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

by Gemma Weir

  “God’s got nothing to do with it, Alice, you’re mine now, all mine, and it’ll be me making you scream.”

  Her eyes widen as I pull back and slam forward, taking her and owning her in a single movement. Gripping me tighter, her hips move with me, pushing back against each thrust, willing me to go harder and deeper. Her moans become pants, then mewling gasps as her pussy ripples, gripping and tightening as she gets closer and closer to release.

  “Granger, I’m so close.”

  “Come for me, honey, come on my dick, I want to feel it,” I coax, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb, hoping the edge of pain will tip her into orgasm. When she comes, it’s the most free I’ve ever seen her. Her lips part on a silent scream, her eyes locked with mine as if she doesn’t want to look away. Her pussy grips my dick so hard she squeezes the cum out of me and I spill inside of her, feeling this sense of proprietary rightness filling her cunt with my cum.

  My own orgasm lasts almost as long as hers and when we both come down, I collapse against her, our bodies damp with excursion. Running my fingers through the length of her hair, I stay quiet, not willing to interrupt this moment by speaking. Despite her total surrender to me, I know she’ll fight this, but I warned her I’d own her the moment I fucked her and I meant it. She’s mine now and I’m keeping her, no matter what she thinks.

  “Granger.”

  “Shhh, I don’t want to argue, so just don’t. Right now, I just want to enjoy this.”

  “Okay,” she whispers, relaxing beneath me.

  Lifting up, I keep her held to me, rolling us to the side, keeping my softening dick still inside her as I pull her head down to rest on my chest. She stiffens, as if she’s unsure what to do now the sex part is over, but after a moment she melts into me, her hand resting over my heart.

  I press my lips against her hair, feeling something inside my chest settle. I’ve never felt like this, I’m not an asshole who’s got his pants on before the sweat’s even dry, but I’ve never felt the need to cuddle a woman like I do now with Alice.

  Everything with her feels different, but I suppose that makes sense given that she’s mine and not just a random fuck to scratch an itch. I like her in my bed, I want here all the time, but I don’t know how to make that happen. I can delay her leaving, get my brothers to tell her repairs are taking longer than expected, but it’s only a matter of time before her RV is fixed or she buys a new one and then she’s going to leave. Letting her go isn’t an option, neither is leaving with her. My business is here, my family and roots and life are here. If she had a home, a place she lives with things and ties and stuff, I’d follow her there in a heartbeat, but I can’t help thinking that her moving around, living in a tiny old RV is more about her running away from something, rather than her enjoying the nomadic existence she’s created for herself.

  Her breathing slows and eventually she goes lax in my arms, sleep pulling her under, my dick still semi-hard and inside her. I want to take her again, to roll her to her belly and fuck her from behind, to lift her on top and watch her ride me, but I won’t, not yet anyway. I need her to trust me, to want to be here, to believe all the things I know to be true about us are real, and that won’t happen if I treat her like my personal sex slave, even though that sounds about perfect to me right now.

  Maybe she’d be into that too, then I could keep her locked in a beautiful cage where her leaving isn’t an option.

  No, what the fuck is wrong with me? I’m thinking about locking my woman up so she can’t leave, that’s fucked up on a level I’ve never dipped to before, not even in my most depraved fantasies. No, I need to make her want me, need me, then the thought of leaving would become as abhorrent to her as it is to me.

  I didn’t use a condom, and I didn’t ask her about birth control, I know Huck tricked Cora into getting pregnant, but I won’t do that. Not that I’ll be upset if she is, in fact I’d be elated if my kid was taking root in her womb right now. But I don’t want our future to be based on an accidental baby, I want her to be unequivocally mine when I breed her, I want her to want it.

  Stroking my fingers through her long blonde hair, I try to decide what I should do. I’ve never tried to make a woman fall in love with me, but that’s what I need Alice to do. I need to her to slip off the edge into obsession, I need her to need me for everything, to want me in every aspect of her life, and I only have a weekend to do it.

  It’s still dark when I wake up and find she’s rolled away from me, her back to my front, her ass pressed up against my dick as she sleeps with her hands tucked beneath her cheek. Dipping my head down, I press a kiss against her shoulder, then slide my knee between her legs, opening her up to me, as I position my dick against her sex from behind. She’s asleep, but I don’t care, I need inside of her right now.

  She’s wet and I slide right in, her body still ready for me after the sex we had only a few hours ago. Curling my arm around her waist, I drag her ass and hips back and slowly start to fuck her in long, dragging thrusts.

  My mouth rests against her shoulder, kissing and nipping at her creamy exposed skin as I drive myself into her body so slowly it’s like I’m torturing myself. She wakes up slowly, her body emerging from her dreams quicker than her brain.

  “You feel perfect,” I whisper against her neck when her eyelids begin to flutter.

  “Granger,” she says raggedly, her voice full of sleep and the pleasure she’s woken up to.

  “I couldn’t resist, your cunt’s like a siren call, singing to me, begging me to fuck it, to own it and fill it,” I groan, moving faster now, fucking her deeper as she arches into me, her arm reaching back and latching onto my bicep.

  “Oh god,” she pants, clutching at the sheet beneath her.

  “I want you to come, honey, come for me.”

  “I can’t, I’m close, but I can’t.”

  My hand slides down from her waist and I find her clit, rubbing and pinching as I fuck her without restraint, leaning over her and tilting her ass further onto my cock.

  Her moans only make me fuck her harder, dragging her back onto my dick with each thrust as my other hand works at the clit until she comes on a garbled cry, my name falling from her lips as I fill her once, twice more, then come inside of her, filling her again as she shudders around me.

  My teeth find her shoulder, and I bite down as the last stream of cum pulses from my cock, exhaling a shuddering breath against her skin. “Perfect.”

  I feel her nod, but she doesn’t speak as our breathing slowly evens out and the sun starts to rise in the sky. “This is how every day should start,” I smile.

  “I’m okay with that,” she giggles shakily, as her muscles begin to relax and her back melts back against mine.

  Pulling her against me as close as I can get, I close my eyes and fall back asleep with my woman held tightly in my arms.

  The next time I wake up, Alice is exactly where she was when I fell asleep, her breathing slow and even, her hair a tangled mess across the pillow. It’s Saturday morning, so all of us are off work except for the girls who regularly work weekends, but the house sounds quiet and still. I’m not ready for real life to encroach on this moment. I didn’t know I was waiting for Alice, but now she’s here it’s obvious how hollow my life was without her.

  This sense of certainty is the part I wasn’t expecting. Until I saw my brothers fall, I didn’t believe in my dad’s proclamation that he knew in an instance mom was his. It took Beau over a year and another guy to know Bonnie was his, even though he’d been watching over her before he even realized and laid claim, but for Huck, he says he knew the moment he saw Cora, even though he fought it to start off with.

  With Alice I just know, even though I can’t explain how I know. I guess I never expected it to happen to me, but now it has I’m not sure how I lived in a world without her for so long. Just thinking about being without Alice feels desolate, there’s no me without her now and no matter how startling that revelation seems, I’m not ala
rmed, because everything about her settles me. She’s the other half of my soul and now she’s here, I’m complete.

  9

  Alice

  I’m warm and comfy and… there’s a person in bed with me!

  Blinking my eyes open, it takes me a second to remember I’m not in the lumpy fold out bed in my RV, but in Granger’s bed, in his room, in his house. We had sex last night, and again at some point either super late last night or super early this morning. We had sex and afterwards he pulled me in and cuddled me until we both fell asleep. I’ve never done that before. In fact, there’s a list of firsts I’ve done with Granger.

  First time receiving oral, first time being cuddled by a guy, first time sleeping in the same bed with a guy, first time having sex from behind, first time falling asleep with a guy’s dick still inside of me. First time waking up, not once but twice in a guy’s arms.

  I’m not sure if it’s all the firsts, or the fact that I’ve liked them all that’s making me freak out a little. The urge to sneak out is waring with my desire to stay exactly where I am and enjoy this while it lasts. Maybe it’ll all be over when he wakes up, and if it is I don’t want to have wasted a moment of being wanted, or being held like I’m special.

  Last night I planned to tell him no, to arm myself against anything he did to persuade me, but instead, I crumbled and gave in so fast it’s almost a little pathetic to remember how easily he won me over.

  “Morning honey.”

  “Morning,” I whisper, tense now I know he’s awake and probably on the verge of kicking me out.

  “Are you sore?”

  My pussy clenches without thought and a low pang of pain twists up from the inside out. Another first. “A little.”

  “Fuck, I want you so bad, but I won’t take you again if you’re already sore,” Granger says, with what sounds like genuine regret in his voice.

  “You want me again?”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you. I’ve never felt anything like the way it feels when I’m inside of you.”

  My lips clamp shut, because what do you even say to that?

  “I can feel you freaking out, but you shouldn’t. You’re mine, Alice, you’d be so much happier if you just accepted that and relaxed,” he laughs, actually laughs.

  Pulling free of his hold, I try to climb out of the bed, but his grip on me tightens as he stops me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “To pee,” I say, even though it’s mainly an excuse to get some breathing space from him.

  His hold gradually loosens and I’m free to move, dragging the comforter with me, so I don’t have to make the run for the bathroom naked.

  His laugh follows me as I stumble away from the bed and close the bathroom door behind me, pissed that yet again there’s no lock in here.

  Avoiding the mirror, I sink down onto the toilet, resting my head in my hands. What the hell am I going to do? Staying is impossible, but he’s not behaving the way he should be. By now he should be desperate for me to go away, not practically holding me hostage so I don’t run. I don’t know how to deal with this.

  Flushing the toilet, I turn on the tap to wash my hands when the bathroom door opens and Granger strolls in, completely, unashamedly naked, his dick hard and bouncing as he walks. “I’m almost done,” I tell him.

  “That’s okay, I’m gonna run us a bath.”

  “I can shower once you’re done.”

  “You could, but we’re gonna take a bath together, honey,” he smiles.

  “Err, I’ve… no, that’s okay,” I mumble, stumbling over my words.

  “I wasn’t asking. We are gonna take a bath together, so why don’t you go put the comforter on the bed, then stop hiding from me and get your ass back in here.”

  Slack jawed at how bossy he’s being, I do what he says, even though I’m really not sure why. I read books and watched films with alpha men, but I’ve never encountered one in real life before. Is that what Granger is? He seems to enjoy telling me what’s going to happen and what I’m going to do.

  I don’t hate it.

  I’ve been alone and in charge of my own decisions and actions since I left home, really since Serenity left, so it’s actually nice to let someone else take the reins for a minute, but even if I like it, I shouldn’t let him take control, especially when he has all these ideas about me belonging to him.

  Dumping the comforter on the bed, I search the floor for my clothes, planning on getting dressed and retreating back to the guest room to have a shower and try to find somewhere else to stay, but before I get a chance to even locate them Granger appears in the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed across his tempting chest as he arches an eyebrow at me.

  “Going somewhere, honey?”

  “No,” I lie.

  Stalking to me, he drops his head and scoops me off the floor and over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. “Didn’t I warn you not to lie to me,” he scolds, smacking his palm against my ass cheek.

  I squeal in shock. He just spanked me. He just spanked me on my ass like I was a little kid. He just spanked me and I didn’t hate it. He spanks me again on the other cheek and this time instead of squealing, a tiny moan escapes from my lips.

  His shoulder shakes with amusement beneath my stomach and I clamp my lips shut, stopping any more embarrassing noises from escaping.

  “Oh honey, I heard that little whimper and it wasn’t because your ass is on fire, it’s because your pussy was clenching and I barely tapped you.”

  He lowers me to the floor, making sure as much of me as possible touches him on the way down, until I’m on my feet in front of him, his arm loosely wrapped around my back. “I’d rather shower on my own.”

  “Stop lying, you’re terrible at it, your face is too expressive and you wince every time bullshit comes from your lips. Now you can either tell me why you don’t want to take a soak in my tub with me, or not, your choice. I’d rather you be honest. I’ve always been honest with you and you keep lying to me.”

  Blinking slowly, I pointedly look away from his expectant gaze and sigh. “I’ve… I’ve never taken a bath with someone else before.”

  “Good,” he says, a smug smile on his face as he lifts me off the floor and lowers me into the water. Following me in, he pulls me down to sit between his parted thighs. “I want to steal all of your firsts from now on.”

  Bathing with him is weird. The water is nice and it’s the first time I’ve had the luxury of anything but a communal shower stall at a campsite in years, but I can’t relax with his still hard dick pressing into my back.

  “How are you still hard?” I blurt, wishing I could swallow the words back down.

  “Because you’re naked.”

  “Surely you’ve been around naked women before.”

  “I have, but knowing you’re my woman has my dick harder than it’s ever been. I want to be inside of you again, but I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m hard and I can’t see that changing unless you want to try anal? I can’t wait to take your ass, but that doesn’t feel like a day two activity.”

  My muscles all tense as one and I jump forward a full foot, before he grabs me and drags me back to him, laughing. “Don’t worry, honey, I won’t try to get into your ass today.”

  I want him to say ever, anal is a total no-go for me, not that I plan to be around long enough for him to get ideas.

  “I swear you think so loud you might as well have speech bubbles over your head. Calm down, we’ll need to build up to me fucking that sweet ass of yours, I promise not to just try and shove my dick in it,” he says, clearly amused.

  “No, no building up, you keep that monster away from my butt.”

  Chuckling, he wraps his arm around my waist and drags me back into his body, leaning down to press a kiss against my shoulder.

  “Your ass is safe… for now. Talk to me instead.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “I don’t care. Tell me about you, I want to know all t
he boring everyday things.”

  “Like what?” I ask, suddenly more uncomfortable than I was at us just being naked together.

  “Coffee or tea?”

  “Coffee but I don’t need it to live like some people.”

  “Cats or dogs.”

  “Dogs, cats are only apposable thumbs away from taking over the world.”

  I feel his laughter vibrate from beneath me. “Not a cat person then?”

  “No.”

  “Action movie or chick flick?”

  “Comedy.”

  “Night in or night out?”

  “In, I don’t really enjoy going out.”

  “Good, me neither,” he says sweetly, cupping water in his hands and scooping it over my breasts.

  He continues firing questions at me quickly, always nonsensical things that don’t really delve too deep into anything beyond cursory thoughts.

  “Country music or rock n roll?”

  “Both.”

  “McDonalds or Burger King?”

  “White Castle.”

  “Stay or go?”

  “Stay,” I answer, then immediately slap my hand across my mouth in an attempt to swallow back down my far too telling answer.

  I can’t want to stay.

  I don’t want to stay.

  Only I do.

  Until I met Granger and he showered me with all this attention and niceness, I was always planning what I’m doing and where I’m going next. My life is all about the next town, the next job, the next group of people to avoid. This is the first time in five years where the thought of staying somewhere is even remotely appealing.

  “Good,” he growls, turning my head and claiming my lips in an almost punishing kiss.

  I open my mouth to object, but his tongue invades and I’m lost to the sensation of his kiss, of his tongue caressing mine, of his hand gently holding my chin, of his grip keeping me grounded and centered… even though it’s him that’s setting me adrift.

  “Mine,” he rasps as he pulls back until he can stare into my eyes.