Fuck baby, is this what you want?” I guide my cock closer to her.

She nods, licking her lips. “Yes, Daddy. I want to suck on it. Like a pacifier.”

I smile as I crawl closer to her, my cock in my hands. It’s fully hard now, and pulsing with need. “You need to suck on it to calm you down?”

She nods again, her big eyes gazing up at me. “Yeah,” she breathes out. “I need it.”

I guide my dick to her pouty lips. “Open wide.” I feed her my cock, deep down her throat. “Suck me whole.”

She does a great job of sucking me off. Her cheeks hollow out each time she sucks me deeper. She keeps going as I fist my hand through her long hair.

She’s fucking perfect.

Her tiny hand slides up one thigh, cupping my balls as she continues to suck my thick cock in between her lips. I can’t turn my head away. I’m mesmerized by the look of her taking me deep.

I’m close to coming, and I know I don’t want to end the night this way. No, I want to be deep inside my wife when I fill her up with my seed. “Is this calming you down, baby?”

She nods, my thickness spreading her mouth wide.

“Good.” I let her keep sucking on me, wanting her to feel safe with me. I don’t know what led her to answer my ad, but I know I need to make her feel safe. I want her to know she has a home here.

I breathe through the feeling to come as she continues to suck me between her lips like a pacifier. “That’s it,” I say, stroking her cheek. “I need to fuck you, Daisy.”

She releases my cock from her mouth and smiles. “Okay, Daddy.” She repositions herself on the bed, flat on her back.

I tsk her. “No, I want you on your hands and knees. I need to fuck you from behind.”

Her cheeks tinge pink. “Okay.” She moves herself to get into the position I’ve asked her to get into.

She looks beautiful. Her curves turn me on in the worst of ways. I move up behind her, taking the flesh of one ass cheek in my hand, and give it a good squeeze.

“This belongs to me,” I say, slapping the skin as I press the engorged head of my cock at her tiny entrance. “Take this dick, little girl.” I push it between her folds, her slippery heat accepting him easily. “Good girl.”

She arches her back. “Oh, Daddy,” she moans out as I push deeper inside her.

I slap her ass again, and then soothe away the pain. “You’re perfect for me, little wife.”

“You’re perfect for me too, Daddy.”

I want to tell her I love her. That I’ll always take care of her, but I’m not sure what she’d do with that information. Is it too soon to tell your wife you love her? I don’t know.

All I know is I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. I do love her.

I keep my mouth snapped shut, fisting one hand into her hair while the other remains glued to her ass. I push in further, my cock filling up her small hole. I’m already so turned on that I reach around the hand currently on her ass and play with her clit, wanting her to get off before I get mine.

Because I’m close. Too close. There’s just something about this woman. She does something feral to me. Turns me into this monster wanting more, more, more .

“I’m about to lose control,” I tell her, my speed picking up slightly.

“Do it,” she says over her shoulder, her smile doing wicked things to my body.

My heartbeat amps up as I go faster, the sound of my balls slapping against her skin filling the air.

“Fuck yeah, take this cock, little girl.” I keep fucking, my eyes unable to stop focusing on the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the long blonde locks my hand holds onto.

“You take my dick so good. So fucking good.”

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Hearing her call me that turns me primal, and I lose all control. I’m a madman with a mission. That mission; get off. Come so deep inside her she’ll be feeling me leak out of her for days.

I keep bucking, toying with her clit.

“Oh, Daddy,” she screams out. “I’m coming.”

I can tell the moment she loses control. Her pussy grips me tightly, and I nearly pass out from the feel of it. “Own this dick, little girl.” I keep pushing, bucking, losing control on my wife.

And she loves every second of it. If her cries of pleasure are anything to go on.

“You own me, Daisy,” I tell her, my chest feeling like it could explode with emotion at any moment.

“You own me, Wes. I love you.” The last of her orgasm causes ripples throughout her body, and hearing her say she loves me nearly has me buckling behind her.

I lean forward, kissing her shoulder, and then her neck. “I love you, too.” It’s the most truest thing I’ve ever said.

I love this woman.

I love my wife.

I come deep inside her, thinking about the future with this woman. Thinking about all the ways I want to always keep her safe.

In the quiet aftermath, Daisy nestled against me, breathing gently in sleep, I vow silently to keep her safe and cherished, always.