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

by Gemma Weir

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  20

  Granger

  I’m the king of the mother fucking world!

  The luckiest bastard that ever lived.

  Hashtag fucking blessed.

  Alice. My wife. My motherfucking wife, is naked, asleep and covered in my cum beside me, her blonde waterfall of hair a tangled mess strewn across the pillows, her kiss and blowjob swollen lips, parted slight in her sleep.

  I’ve fucked her twice more since the first time. Once with her legs wrapped around my neck, the second bent over the end of the bed with my thumb in her ass while she screamed so loud she went hoarse. My wife. Fuck I love saying it, thinking it. My wife is fucking perfect.

  I expected her to argue, maybe to even run, but instead she said yes and then confessed that she loved me. This woman is my fucking world and I’m not sure how I even got through each day without her.

  Maybe this need I have for her will settle, but right now that doesn’t seem likely. Even letting her go to the bathroom seems like too much space between us. Fuck knows how Beau and Huck cope with Bonnie and Cora working, there’s no way I can let Alice work away from me for hours on end, I’d lose my mind. No, she needs to be with me, all the time.

  I’m married. The thought doesn’t evoke the panic I expect, because Alice is my wife, not some random, faceless woman. Now I have the ring on her finger, I just need to put a baby in her belly and I’m pretty sure I’ll be the happiest man alive.

  If I could just get Alice’s sister to stop calling me, everything would be perfect. Contacting her was a mistake, there’s a reason she’s not in Alice’s life and instead of letting my anger with her family overtake my thoughts, I should have considered what exactly would happen.

  I assumed Serenity would have no interest in her sister, and given they’ve had practically zero contact in the last ten years, that made sense. But now her sister won’t stop calling and I’m worried that I’ve opened a fucking can of worms that should have stayed shut.

  Admitting that I don’t want her to have contact with her family makes me sound like an asshole, but maybe that’s what I am, because I refuse to share her with anyone else, it’s bad enough that my family all want to claim her as sister. Apparently I’m not the type of man who knows how to share when it comes to the most important thing in my life.

  Her sister is a potential threat to me. Serenity was Alice’s surrogate mother most of their childhood, if she tells her sister that she should leave me, would she? The fact that I’m not sure is the reason why I’m awake and stressing out, instead of asleep curled around my beautiful wife.

  My cell buzzes for the second time today and I know without looking it’ll be Serenity again. I consider blocking her number, but I’m worried that if I do that, she’ll start lighting up Alice’s cell instead and right now, I really don’t want them to talk before I figure out how to tell Alice that I got in touch with her estranged sister behind her back.

  Alice might be submissive and willing to let me be firmly in control of our lives, but I worry that dredging up a painful past for her might ruin what we’re building here. I can’t allow that, won’t allow that. She has me now and a crazy house full of siblings, her sister hasn’t been there for her for years, she picked herself over her kid sister. That was her choice, but I refuse to let her try to sabotage mine and Alice’s happiness.

  Pressing the red button, I send Serenity to voicemail again, but she hasn’t left any messages so far. Alice stirs beside me and all of my attention immediately goes to her, my cell and Serenity all but forgotten in favor of my beautiful naked wife.

  “Hey,” she says sleepily.

  “Hey honey, you hungry?”

  She shakes her head, her tongue bobbing out and wetting her full bottom lip. Unable to resist I run the pad of my thumb over it, going from side to side. “Your lips are swollen,” I smile.

  “Wonder why?” she smiles, her eyes still closed as she reaches out across the bed until she’s touching me.

  “I like it. Maybe everyday should start with you sitting on my face, then you on your knees with my dick in your mouth.”

  “You’re so dirty.”

  “That’s not dirty, honey. If I was being dirty, I’d say that each morning should start with me fucking your face, then sinking my dick into your tight ass and filling you with so much of my cum it’s dripping out of you for the rest of the day.”

  Her eyes snap open and her lips part on a shocked gasp before she snaps them shut again.

  Chuckling, I use my thumb to part her lips, pushing the tip between her teeth until it’s resting on her tongue. “You look horrified, but I don’t think you’re as appalled by that idea as you’re pretending to be.”

  She tries to look suitably upset, but I can see the amusement in her eyes. “I see how it is. You marry me, lulling me into a false sense of security, and now I’m your wife you show me how much of a sexual deviant you are.”

  “Only for you, wife, I was purely vanilla until I saw you then all my deviant tendencies surged to the surface. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life doing dirty, dirty things to you.”

  Her giggle is pure music to my ears and I can’t help myself, I pounce on her, flipping her to her stomach and smacking her ass, before my dick finds her hot, wet entrance and fills her in one deep thrust.

  I can’t get enough of my wife and it turns out, I don’t want to try.

  The next week is pure bliss. Alice and I fall into a routine of spending every moment of our days together and I’ve never been fucking happier. I know to some people the way I insist she come with me to work, the way I refuse to let her out of my sight might seem odd, possessive and stifling, but it doesn’t feel that way to us.

  I like Alice with me all the time and when she’s with me, her brain never has a chance to spin, feeding her toxic thoughts. It works for us and that’s all that matters. Her RV is still down at Bay and Penn’s shop, still broken, the repair forgotten. I plan to sell it eventually, but for now I’m content that she hasn’t mentioned it since before we got married.

  Her life revolves around me now and I fucking love it. We wake up together, bathe together, eat together, work together, we’re co-dependent to the extreme and I’ve never been fucking happier. She says she has her own money, but I never let her spend any of it. She could have millions in the bank, but I don’t give a fuck, she’s my wife and anything she wants or needs, I’ll be the one paying for it.

  It’s perverse, but I need her to need me almost as much as she needs me to be the one to take the lead in our marriage. She looks to me for everything and even though it may seem fucked up to outsiders looking in, it’s what keeps us both sane.

  My family adore her, especially now she’s started to come out of her shell around them. It’ll take her time to truly understand that she isn’t a bad person, that she doesn’t have a trace of poison in her, but I know she’ll get there eventually and she’s already a thousand times calmer and more settled since we defined our relationship and what we both need from the other.

  I want to be her world and she needs me to be her anchor, we sink or swim together.

  Beau is still trying to get her to go and work for him, but her eyes widened with panic when he suggested it at dinner last night. Afterward she spent the night withdrawn and silent, until I stripped her naked and consumed her mind with pleasure, pushing away all of the negative thoughts.

  Her fucking sister stopped calling the day after the wedding and I’m grateful, contacting her was a mistake. We don’t need her in our lives, all Alice and I need is each other and the family I desperately want to start with her.

  I hate that fucking implant in her arm, but I can’t figure out how to get it out without her agreeing to it. It’s not like I can fuck her into exhaustion, then remove it, it needs a doctor’s office and minor surgery to get the godforsaken thing out.

  Every day I tell her I love her, that I want her, need
her. That I own her and want to see her belly swollen with my kid, but I can tell from her indulgent smile that she isn’t taking me seriously. I’ve registered her with our local doctor’s office and arranged an appointment to have it removed next week, I just haven’t told her about it yet.

  “You okay, honey? You’re quiet this morning,” I say when I pull my car to stop outside my workshop.

  “Just tired,” she says around a yawn.

  “I’ll get the heat cranked up and you can go take a nap.”

  “Okay,” she yawns again.

  When my furniture business started to take off, I contemplated renting a work space, but paying rent seemed like a waste of money, so when I saw this old mill come up for sale, I decided it made more sense to buy. It was crumbling when I got it for a song, but it didn’t take long for me and my brothers to get the place fixed up and made into the perfect workspace for me.

  Unlocking the door, I push it wide and Alice steps into the main workshop, full of my tools and benches full of pieces of furniture at various states of completion. Behind the shop is an enclosed booth that I use to varnish and lacquer, and a storage space where I store all my completed pieces. On the first floor is a kitchen, a small bedroom I use when I need some space, or if I’m working long hours to finish a piece, and my office. The ceilings are high, with the center of the workshop being double height, the upstairs rooms accessible by a walkway that circles the perimeter.

  Most of the time when I’m working, Alice keeps me company, helping out if she’s bored. At her request, she tidied my office and organized my piles of paperwork. Mainly she’s just here because that’s where we both want her to be.

  Following her in, I close the doors behind me to keep out the cold, crisp winter air, and turn the heating on at the control on the wall. I never let it get too cold in here, so the frost doesn’t get a chance to affect the wood, but I’ve been turning it up higher since Alice started coming in with me every day.

  “I’ll go turn the coffee machine on,” she says, climbing the stairs up to the kitchen as I turn on all my machines, getting ready to work.

  I hear her footsteps come back down the stairs and she stops beside me. She’s still hesitant to be the one to initiate touch between us, even though I’ve told her a thousand times that I’d have her in my arms permanently if I could. “Come here, honey,” I croon, opening my arms. She walks straight into them, burying her face in my chest as I wrap my arms tightly around her.

  “I’m so tired. You need to let me get some sleep tonight.”

  “I can’t help it, I need you.”

  “You woke me up three times last night, Granger.”

  “My dick needed to be inside you,” I snap, a little annoyed that she’s making it sound like me fucking her is an inconvenience.

  “Well tonight my pussy is off limits after 9pm. I need to sleep.”

  Grabbing her ass, I haul her up my body, lifting her off the floor, my hands supporting her weight. “Then maybe after that I’ll take your ass instead. That belongs to me too and I’ve only had my fingers and tongue in there, it’s about time my dick claimed you there too.”

  She stiffens, but doesn’t try to pull away.

  “Do you want my hard dick in your ass, honey? Do you want me to own all of your holes? Because the thought of your ass spread tight around my cock makes me want to strip you naked right this minute.”

  “It’ll hurt, you’re too big.”

  “It’ll fit just fine, your body was made for me and I’ll stretch you out good first, until you’re begging for me to fuck you.”

  I’m slowly grinding her against the hardness in my pants as I let my words settle over her. She loves it when I talk dirty to her, and I love telling her all the depraved things I plan to do to her body. “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass, Alice.”

  “Granger.”

  “Nuh huh. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “How baby, how do you want me to fuck you?”

  Her hips roll against me, her eyes half lidded as she dips her tongue out and licks her lips.

  “Tell me,” I say more forcefully.

  “I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to own every part of me.” Her words are breathy and a little desperate, but I hear her and a sadist smile weaves its way across my lips. This woman is fucking perfect in every way.

  “Tonight honey, I promise, you’re gonna scream so fucking hard as your ass rides my dick. But first you need to come, then you need to take a nap.”

  “No, now,” she protests, lost to the lust I’ve built up in her.

  “Now you get my fingers, later you get my dick.” Releasing her with one hand, I slide it between us, pushing it beneath her jeans and panties, to her cunt that’s wet and slick after my dirty teasing. Pushing three fingers into her cunt, I grip her ass tight with my free hand, holding her to me as I quickly fuck her pussy, thrusting my fingers in and out of her as she lets her head rest against my shoulder, her hips baring down on me as she chases her release.

  Her body is like my playground and I already know just how to make her come fast and how to drag it out, keeping her on the edge until I want her to fall. Right now, I want to feel her cunt tighten around my fingers, a shock and awe orgasm, guaranteed to leave her drained and ready to sleep. Scissoring my fingers, I curl the tips, finding her g-spot and rubbing at it with each thrust, until the rhythm of her hips becomes erratic and I feel her teeth clamp down on my shoulder as she stifles the sounds of her pleasure and comes around my hand, gripping me tightly as she wrings every ounce of pleasure from the orgasm I just gave her.

  When she settles, her breath puffing out of her in a ragged exhale, I slowly pull my fingers free, lifting them to my lips to taste her release on my skin as I carry her spent body upstairs to the bedroom. Sitting her down on the edge of the bed, I unfasten her jacket, pulling it from her arms. Unbuttoning her jeans, I drag them down her legs, leaving her in one of my thick knit sweaters and her damp panties.

  “Sleep,” I tell her, kissing her hard and fast before I hold up the covers and wait for her to climb beneath them. Covering her over, I fight the urge to climb in with her, but if I do she won’t be getting any sleep, my need for her body too great to resist.

  “Leave the door open,” she says sleepily, her eyes already closed.

  “I’m right down stairs. Love you.”

  “Love you.”

  Leaving her, I walk to my office and plug my cell into the docking port on my desk, setting my music to play quietly on the speakers downstairs, then I pause at the bedroom door, she’s asleep already.

  Three hours later, she’s still asleep and I feel like an asshole for waking her so many times during the night. I need to take better care of her and allowing her to be exhausted just because my dick is constantly hard for her, isn’t good enough. I need to do better.

  My cell starts to ring through the speakers, but I’m in the middle of gluing legs onto the chair I’m working on, so whoever is calling me will have to wait.

  “Granger, your cell’s ringing,” a sleepy Alice says, walking out of the bedroom half dressed and rumpled from her nap.

  “Can you answer it, honey? I can’t let this go right now.” I gesture down to the chair leg I’m holding in place.

  She nods and pads to the office.

  “Hello?” her voice comes through the speakers.

  “Alice.”

  That voice, so alike Alice’s, but not at the same time.

  “Serenity?”

  “Hey Alice.”

  The speaker suddenly goes silent and my eyes move to where Alice is walking out of my office my cell clutched to her ear, her eyes wide and full of horror and betrayal as she listens to her sister on the other end of the cell.

  For the first time since she became mine, Alice turns away from me, walks back into the bedroom and closes the door behind her. Choosing to put distance between us, choosing to block me out.

  21

/>   Alice

  “Serenity, what’s going on, why do you have Granger’s number?”

  “He called me last week, who is this guy?”

  “What? He called you? Why?” I don’t understand what’s going on, why would Granger call my sister? How did he even get her number?

  “He called wanting to know why I left. Where are you? What’s this guy’s deal?”

  “I don’t know why he did that. I’m sorry he bothered you, I’ll make sure he doesn’t contact you again,” I say, my voice sounding robotic even to my own ears.

  “Alice.” Serenity’s voice evokes emotions that I’d rather not deal with. She left and I understand why, I don’t even blame her, but being here with Granger I’d forgotten why I live the way I live, why I keep myself distanced from people and from hearing that tone in her voice. The tone that’s so familiar from my childhood. The way she’d say my name before she stepped in and cleaned up whatever mess I’d made or problem I’d caused makes me flinch. “I’m fine. I’m sorry he got in touch. Take care.”

  “Alice.” She calls my name but I’m already ending the call and lowering Granger’s cell to my lap. My fingers move across the screen and I delete the call history, noticing that she’s tried to call him more than once, then I delete her number from his contacts.

  Why would he do this? Why would he contact her, maybe he’s sick of me already, maybe he was hoping she’d swoop in and take me off his hands, rescue me like she did when we were kids.

  The door flies open, hitting the wall behind it with so much force that it bounces off the exposed brick and swings back, almost hitting Granger as he storms into the room, his chest heaving, his face a mixture of worry and anger.

  “Why the fuck did you shut the door? What did she say to you?” he demands.