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

by Gemma Weir

  Turning away from my reflection, I find Cora, leaning against the doorframe, smiling sweetly at me.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For helping me, doing my hair and makeup, everything.”

  She waves a hand. “I love this stuff, helping make people feel beautiful is my favourite part of my job. Making my new sister feel beautiful is even better,” she winks. “Dinner tomorrow. We have to keep the Barnett boys on their toes, and reminding them we have lives beyond them is a big part of that.”

  “Granger wants to take me and pick me up and he made me promise I won’t end up liking you and Bonnie more than him,” I say a little sheepishly.

  Cora laughs. “Huck’s insisting him, Beau and Granger come too. I told him that they could go have a drink at Barney’s while we have dinner. They’re all the same, all insecure cavemen.” She lowers her voice and leans forward slightly. “I think maybe that’s part of what we love about them, but don’t ever admit it, or they’ll play up how much they need us and we’ll never get to leave the house without them again.”

  Walking forward, she loops her arm through mine and leads me back into the bedroom, opening the closet, finding the boots and handing them to me, then opening the door and motioning for me to follow. “Let’s go show that man of yours how hot you look. Best to do it out in the open or you won’t end up going on that date,” she giggles.

  Before he handed me over to Cora, Granger changed into jeans and button down, but seeing him now, sitting on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, chatting to a brother that is either Penn or Cody, I notice again how beautiful he is.

  The navy-blue button-down shirt is stretched taut over the muscles in his arms, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows as if he can only stand to be so formal and having the cuffs done up was just a step too far. His jeans are fitted in all the best places, showcasing his huge thighs, but his dark brown boots are worn and rugged. His hair has been styled into a disheveled mess, that somehow makes him look even more rakish and feral than he does when we’re naked and sweaty and his hair is a mess from where I’ve grabbed it with my fingers while he’s fucked me into a screaming mess.

  A sigh of pure feminine appreciation falls from my lips and as if he can sense me swooning over him, he turns and looks at me, his dark eyes swirling with want and need and something else that I can’t quite identify.

  Rising predatorially from his stool, he prowls toward me and my core clenches and tightens, eager to be hunted, caught and claimed.

  “Fuck, honey, you look…” He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth as his eyes rake over me, taking in the dress that clings to the few curves I have, and the boots that make my legs feel thinner and longer at the same time. “Fuck.”

  I’m pressed against his chest, his palm on my back, dragging me into him so I can feel the hard length of his dick pressed into my stomach.

  “We need to go, else I’m gonna rip those pantyhose off you where they’re hiding my pussy from me, bend you over and fuck you right here, right now. You look fucking delicious, honey, and I want to eat you all up.”

  A shudder runs through me and I swear, if he wasn’t holding me up, my legs would buckle. Half carrying me, half cuddling me, he leads me toward the door, ignoring all of the catcalling and comments from his family as he ushers me outside and into his car.

  His hand stays on my thigh the entire drive down into town, his thumb rubbing small circles, not touching me in an intimate way, just the warmth of his palm heating me. Parking in a side street, he kills the engine, then turns. “Wait, I’ll get your door.”

  A moment later, he opens my door, leans into the car and unclips my seat belt before taking my hand and helping me out. I’m more than capable of getting out alone, but there’s something proprietary about the way he’s treating me that makes my core tighten in appreciation.

  Not releasing my hand, he locks his car and then leads me down the street toward a restaurant with large glass windows and a low warm light emanating from inside. Holding the door open for me, he releases my hand, only to immediately place his hand at the base of my spine to guide me into the building.

  A hostess steps forward with a warm smile. “Good evening, Granger, this must be your girlfriend. I’m Claudia, it’s so nice to meet you.”

  “Hi Claudia, this is Alice, we have a table for two booked,” Granger says, stepping as close as he can get behind me.”

  “You surely do, follow me and I’ll show you to your table and get you set up with some drinks,” Claudia says cheerfully.

  She shows us to a table for two in the window, a flickering candle in a small hurricane lamp lights the space, giving it a secluded, private feel even in the middle of the busy restaurant. “What can I get y’all to drink?”

  “I’ll get a beer please, Alice?”

  “White wine please,” I say quietly.

  “Did you like the wine you were drinking earlier?” Granger asks, all of his attention on me.

  I nod.

  “A bottle of pinot grigio please.”

  Claudia nods, hands us both menus, then fills our water glasses before she turns and blends into the hustle of the restaurant.

  I’m silent for a minute, taking in the ambiance of the room, the candle light making it feel private, like we’re the only people in the entire world. “I’m a lucky bastard,” Granger smiles, reaching over and taking my hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re mine.”

  Rolling my eyes, I try to hide my smile, at some point since we met, his insistence that I belong to him has gone from an outrageous claim to an affectionate gesture and even though I won’t admit it, I like it when he goes all caveman. “I don’t remember the last time I went on a date, it’s been years.”

  “I’m glad you don’t remember, thinking about some asshole taking you out thinking you were his, makes me want to hunt him down and kill him,” Granger growls.

  “When was the last time you went on a date? Should I be the one on the hunt instead?”

  “I’ve never really dated, not like this.”

  “I know you haven’t been a monk, so you must have dated.”

  “I’ve fucked women, but sharing a bed to sate a need isn’t comparable to what we have. You’re the stars in the sky, those women were the earthworms in the soil, you know they exist but you forget about them a moment later. You’re the fucking stars, Alice, meant to be stared at, admired, coveted.”

  My lips fall apart and I laugh. “That’s kind of poetic for a caveman,” I tease.

  “I can drag you back to my cave by your hair and beat my chest to warn off all the other cavemen who might want to steal you for themselves, if that’s better?”

  Flushing red, heat fills my cheeks and he chuckles, kissing my hand again as Claudia reappears with our drinks. The rest of the evening passes in a daze. Granger is the perfect gentleman, the food is delicious and by the time we get back to the car, I’m relaxed and a little tipsy.

  On the way to the drive-in movie, Granger’s cell starts to buzz in his pocket and he pulls it out, glances at the screen, then silences it and shoves it back into his pocket again. “Work,” he says with a shrug, and I forget about the call as we pull into the small outdoor theatre and park next to one of the rows of speakers.

  “What film are we watching?” I ask.

  “No clue, they don’t advertise the film, everyone just turns up and watches whatever’s playing,” Granger tells me, pressing the button to lean back first my seat, then his. “We should have bought Huck’s car, that’s got bench seats.”

  “There’s people on either side of us,” I chide.

  “So, they can’t see.”

  “They can too,” I argue.

  “Good job I thought to bring a blanket then.” Leaning into the backseat, he pulls out a massive fleece blanket and proceeds to cover both of us with it. “Take off your pantyhose and panties.�
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  “No.”

  “Honey, do as you’re told.”

  My cheeks are burning as I glance out the widows at the truck parked on one side and the station wagon on the other.

  “I won’t let them see. Take them off, then give me your panties,” he orders.

  Shuffling around, I kick off my boots, then wiggle to free myself of the pantyhose and then my panties, before lifting my knees up and grabbing my panties from around my ankles. Gripping them tightly in my hand, I free them from the blanket and drop them into his waiting palm.

  Smiling wickedly, he works them in his fingers, then lifts them to his face and inhales. “They’re wet, I can smell your desire. Are you wet for me, honey?”

  I nod, unable to find the words to agree.

  “Lift your knees, rest your heels on the seat, but make sure the blanket’s still covering you.”

  Doing as he says, I hold the blanket around me while I part my legs and plant my bare feet onto the cool leather. The film starts, the sound startling me, but I’m not paying any attention to what’s happening on the screen, my entire focus is on the wetness pooling between my thighs as I wait for him to touch me.

  When his fingers finally find my core, I startle, jumping as he caresses me, stroking his fingertips through the wetness, spreading it over my clit and lips, then down to my ass, coating me in my own arousal.

  He doesn’t speak as he dips a single finger into me, slowly fucking me with it.

  “More,” I pant.

  Amusement tips at the corner of his mouth, but he slides a second finger into me, teasing me with the slow glide, in and out, never getting faster, or deeper, never touching my clit like I need him to.

  Frustrated, I push my hand beneath the covers and find my clit, rubbing at it in earnest.

  “Stop. I didn’t say you could touch my pussy, hold onto the door with one hand and the seat with the other, if they move, I’ll stop and leave you like this till we get home and I fuck you.”

  “Granger,” I snap, annoyed.

  “I’m serious, Alice,” he growls, pulling his fingers from inside of me as if to punctuate his point. “This pussy belongs to me and I want to play with it, get your hands on the door and seat. Now.”

  Glaring at him, I grip the door handle with one hand and squeeze the other around the edge of the seat. “Good girl,” he praises smugly, then shoves his two fingers deep inside of me in one thrust and start to fuck me roughly. “See what happens when you do as you’re told.”

  “Oh god,” I gasp.

  “God’s got nothing to do with it, this is all me,” he boasts, curling his finger and finding that spot inside of me that sends stars to my eyes and pulses of building pleasure through my core.

  A third finger slowly fills me and I lift my butt from the seat, struggling to take it as he stretches me wide.

  “Relax,” he croons, “My dick’s bigger than this and your pussy swallows it so fucking perfectly. I want to take you hard tonight and I don’t want to hurt you, so I need this cunt to be weeping and ready for me.”

  By the time he’s fucking me with all three fingers, I feel stretched, but it’s not painful and an orgasm is quickly growing inside of me, ready to splinter out and explode, then he slows, letting the pleasure ebb.

  “Granger,” I whine.

  “Don’t worry, honey.” Slowly, he plays with my sex, keeping me on the verge of an orgasm as he teases, fucks and taunts until I’m a writhing mess of need, wiggling into his touch, begging him to make me come, to push me over the edge.

  I haven’t watched any of the film, it’s nothing more than background noise. How can I focus on anything else when all I can feel is him, all I can smell is my own arousal and all I can taste is the lingering sweetness of his kisses on my lips?

  “Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer,” he hisses and the car bursts to life as he steers one handed, his fingers still buried deep inside of me. “Come on my fingers, honey, I want you to gush all over my hand.”

  I don’t know what he does, but a second later, all of the built up orgasms he’s stolen from me in the last hour explode in one cacophony of sensation, and I come and come and come. When my vision finally returns, we’re pulling into the drive for his house and his hand is still slowly playing with my sex.

  He doesn’t speak, his lips pursed into a firm, hard line as he kills the engine, throws open his door and stomps around to me. Grabbing me, he unclips my seatbelt and lifts me from the car, keeping the blanket over my bare legs as he carries me to the house, only pausing long enough to close and lock his door.

  My back hits his bed a second later and his tongue finds my clit, eating me with a fervor he’s never shown before. Three fingers plunge back into me and I feel a pressure rising as he licks and fucks and eats, and this time when I come, my back arches from the bed and I scream and… pee?

  Oh my god, liquid gushes from me and I think I peed. Oh fuck, I peed on him. I peed on Granger.

  My body stills and I go ramrod straight, mortified that I just peed when I came. “I… I… am so sorry,” I stammer.

  “What?”

  “I just” I can’t bring myself to say the word, to admit what just happened.

  “Honey, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

  “What?” I shriek. “I peed.”

  “No baby, you squirted.”

  “I what?”

  “You squirted, honey.”

  “I don’t know what that means,” I say, mortified, trying to pull my legs away from him, despite his firm grip on me.

  “It’s female ejaculation, honey, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”

  “So I didn’t pee? It felt like I was peeing.”

  “No, you didn’t pee. You squirted.”

  “And that’s good?” I say cautiously.

  “So fucking good. Did it feel good?”

  “Yes, until I thought I peed on you.”

  Leaning down, he runs his tongue over the wetness coating my pussy, thighs and ass and hums appreciatively. “I want to try and make you squirt again, but my dick is so fucking hard I’m pretty sure if I don’t get inside of you my dick is going to explode.”

  Standing, he quickly strips out of his clothes, until he’s naked and I’m still spreadeagled on the bed, the sheets soaking wet beneath me. “Come here, honey,” he beckons, offering his hand for me to take.

  Helping me stand, he drags the comforter off the bed and dumps it on the floor, pulling my dress up and over my head and disposing of my bra until I’m just as naked as he is. “Perfect,” he whispers reverently. Sitting down on the end of the bed, he turns me so my back is to him, then guides me back, spreading his legs with mine as he fists his cock with one hand and drags me back with the other, slowly impaling me onto his hard dick until I’m spread wide over his thighs and stuffed full of his dick.

  “Fuck,” he groans. Slowly lifting me on and off his dick, thrusting his hips up and filling me completely with each movement.

  In this position I can’t do anything but hold on as he fucks me on and off his cock, helpless but to take whatever he wants to give me. Suddenly he lifts me off his dick, bends me at the waist, planting my feet on the floor as he drags my hands behind my back and slams his dick back into me with enough force that I’d have fallen if he wasn’t holding me still with my arms yanked behind my back.

  My head is hanging down, my hair in my face as he uses my pussy, slamming in and out of me with a ferocity he hasn’t shown me until today. An orgasm sneaks up on me and I come, clamping down on his dick, but he doesn’t give me a moment, slamming in and out of my clenching core as he fucks me through my release.

  Releasing my wrists, he lifts me, dumping me over the edge of the bed as one hand forces me down and the other grabs my hair and yanks, lifting my face off the sheet as my fingers scramble to find purchase, he starts his furious pace again, fucking me so hard, my feet almost come off the floor with each punishing thrust.<
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  Grunts and snarls fall from his lips, intertwined with declarations of possession and praise for how tight my pussy is, how good it feels wrapped around his dick, what a good girl I am to take his rough fucking. His dirty words only urge me on and I come a second time, screaming his name as he slides his thumb into my ass, using both my holes as he fucks me until he comes with a roar that sends me over the edge into a third orgasm.

  I don’t try to move when his heavy weight collapses over my back, his dick still inside me as I clench and squeeze him, his cum and mine dripping down my legs.

  18

  Granger

  By the time morning comes I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve fucked her, but somehow my dick is still hard, leaking precum that begs to be inside her sopping wet cunt. I’m insatiable and I know I should give her exhausted body a rest, but I just don’t seem to be able to give her the peace she so desperately needs.

  Serenity has called me three times since I spoke to her outside Cora’s store yesterday, and I’ve rejected the call each time. Contacting her was a mistake and somehow, I need to confess to Alice what I’ve done, but I need my ring on her finger and the paperwork signed before I do.

  We have an appointment at the courthouse at ten in the morning tomorrow to get married. Alice has no fucking clue and I have no idea how to broach the subject with her. I don’t know if telling her we’re getting married will make her happy, or send her running in the opposite direction, but either way it’s happening and I don’t plan on taking no for an answer.

  Her tired body stirs beneath me. She’s covered in my cum; her pussy and legs sticky with it. I should clean her up, but I like knowing that she’s coated in the evidence of how much I own her. Reaching between us, I slide my fingers into her sex, her cunt stretched, wet and ready to accept me after how many times I’ve been in her since we got home last night.

  For the first time, I fully understand Huck’s reasoning for getting Cora pregnant and if I could dig out Alice’s birth control implant and put a baby in her right now, I absolutely would. Owning her doesn’t feel like enough, keeping her doesn’t feel permanent and her belonging to me doesn’t feel like I’m binding her deeply enough.