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

by Gemma Weir

  Her confession earlier seems to have lightened her a little, but I know that one conversation won’t break through years’ worth of barriers. I’ll get there eventually though, I have to. When the car pulls to a stop outside the house, I unclip her seatbelt, open the door and step out, before reaching in and offering my hand to help her out. She takes it after a moment’s reluctance, and the second she’s out of the car I lift her into my arms, carrying her bridle style into the house and toward our bedroom.

  I’ve enjoyed showing her off tonight, but now I want her to myself. My woman, in my arms in our bed. This is the start of forever with her and if this is how I’ll feel in a year, and ten years, I can’t wait for every day for the rest of my life.

  Silently, I lower her to the floor and start to strip her clothes, pulling off her hat and gloves, jacket, boots, then shirt, pants and underwear until she’s naked in front of me, her expression soft, like she can feel my need just to be close to her.

  I strip quickly, pulling her into my chest, loving the way her naked skin feels against mine. Lifting her, I carry her to the bed, pulling the covers back before climbing in and covering us both over again.

  “I’m so fucking glad you’re here. I didn’t realize a part of me was missing, until I saw you.”

  She tenses for a moment, then relaxes, melting into my chest as I hold her in my arms. My woman, my love, my world.

  The sun seems brighter, the air sweeter when I open my eyes and find Alice asleep on my chest, her blond hair spread over me like a halo. My dick is rock hard, but I ignore it, in favor of simply staring down at her.

  There’re a hundred dirty, filthy things I could do to her right now, but nothing feels more urgent than just enjoying this moment. I want to fuck her, claim her, watch her eyes roll as she comes around my dick. But all of that is secondary to this sense of ownership I feel having her pressed against me, vulnerable and naked in my arms.

  Alice is mine and I dare anyone to try and take her from me. I’m counting down the moments till I can put a ring on her finger and legally bind her to me, but in the meantime maybe keeping her naked and in our bed might be the most sensible option.

  She stirs and I still, stroking my fingers through her hair as she slowly wakes up, blinking sleepily up at me.

  “Morning beautiful.”

  “Hey,” she says, her voice raspy and filled with sleep. “What time is it?

  “I don’t know, sun’s up, so not too early.”

  “Oh.” Lifting her head from my chest, she starts to move and I clamp my hand down onto her ass and hold her in place.

  “Where you going?”

  “To pee.” She blushes.

  Giving her ass a quick squeeze, I let her go, watching as she debates taking the covers with her. “No point trying to hide, I’ve seen and licked almost all of you.” I chuckle.

  Her blush deepens but she heeds my words and makes a dash for the bathroom, still naked. Shuffling up the bed a little, I prop my back against the pillows and keep my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her to come out.

  The toilet flushes, then water starts to run and a minute later the door opens and she emerges. “Come here, honey,” I call, crooking my finger and beckoning her to me.

  Somewhat awkwardly, she rushes toward me, diving under the covers to hide her body. “Don’t get shy now. I got a seat right here for you,” I say, pushing the covers back and patting my thighs.

  “Shouldn’t we get up?”

  “Why?” I ask, raising my brows in questions.

  “Because…” she trails off, unsure what to say to win an argument she was never going to win.

  “I don’t have to work today and you go where I go, so no. I can’t think of a single more important thing we have to do than you bringing your beautiful self here and sitting in my lap.”

  Slowly she emerges from beneath the comforter, straddling my legs and sitting tentatively on my thighs. Grabbing her legs, I yank her further up so her pussy is mere inches from my hard dick that’s resting against my stomach waiting for his call to arms.

  Her expression startles for a moment, then she settles and looks up at me from beneath thick dark lashes. Reaching out, I stroke a finger over her nipple, watching as it pebbles beneath my touch. Pinching lightly, I move to the other, giving it the same treatment until her dark pink nipples are hard and begging for my touch.

  Leaning back against the pillows, I watch her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks unsurely.

  “I’m taking a minute to remember how much of a lucky bastard I am that you’re mine.”

  “I’m definitely no prize, trust me.”

  “You’re the greatest prize in the entire fucking world, honey, never fucking forget it and if I ever do, make sure you fucking remind me. I’ll never fucking deserve you, but I swear I’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to prove to you that I do.”

  15

  Alice

  As his words sink under my skin, I realize that he’s starting to make me believe all of this is true. That everything he’s said, promised, talked about could all be real.

  Could it?

  Since Serenity left, I’ve spent my time feeling like I understand why I repel people, why they all inevitably hate me and reject me. But in two short days, Granger is making me question everything I thought I knew.

  Is it possible that he’s the exception to the rule? Is he the one person who can tolerate me, who’s immune to my poison? Only his family don’t seem sick of me yet either. Bonnie and Cora have been nothing but sweet to me, his brothers kind and nice.

  Is it this house? This legacy that Granger seems to believe in so wholeheartedly. If I’m his, does that somehow counteract how the rest of the world sees me?

  We’ve had sex so many times in the last two days I’ve lost count. My body is sore and well used, but the moment he touches me I want him again, no matter how much my vagina protests. He’s sparked a sexual awakening I never thought was possible. In the years it’s been since the last time I had sex, I’d assumed I was A-sexual because there hasn’t been a single occasion where I was remotely attracted to anyone. But Granger is the exception to the rule, he’s the exception to all my rules.

  Granger’s hand cups my butt cheek, pulling away to slap it, leaving a sharp, not unpleasant heat in its wake. “I want to spank this ass, then fuck you from behind and come all over your pink, hot cheeks,” he growls, spanking me again. “I never thought that would turn me on, but it really fucking does.”

  “I,” I splutter.

  His laugh is warm and full of amusement. “You’re making me want to do all kinds of fucked up things to you, honey.”

  “I don’t know how I feel about you spanking me.”

  “If you hate it, we’ll stop.”

  “Now?” The word comes out on a high-pitched shriek.

  “No honey, not now. I know you’re sore, I’ll try to keep my dick to myself until tonight.”

  His cell phone beeps and he squeezes my butt cheek as he leans over and grabs it from the bedside table. Tapping at the screen, he smiles then taps some more, before his cell makes a swooshing noise and he starts tapping again.

  “Who is it?” I ask, then hate myself for asking. It’s not my place to question who’s texting him, if it is a text.

  “My brothers, we have a group chat,” he says easily, like me wanting to pry into his personal messages isn’t a problem.

  His cell swooshes again, then again and I try to roll away but he holds me to him, looking down at me with a quizzical glance. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing,” I lie. “I’m just gonna start the tub, I’m sticky.” Maybe he won’t hear the lie if it’s blended with some truth.

  “I can do it. You stay in bed.”

  “No, I need to pee too,” I say, rolling away from him to avoid his penetrating gaze.

  I’m half way to the bathroom door when his growling rumble stops me. “Alice.”

  I don’t want to turn a
round and look at him. I’m sure he’ll see the insecurity filling my eyes and I don’t want that. I don’t want to be toxic and pathetic to him.

  “Look at me, honey.”

  His voice is softer, but I can still hear the steel in his tone, and I slowly spin around with an exhale. I’m naked, and until this moment I hadn’t even noticed, but I do now, when I feel his eyes rake over my skin with a predatory gleam.

  “You need to see my cell?”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head quickly.

  “I don’t want lies and secrets between us. I’ve got nothing to hide, for you I’m an open book and I’m hoping that eventually you’ll offer me the same. I’m texting with my brothers, that’s all.”

  “It’s none of my business.”

  “I’m yours as much as you’re mine, so it’s completely your business.”

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I shake my head. “I don’t want to be like this. I’ll ruin everything, I always do.” I’m pathetic. The realization hits me like a freight train and I wilt beneath the truth. Two days, that’s all it took for me to become a needy, pathetic mess.

  His fingers wrap around my arms firmly as he pulls me to him, pressing my cheek against his warm, firm chest. “I won’t let you ruin us,” he purrs into my hair. “We all have our shit, honey, this is yours. Wanna know mine?”

  I nod, not lifting my face from where it’s pressed into him.

  “You make me feel.”

  His confession surprises me. So far, Granger is by far the most openly communicative person I’ve ever met.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Before you, I enjoyed women, but they were never mine. They came and went, I came and went, no commitment, no feelings, just simple. With you I want to own you, possess you, consume you. I don’t think I could let you go even if you begged.” His words are little more than rasps, but I hear them clearly.

  “Do you like it?” I ask, suddenly compelled to know if he enjoys feeling this way about me.

  “I fucking love it. Everything about this obsession I have for you feels right. You think you’re the toxic one, but I’m gonna drive you crazy. I’m jealous just thinking about someone other than me looking at you, I want to lock you in this room and never let you go. You’re mine and I’m not sure if that will make you trust me or drive you away but I can’t help myself, I couldn’t stop feeling this way even if I tried.”

  Shocked, I lift my face from his chest and look up into his stormy eyes, wondering if his gaze will be full of lies or sincerity. Nothing but open, lust filled honesty looks back at me.

  “You wanna read my messages, search through my cell, share a fucking toothbrush, I’m happy to do it, because I’m sure as shit gonna wanna know who’s texting you. I’m gonna want to know where you are, who you’re with and what you’re doing. You think you’re toxic, then I’m gonna feel like a nuclear explosion.”

  A giggle rises up my throat, bubbling out before I have a chance to swallow it back down again.

  “Oh, you think that’s funny?” He smiles.

  I nod.

  “You think me being insane for you is funny?”

  I nod again.

  His fingers find my sides and he tickles me. I shriek, wiggling away, but he grabs onto me tighter, torturing my sides as his fingers tickle up and down my ribs until I’m laughing and panting and dancing around in his hold, his hard dick pushed into my stomach. “Go pee, before I bend you over and fuck you,” he growls with a laugh, turning me in the direction of the bathroom and slapping me on the ass as he pushes me gently away.

  We bathe together and he pushes my hands away when I reach for the body wash, telling me he hates the idea of even me touching what belongs to him. Then he cleans every inch of my skin, then shampoos and conditions my hair before finally wrapping me in a white fluffy towel and carrying me back to the bed. The care and attention he’s showing me is addictive, he’s spoiling me with affection and I love it.

  “I need to get Cora to show me how to blow dry your hair,” he announces after her passes me some underwear, a pair of my soft lounge pants and one of his huge hoodies.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to be able to do it for you.”

  “Why?” I snicker

  “I want to look after you.”

  “So that means blow drying my hair?”

  “Obsessed,” he says with a smirk and a crazy gleam in his eyes.

  Smiling, far more pleased than I should be, I shake my head at him and get dressed, sniffing his hoodie as I pull it over my head, enjoying the way his scent surrounds me.

  “Come on, woman, I need to feed you,” he announces. “Jump on.”

  Turning around he motions for me to jump on his back and with a girlish giggle, I do, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. Then I let him carry me barefoot from his bedroom and out into the living room, so consumed by this man that I completely forget about the nine other occupants of the house.

  For some reason, I expect them to all come to a screeching stop and turn and stare at us, but instead they don’t even lift their heads from what they’re doing. Granger carries me over to the kitchen, depositing me on the counter. There’re two plates covered over with silver foil and Granger grabs them, lifting the foil and examining what’s beneath. “You good with waffles or you want something different?”

  “Waffles sounds good.”

  His smile is breathtaking when he looks up at me, and I feel all the air being sucked from my lungs as I take in how beautiful this man truly is. Dark ruffled hair, warm brown eyes that seem to see inside of me to the very core of my being. High, regal cheekbones and full lips. He’s perfect and if he wasn’t looking at me like I hung the moon, I’d probably feel too insignificant to be in his notice. But he is looking at me, he’s staring at me and smiling, and suddenly this feels okay and right and real.

  Leaning in, Granger presses a soft kiss to my lips before he pulls away and moves around the kitchen, warming up our waffles, pouring me both coffee and juice before he comes back to me, lifting me from the counter and lowering me onto one of the bar stools that sit beside a breakfast bar.

  “Do you want them drowning in syrup or drizzled?” he asks.

  “Drowning, but I can do it.”

  “Drowning it is.” Ignoring my protests, he liberally coats my waffles in syrup, doing the same to his own, then he cuts off a piece, skewering it with his fork and lifting it to my lips. I take it, chewing and swallowing as he takes a piece for himself, then cuts another for me, feeding me, like it’s the most normal thing in the world for a man to feed a full-grown woman.

  “Let me take care of you,” he whispers when the protests in my head grow too loud to keep at bay. I don’t know if I have an external tell that warned him I was getting anxious, or maybe he really is as in sync with me as he seems to believe he is, but his words do exactly what he intended and I calm down, my mind clearing as he feeds us alternating bites, until I’m stuffed.

  He finishes all of his own and what’s left on my plate and even lets me load the plates into the dishwasher, only growling at me once that I should let him do it. “Go get a jacket and we can drive down into town and box up the rest of your stuff from your RV.”

  “Do we need to do that now?” I protest, not wanting to go deal with my RV and the decision I need to make about what I’ll do when it’s fixed.

  “You wanna stay here and I can go do it?” he offers.

  “I just don’t see the point of me emptying it, I don’t need anything but my clothes at the minute.”

  Granger’s expression darkens. “I want your stuff here, in our room.”

  “Why is it so important that my nik-naks are here?”

  “Because this is where you live now, so you need to have your shit here,” he snarls, practically spitting the words out. “You can either come with me to get your stuff, or I can go and get it on my own. Your choice, but either way, your shit is moving in here today.”


  His anger is so unlike the Granger I’ve seen so far, I almost step back, but even though I barely know him, I know he’d never hurt me.

  “Granger.”

  “Alice, don’t start. We agreed you’d throw your worst at me and so far, I’ve seen nothing I can’t happily cope with for the rest of our fucking lives. I want you here, I need you here. I need to know you’re not half way out the door planning to run the moment I turn my back. Give me one good reason why we can’t go get your stuff and move it in here?”

  I try to think of one, or at least something other than the obvious we’ve only known each other for three days but absolutely nothing comes to mind, and for a moment I flounder, my lips parted to argue, but with nothing to say.

  “Exactly,” Granger says triumphantly. “Go get your boots and a jacket on and we’ll get going.”

  Thirty minutes later, I’m sitting in the passenger seat of Granger’s car, Teddy and Bay following behind us in a big truck to ‘haul my stuff’ back up to the house. I tried telling them I doubt I have even a box full of possessions, but they’re determined that everything be moved today.

  The large hand on my thigh squeezes and I look up at the man beside me. “You freaking out?”

  “A little. Don’t you think this is all a bit too soon?”

  “No. I’d have bought all your shit with you on Friday if I could have convinced you to pack that as well as your clothes.”

  “You’re insane,” I scoff, rolling my eyes at him.

  “Obsessed,” he says, smirking lustfully at me.

  My tension rises as we enter the small town, like the mountains have acted as a buffer from real life, but now we’re here, reality has slipped back in. Granger pulls into the garage, and Bay and Teddy park next to us, climbing out the truck and rolling up their sleeves as if they’ve forgotten I live in an RV not a mansion.

  “I’ll grab the keys from the office,” Bay says, unlocking the front door of the garage and disappearing inside.

  “Honey, you wanna get in and start sorting, then you can pass stuff back and I’ll pack it into a box?” Granger says, taking my hand.