Kept By The Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men Book 3)

by Gemma Weir

  “How about because you’re beautiful, because I can’t stay away from you, because from the moment I saw you I knew you were mine, and I don’t think I can let you go now I know you exist.”

  My eyes widen and my lips fall open as I stare at him in utter, baffled shock. “What?”

  “You’re mine, Alice.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” I say, bursting into loud laughter, my eyes actually closing as I laugh so hard I bend at the waist when a stitch forms in my side.

  My laughter abruptly dissolves when I’m airborne for a moment, my back hitting the bed with an umph as Granger crawls over me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.

  I should be terrified, but for some reason I’m not scared of this very odd, possibly crazy, stunningly gorgeous stranger pinning me to his bed. I really don’t think he’s going to hurt me or rape me, plus we’re in his home, that’s full of his family who don’t seem like the type who’d be okay with their brother forcing himself on a girl only feet from where they’re cooking in the kitchen.

  “I don’t appreciate you laughing at me,” he growls, not letting me go but not getting any closer either.”

  “If you don’t want to be laughed at you shouldn’t say ridiculous things,” I taunt, wishing I could swallow back the words the moment they’re free. I know better than to engage with people, I know better than to be engaging and interested. This is my first time being pinned down for inciting a conversation, but regardless, I don’t do this. Attempting to make friends or engage always backfires on me.

  “You being mine isn’t ridiculous.”

  “Granger, we met three hours ago.”

  “When you know, you know, and I know you’re meant to be mine, that us meeting this morning wasn’t a coincidence. My family has a history of finding their women and knowing in that exact moment. That’s what happened when I saw you this morning. I knew.”

  “Wow, does your family also have a history of mental instability?” Oh my god, what is wrong with me? Why am I taunting him? Why am I speaking to him at all?

  His laugh is low, rough and full of amusement, he’s not in the least bit offended that I just suggested him and his family are all crazy. “Not crazy, just single minded and confident in their ability to know who their women are the moment they find them.”

  Sighing, I close my eyes for a second and silently remind myself why this can’t happen.

  People don’t like me.

  My likeability has a timescale.

  I’m needy.

  I’m pathetic

  I’m toxic.

  Each thought feels like a physical blow, but each hit is a much needed reminder. When I open my eyes, my mind is clearer and my armor is firmly fixed back in place. “Look, Granger, it’s very sweet that you think I’m this fabled person you’ve been searching for, but I promise you I’m not. I’m nobody, I belong to no one, I’m a loner, a wanderer, and that’s what suits me. Your family seem great, you seem great, but I need to buy a new RV and get on my way. I think it’d be best if you just take me back down into town and I promise you’ll never see me again. That way, when you meet your actual person, I won’t even be a footnote in your happy ever after.” Forcing a smile to my lips, I wait for his weight to lift, for his hold on me to loosen, but it doesn’t.

  “You’re my person, Alice, you might not feel it yet, but I do. Maybe before today you were nobody’s, but now you’re mine and I plan on keeping you. I’m not taking you to town, I’m not helping you leave. Nothing has ever felt as right to me as you do beneath me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to help you understand what this is between us.”

  Suddenly my arms are free, but he doesn’t get up, instead his hand carefully cups my cheek and he leans down. He presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly, reverently and with so much feeling that I can’t help but kiss him back.

  In the past, kisses have just been an empty movement, lips pressed to lips, but what Granger is doing seems like so much more. He’s reaffirming all he just said and branding it into my skin, he’s telling me with his mouth, his hands, his tongue that I’m his, that this is us now, that we share this connection that’s different to anything I’ve felt before.

  His body is on top of mine, his weight holding me down, but he’s not forcing this on me, I’m just as much a willing participant as he is and I feel tears that I don’t understand filling my eyes. How can a kiss make me cry?

  Pulling back, his lips leave mine and I blink my eyes open and stare up at him. His brow furrows when he see the tears I can feel rolling down my cheeks and he quickly uses his thumbs to wipe them away.

  “Please don’t be scared of me, I’ll never hurt you, I just don’t think that now I’ve found you I can live without you. I’m a Barnett and I know I’m throwing a lot at you right now, I know I’m a lot to deal with, but I swear if you let me I’ll be your everything. I wasn’t searching for you and I know you don’t think you were looking for me either, but I promise we’re both exactly where we’re meant to be and I’ll prove that to you, if you give me the chance.”

  “What if I don’t want to.”

  His eyes darken and his lids hood as his mouth curls into a cruel grin. “I’ll convince you.”

  Rolling upwards, his weight lifts from me and he sits back between my thighs, that until this moment I hadn’t noticed he’d parted. Heavy hands settle on my legs and he squeezes gently, making sure I’m more than aware of his hands on me.

  “Are you wet, my Alice? You say I’m not yours and you’re not mine, but if I slid my fingers into your cunt right now would I find you dry and as uninterested as your words pretend to be, or as soaked as your body is telling me you are?”

  His hands slowly start to inch up my thighs toward my core, and my breathing becomes ragged. It’s been so long since I’ve felt even a flutter of desire, and right now there’s a herd of butterflies doing the can-can in my stomach, heating me from within.

  “Tell me to stop and I will, I’ll never take what you haven’t freely given,” Granger assures me, his fingers inching higher, making my skin pebble with awareness the closer he gets to my swollen and needy sex.

  I should tell him to stop, I’m a bag of mixed signals, my head is warning him off, but my brain can’t convince the words to come out of my mouth and right now, I’m just lying here on his bed not even trying to get away from him.

  Maybe this is the easiest way of getting rid of him. Sex has worked in the past, it’ll work again. He’ll lose all interest once he’s touched me and then I can leave, hopefully with a few orgasms to remember him by, but with no hard feelings on his side and a reminder that nobody ever wants me again once I give myself to them on mine.

  “Tell me to stop, Alice,” he warns, as his fingers reach the apex between my thighs, mere millimeters from my jean-covered pussy.

  I should, I know I should, but I don’t, instead I push my hips up off the bed and arch into his touch, daring him to do what he’s threatening to; to touch me. A salacious grin spreads across his mouth as he confidently unbuttons my jeans and peels them over my butt until they’re resting just below my knees, leaving me bare except for my boring black cotton panties.

  For the first time in years, I wish I wore sexy underwear. If he’ll lose interest after this, I’d rather he remember me for the plain, unlikable woman in the sexy red crotchless panties, rather than the plain Target black ones that are a little wrinkled where the elastic is starting to sag.

  I expect him to rip my underwear down, but instead he leans down and presses his nose against the fabric and inhales. I’m not sure if that’s sexy or weird, but for the first time ever I wonder what I smell like down there, and hope it’s nice and not nasty.

  The question forms on my lips but it dissolves again when he grips the waistband of my panties and slowly starts to reveal me. When my panties are around my knees with my jeans, I start to feel self conscious. My mom insisted I get laser hair removal when I was in high school, so thankfully I’m smoot
h and I don’t have an eighties raging bush, but maybe he likes hair, or maybe he thinks I have so much sex I keep myself clean shaven and ready to go.

  “So wet,” Granger growls, pulling me from my internal freak out as he runs his fingers over my pussy, sliding easily through my very aroused folds. “I can’t wait to watch you come.”

  My mind goes blank at the first stroke of his tongue.

  No one has ever given me oral before, it’s not really a car sex possibility, or at least not in my limited experience, and the sensation of him licking me almost has me blacking out at how amazing it feels.

  Hot, wet, awesome, this is literally the best thing I’ve ever felt and I’ve not even had an orgasm yet. His fingers join in on the fun and I’m lost, my mind blown as he’s in me, over me, licking me, sucking me and fucking me all in one and when my orgasm hits, I know I scream as much in surprise as in pleasure.

  I won’t survive.

  I was fine without sex, I’ve never thought I was missing out on anything by being alone and not having someone to touch me or for me to touch in return. But now, knowing someone can make me feel like this, I’m not sure I can live never feeling this again.

  I expect him to get up, to get his dick out and shove it at my face, to want to fuck me, but instead of any of those things, his mouth is on my sex again and he’s eating me like I’m his favourite desert. I moan like a porn star every time his fingers thrust deep inside of me, every time his tongue laps at my clit, every time his teeth scrape over my sensitive flesh that feels like it’s been heightened until every minute touch is a mini explosion of pleasure.

  “Scream, Alice, scream for me,” he demands, a moment before his tongue does something that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head and an orgasm hit me like a tornado, picking me up, spinning me around and around, then spitting me back out the other side, forever changed from the experience.

  Panting, I cover my face with my hands, trying to stifle the sounds I can hear myself making but have zero control over. I should be embarrassed, but honestly, I just don’t care. I don’t care if he hears, I don’t care if the entire house hears. That. Was. Amazing.

  My hands are ripped from my face and his lips find mine. He’s kissing me, after he just had his mouth on my pussy and it tastes… okay. I expect him to realize that he just gave me mouth to sex resuscitation and pull back to get a drink or something, but if anything, he just kisses me harder, more intensely, and I realize that I don’t care. All I can taste now is him, and I’m kissing him back, and it’s so good that I know this will be almost as hard to give up as my sudden new awareness of oral and how fantastic it is.

  “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you come?” he rasps against my mouth.

  Shaking my head, I lift off the pillow and try to reclaim his lips, with talking comes the inevitable rejection and I don’t want to hear that yet, I want a few more perfectly blissful moments before reality takes over.

  “I can’t wait to watch you come on my dick. I want to feel you clamp down on my cock as your lips part and you scream out my name as I claim your cunt.”

  My brow furrows and I can feel the confusion on my face. Are we going to have sex now? I’m down for that, I’ve already had two orgasms but it’s only fair he gets his. I don’t have any condoms, but Granger must have. With how good he is at eating pussy, he probably has an industrial sized party pack in his bedside cabinet to keep the constant flow of women who find themselves in his bed protected.

  Wiggling, I try to work my jeans down my legs, but his hands find them and instead of removing them, he’s pulling my panties back up.

  “I thought you wanted to have sex?” I ask, my voice raspy from all the screaming.

  “I want you more than you’ll ever understand, but if I fuck you now, you’re mine. I won’t let you leave me, ever, and I know you’re not ready for that. Your cunt belongs to my fingers and my tongue already, but the moment my dick gets inside of you, I’m keeping you and I need you to fully understand that before I claim you.”

  “Don’t be absurd, you want me, I want you, let’s just have some fun before I leave,” I coax, trying to sound alluring and sexy, and instead just becoming needy and pathetic as I beg this stranger to fuck me.

  Chuckling lowly, he drags my jeans over my butt and fastens the button at my waist covering me completely, before he possessively cups my sex over my clothes. “I’ve touched you, I’ve tasted you and you already belong to me, Alice. But the moment I get inside of you, I’m keeping you as my property. I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to take what’s mine, who tries to touch what’s mine, or taste what’s mine.”

  I feel shock tinged with fear creep into my expression, as my eyes widen and I push myself back into the cushions trying to find some distance from him when I’m still beneath him on his bed.

  “I’m trying really hard not to sound like a fucking psycho and I can see I’m doing a shitty job. I want you, Alice, not for a one-night stand, or a fling while you’re in town. I want you to be mine.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “I don’t need to know you; I feel that you’re mine. I know that doesn’t make any sense right now, but speak to Bonnie and Cora and they’ll tell you this is how it is for us Barnett’s. We find our woman and that’s it, she’s ours, we’re hers, nothing else is an option.”

  “I really think I should go,” I say, more than a little freaked out.

  “No.”

  “No?” I parrot back.

  “No. You’re not going anywhere.”

  “Are you saying I’m a prisoner here?”

  “No. You’re not a prisoner, you’re mine.”

  6

  Granger

  I am fucking this up so badly.

  She can’t leave, I can’t let her leave. I won’t let her leave but I sound like a fucking crazy person and other than fucking her into unconsciousness, I don’t really have any idea what to do to convince her to want to stay.

  Leaving her alone isn’t an option, now I know what her pussy tastes like, now I’ve seen her face when she’s coming from an orgasm I’ve given her, I’m completely addicted, so much more than I was just from knowing she’s mine. I’ll never be able to let her go and I don’t know how I explain that to her without making her run from me.

  For a minute, when she decided to let me touch her, when she pushed her cunt up into my hands, offering herself to me, I thought she was starting to understand, but I can see in her eyes that she has no idea how all in I am. It barely makes any sense to me, so why would she understand?

  My dick is so hard it feels like it has its own pulse. I know I’m going to be in pain until I spread her legs and take what’s mine, but I can’t fuck her until she understands that giving herself to me that way is cementing herself as my property, my woman for the rest of our lives.

  Shit, I sound fucking nuts to myself. Is this how Beau and Huck felt? This crazy, possessive need to own their woman like she was property? My mama was one of the strongest, most independent, fierce women I’ve ever known, if this is how daddy felt about her, did she give herself over to his ownership or did they spend their lives fighting about how he thought she belonged to him and she disagreed.

  I don’t want that.

  I want Alice to be completely mine in this seriously old fashioned, me man, you woman way that I have never considered attractive until today. I want her to need me for everything. I want to be the person she goes to for every need, thought and desire. I want her dependent on me, but not in a fucked-up way. More because it already feels like she’s the reason I breathe, and I need to not be in this alone.

  Her eyes are wide and kind of horrified as I slowly pull away from her, no longer pinning her with my body, but close enough I can stop her if she tries to make a run for it. I denied she’s my prisoner, but honestly, I don’t hate the idea. I could lock the door to this room and refuse to let her out until she gives herself to me.

  “Fuck,” I mutte
r, not realizing I’ve spoken the word aloud.

  “What? Realized how much of a psychopath you sound right now?” she says, her voice still a little raspy and rough.

  “I’m not sorry,” I shrug. “I know I’m coming on strong and throwing a lot at you, especially because we only met today, but have you never felt that something was instantly right the moment you found it?”

  She shakes her head, even as her eyes tell me she wished she had. “All I’ve ever known was things that felt instantly wrong.”

  That confession irks at something inside of me and I want to comfort her, to be her safe place. Unable to resist, I pull her off the bed and cradle her in my arms, sitting her ass against my hard dick as I position her in my lap.

  “Tell me you feel nothing for me?” I challenge her.

  “I don’t know you.”

  “So it should be easy to tell me you feel nothing. I’m a stranger.”

  “I feel nothing,” she says, lying, badly.

  “Don’t lie to me, Alice, never fucking lie.”

  “This is ridiculous.”

  “Tell me you feel nothing.”

  “I don’t have to tell you anything. In a couple of days when I’m gone, you won’t even remember my name,” she says with a self-deprecating laugh.

  “I won’t ever forget you, because I don’t think I could let you leave even if you begged me,” I confess on a whisper against her ear.

  She says something that sounds like, “I wish that were true,” but it’s so quiet that I can’t be sure I heard her correctly as she sighs tiredly and confusingly relaxes into my hold, her body sagging into my chest. “I promise you everything you think you feel for me now will be completely gone in a matter of days.”

  “If you feel nothing for me, why do you sound so sad when you say that?” I ask.

  “I’m not sad, I just know it’s the truth.” I wish I could say she was lying again, but even if I don’t agree with her, it’s obvious she believes what she’s saying is the truth.