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

by Gemma Weir

  His warm finger easily slides it down my arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake, then he rubs a knuckle over the front of my panties. “These are wet,” he says seriously. “I don’t want my pussy to get cold, let’s take these off.” Then I’m naked, while he’s fully dressed and all of my resolve from only minutes before, all those affirmations of why I need to leave, why this can’t happen, just fade away and try as I might, I can’t think of a single good reason why I would ever want to leave this man.

  “Come snuggle with me,” Granger orders, shedding his own clothes and dumping them in a pile on the floor until he’s naked, his dick hard again.

  “How are you still hard?”

  “You,” he says simply. “My dick knows you’re his and he wants to be inside of you.”

  “We’ve already had sex twice today.”

  “I know, but there’s still your mouth and your ass.”

  “My ass is out of the question,” I gasp, appalled.

  “Nothing on you is out of the question, honey. My dick is gonna be in your ass, not today, but soon.”

  I shake my head, but he just smiles. “Let’s play a game.”

  “What game?”

  “Lie down, on your stomach.”

  “Tell me what game first.”

  “I’m gonna make you come.”

  “You’ve already made me come, how is that a game.”

  “I’m gonna make you come by fingering your tight virgin ass.”

  “No,” I shriek, backing away.

  “If you run, I’ll chase, then it’ll be my dick in your ass, not my finger,” he warns with a chuckle.

  “You’re not putting anything in my ass, that’s non-negotiable.”

  “Wanna bet?” he smirks.

  “No. I don’t even want to talk about it.”

  “If you let me play with your ass and show you how much you’re gonna love my dick fucking it, I’ll pay for your RV to be repaired no matter how much the repairs cost.”

  My mouth falls open and I stare at him. “No.”

  “Honey, I promise, I’m gonna have you seeing stars and begging for me to fill your tight hole with my big dick, and you’ll get your RV repaired for free. It’s win, win.”

  “I won’t like it. Asses aren’t for that,” I say, shaking my head.

  “If you don’t like it, I’ll never bring it up again.” His finger draws a cross over his heart as he pouts.

  He’s closed the distance between us without me noticing, and he curls his arm around my waist holding me to him tightly. “Got you,” he whispers against my ear, his warm breath making me shudder.

  “I…”

  “Don’t think, just let me take over and I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good. All you have to do is lie down and let me take control.” Turning me in his arms, he urges me toward the bed. “Crawl on, lie with your cheek on the pillow.”

  I move, climbing onto the bed, placing my knee on the comforter. Why am I doing this? Is it because secretly the anal scenes I’ve read in my books have turned me on, or is it because the idea of giving up control to him is just too tempting to resist? I’ve been in charge of everything for the last five years and since he barged his way into my life yesterday, I’d forgotten what it’s like to have someone take care of me.

  He wants control and the truth is, I want to give it to him. I want to throw it at him and let him be in charge and not just of the sex, but everything. But I can’t. It’s too much and no one, not even Granger, should be expected to take on my burden. So this is the last time, I’ll give him this, maybe enjoy it, then I’ll take back my life and walk away, because he’s too perfect for someone as toxic as me.

  “Good girl,” he praises, and I feel the bed dip behind me as he follows, maneuvering me into the position he wants, my knees bent beneath me, my sex and ass open and on display for him. “I promise I’ll get to your ass in a minute, but I need a taste of your pussy first.”

  His tongue enters me as he fucks and licks and eats me until I’m squirming, swaying my ass from side to side, chanting his name and begging for something that I can’t even define. “You taste like you belong to me, Alice, it’s the sweetest taste in the fucking world.”

  His mouth leaves me for a minute and the mattress moves, then a drawer opens before he’s back, his lips finding my ass cheek, pressing a kiss then a nip to first one cheek then the next. A soft, teasing finger finds my clit, circling it, pinching it slightly, then backing off and dipping inside of me for a moment before moving back to my clit and starting the cycle all over again. Need distracts me until I hear the clicking of a bottle and feel the heat of his tongue, not on my sex, but instead on my ass.

  Gasping in shock, I clench my ass cheeks together and instinctively move away from his touch. His finger leaves my clit, grabbing my hip and pulling me back to him. “Stay still, let me play.”

  12

  Granger

  Her ass cheeks clench tight as she fights against the hold I have on her hips. I’m tempted to spank her again because she definitely likes that, but she’s so freaked out by the ass play I don’t want to scare her off. Instead, I lean forward and sink my teeth into the fleshy globe of her ass and bite down. She shrieks, but I use her distraction to press my lubed up finger against her tightly puckered rosebud and start to circle.

  She immediately freezes and I have to stifle a smile at her reaction. I want to fuck her ass, I want to watch my dick sink into her tight hole and know I own her completely, so I need to make sure she enjoys this. Now she’s still, I release her hip and move my hand back to her cunt, finding her clit with my thumb while I slide a finger back into her soaked sex.

  I’ve never come inside a woman before, but tasting both my release and her own arousal on her cunt is fucking intoxicating, and I know this won’t be the last time I eat her out after I’ve finished claiming her. With my thumb on her clit and my finger slowly fucking her pussy, she starts to relax and I slowly, gently start to play with her ass.

  The tight ring of muscles is a dark pink and the urge to rim her again takes over, so I lean in and press my tongue against her. She tenses for a moment and I press down on her clit, distracting her until she relaxes again. Pulling back, I circle her ass with my finger, not putting any pressure on her hole, just teasing her with the sensation. Her breathing increases and I smile, pressing a little more insistently over her opening with each pass while I decrease the pressure on her clit.

  My fingers are coated in lube, so I run a second finger over her hole, then push lightly against her, not forcing my way inside, but giving her a chance to get used to the way it feels.

  “That feels…” she pants.

  “Such a pretty little asshole, honey, so tight, I can’t wait to watch it stretch around my dick.” Pushing a little harder, the tip of my finger breaches her and I twist it around, coating the lube all inside of her as I slowly push my finger into her ass.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she chants.

  “That’s it, let me in, let me take care of you while I fuck this tight little ass with my fingers.” I’ve never been much for dirty talk, but with Alice, it’s like I know I need to coax her with my words as much as my touch. If I give her a chance to retreat, she will.

  She was barely alone for five minutes when we got back home earlier, and she’d already begun to hide back behind those walls of hers and started looking at RV sales. I won’t let her do that, and if that means I can’t allow her an ounce of breathing space, then that’s what I’ll do.

  Her breathing becomes ragged as I push my finger further into her, slowly retreating then sliding back in until it’s in her to the second knuckle and she’s unknowingly arching back into me, asking for more.

  Leaning down I tongue her clit, teasing her as I slowly start to work my finger in and out of her. She tenses at first and I increase my attention on her clit, distracting her while I get her used to having her ass stretched around my finger. Slowly pumping into her ass, I release my hold on her h
ip and slide a finger into her pussy. She’s so wet that no matter how she may try to deny it, it’s obvious she’s turned on by the ass play.

  “Oh god,” she says, her words muffled from where her face is buried in the pillows.

  Smiling, I drag my finger out of her ass, loving the moan of disappointment that falls from her lips. Coating my fingers in even more lube, I add a second finger and push them both against her tight hole, sinking my teeth into her flesh as her muscles relax and she allows me entrance.

  “It burns.” Her hips move from side to side in a half-hearted attempt to get away, but then she pushes back onto my hand, moaning wantonly as both fingers slide into her. “Oh god, it feels so…”

  “So what, honey?”

  “So wrong,” she pants.

  “Nothing about me being inside of you could ever be wrong,” I snarl, keeping up the pressure on her ass as my fingers slide all the way inside of her.

  “Oh fuck, oh god.”

  The words sound torn from her, but there’s no denying she’s enjoying having her ass fucked. “Do you want more?” I taunt.

  “Move, I need you to move.”

  “Do you want me to fuck your tight ass with my fingers?”

  She’s silent for a minute and I hold my breath, even as her hips move, her pussy clenching and unclenching around the single unsatisfying finger I still have buried inside of her.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Move your fingers.”

  “Ask me to fuck your ass, honey, beg me.”

  “Fuck my ass, Granger, please, please.”

  My eyes go hooded as I do what she begging for. Slowly I drag my fingers almost all the way out of her, scissoring and twisting as I do, coating her forbidden passage as I go. Then when only the tips of my fingers remain, I slowly force my way all the way back inside of her again. Again and again I move slowly, dragging out her pleasure even as she tries to take over, to force me harder, faster into her as she grinds her hips.

  “I’m so close,” she pants.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, god yes.”

  Her ass relaxes completely, even as her pussy clenches and I start to increase my pace, until I’m fucking her ass with earnest and she’s pushing back on me with every thrust. Pulling my finger from her pussy I slide it through her sopping folds until I find her clit, stroking it once, twice, never giving her enough friction to come, just overwhelming her with sensation. I curl my fingers inside of her and she detonates, her ass clenching around me so tightly I can barely move them as I fuck her through her orgasm until she slumps to the side, her body wrung out and exhausted.

  “How. That. Oh god,” she rambles deliriously.

  “I think I win,” I laugh, curling my body behind her, pushing my leg between hers and wrapping my arm across her waist.

  Her body is lax and I can tell she’s on the verge of sleep. If I didn’t have to clean her up, I wouldn’t move, but I force myself away from her and head to the bathroom. Washing my hands, I soak a washcloth with warm water then head back to her. She tenses as I clean the lube from her ass and pussy, enjoying the way she’s allowing me to take care of her. Throwing the cloth toward the hamper, I peel back the covers and then drag her beneath them, pulling her into my body again and loving the way she seems to fit so perfectly.

  “You cleaned me up. I could have taken care of it.”

  “I like taking care of you. I want to look after you, no fucking clue why, I’ve never felt like this before,” I confess.

  “I can look after myself.” Her body tenses completely and I wonder why being cared for is such an issue for her.

  “We’re all capable of looking after ourselves, Alice, but that doesn’t mean we have to choose to. You’re mine and I take that fucking seriously. Too seriously if I’m honest. From the moment I saw you leaning up against your RV, I’ve had this desire to take away everything that could harm you, hurt you or make you sad. I want to give you the fucking world, I want to do every little thing for you.”

  “That’s because you’re a nice person.” She sighs wearily.

  “If you were anyone but you maybe. But this need I have isn’t generous.” Inhaling deeply, I prepare myself for the confession that may make her want to run twice as far and twice as quickly. “With you, all I feel is selfish. I want to own you, to keep you. I want you to need me the way I need you. But more than that, I want you to be dependent on me. I want your happiness, your pleasure, your joy to all be linked to me.”

  I wait for her to pull away from me, to tell me I’m sick, that I’m a freak, a psycho because that’s how I feel. But the hatred, the fear and repulsion never comes.

  “Be careful what you wish for,” she whispers shakily.

  “Having you, all of you, every single bit, is more than a wish come true, you’re a compulsion that I don’t plan to fight.” I pause. “I don’t think I could let you go now even if I tried.”

  Neither of us speaks, but she doesn’t try to pull away, or maybe my hold on her is just so tight she can’t move even if she wants to. Confessing that to her has shed a weight from my shoulders, but I know how I’m feeling about her isn’t normal. I’ve never wanted to control a woman; I’ve never cared enough to even make regular plans. But Alice isn’t just any woman, she’s mine.

  “My sister left because I relied on her so much, she was more like a mom than a sibling.”

  Alice’s voice feels loud in the silence of the room, but her words shock me. She’s volunteering information about herself and I don’t want to miss out on the chance to learn something about her.

  Releasing my death grip around her waist, I move, then roll her to face me, holding her again, only now I can see her as she speaks.

  “I thought you lived with your mom?”

  “We did. After we left our grandparents house, we moved to Florida to live with my mom’s new boyfriend who was a long-distance truck driver. She was worried he’d stray while he was on the road, so most of the time she went with him.”

  “Who looked after you?”

  “No one. We stayed in the trailer he lived in and Serenity took care of us.”

  “How old were you?” I ask cautiously.

  “I was eight, Serenity was thirteen.”

  “No one ever reported it to the authorities? Two kids living alone in a trailer?” I can feel my anger rising, fury at two small kids being left to fend for themselves while their mother chased after a guy.

  “There was an old lady who lived in the trailer near ours, she figured out pretty quickly we were alone, so she kept an eye on us. But the trailer park we lived in, we weren’t the only kids who looked after themselves.”

  “How long did you live in Florida for?”

  “Not that long, Mom moved from guy to guy and we went too. Most of them she’d met on the road somewhere or other. Truck drivers, sales reps, the kind of guys who spend more time away from home than not. She married Bob when I was thirteen, Serenity was eighteen and in her senior year of high school.”

  “What’s he like?”

  “Who, Bob? He’s okay. He loves my mom, doesn’t cheat on her, or hit her. He never wanted kids of his own, so he was glad that we were teenagers and self-sufficient when we moved in.”

  “You said your sister went into the army as soon as she graduated high school, so that must have been right after your mom married this guy?” The jigsaw pieces of her life that I’ve managed to glean so far all start to fit together with just this little bit of information she’s told me so far. I hate her mom already, what parent leaves her kids to go chase after a guy? Is this why Alice is so against being here, why she’s fighting to not get involved with my family?

  “She left four months after they got married. I understand why she had to leave. I wasn’t her child, but she was basically my mom. She booked my dentists appointments, made my lunch, bought my clothes, cut my hair. She took care of me and I let her, because she’d always done it and
I had no idea how awful that must have been for her.”

  The guilt in her voice is so evident I want to kiss her to stop her from talking about something that causes her so much pain. But I need to know, I need to know what’s caused all her walls and how I can destroy them completely. “I’m sure she didn’t think it was awful.”

  “She did. I ruined her life. I took away her childhood and I didn’t even realize. She was my fixer, I laid all my problems at her feet and just expected her to take care of them. I was so selfish, so thoughtless, I never even considered that she had her own life and her own problems. I took advantage of her and the things she did for me and I don’t blame her for running from me at the first chance she had.”

  “You were a child.”

  “So was she. I took advantage of the sweet, giving, caring person my sister is and I’ll never forgive myself for it. When she left, I took a long hard look at myself and my life and I realized I didn’t just take advantage of my sister, but I did it to everyone around me. I’m toxic. I infect everyone who gets too close to me. I use them, I take advantage, I suck the life out of people because that’s just who I am. I know you think I’m this fated person that’s meant to be yours, but I’m not, and even if I was, I’ll only end up doing to you what I do to everyone else. I’ll drag all the good out of you until you can’t stand to be around me. I Know who I am and I won’t do to you what I did to my sister, I won’t sit back and watch while all the want you feel for me drains to nothing but hatred and resentment.”

  My mouth falls open and I stare at her in shock. Surely she doesn’t really think that about herself. She can’t really believe she’s toxic. “Alice.”