Defending Allye (Mountain Mercenaries Book 1)

by Susan Stoker

  Smiling, and feeling happier and more content than she’d felt in a long time, Allye fell asleep in Gray’s arms. And didn’t remember one dream.

  Gray didn’t remember falling asleep. One minute he was enjoying having Allye in his arms, and the next . . . nothing.

  But he woke up suddenly when he felt someone moving next to him. For a split second he was confused, because it had been a really long time since anyone had been in his bed other than him, but then he remembered. Allye.

  He was lying on his back, and she was against his side. Her hand was slowly caressing his chest. He wore just a pair of sweatpants, and she had aroused him even in his sleep. The cotton was pulled taut over his groin. She’d pushed the comforter down, and he saw her lazy caresses getting closer and closer to his growing cock.

  “What are you doing?” he asked sleepily, a languorousness he hadn’t felt in a long time moving over him.

  “What does it feel like I’m doing?” she retorted, her hand pushing his sweats down a little more with each pass.

  He caught her wrist when he felt her fingers brush against his cock. She gazed up at him with a look both innocent and carnal. Her mismatched eyes twinkled, and her hair was a tangled mess. The white streak looked even more adorable, mussed the way it was. But it was the mischievous smile on her face that made his wayward dick jerk. He liked that look on her. A hell of a lot.

  “It looks like you’re about to get yourself into trouble.”

  She raised her eyebrows as if to say, “Who, me?” Her fingers played with his nipple, and he felt it harden in the chilly predawn air.

  “You want something, all you gotta do is ask,” Gray told her seriously.

  Without pause, she whispered, “I want you.”

  Before the last word had even left her lips, Gray was kissing her. He wasn’t thinking about what time it was, or worrying if he should take a shower before being with her. All he could think about was making Allye his.

  She opened for him immediately, and his tongue plunged inside her mouth eagerly. Even as he kissed her long and hard, his hand was roaming her body. She was wearing an oversize T-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, but she might as well have been naked. The amount of pleasure he got by being able to freely touch her where and how he wanted was immense.

  His hand slid under her shirt, and he felt her suck in her belly as his fingers trailed up her body, but he didn’t stop. He homed in on her breast, his large hand easily covering it. Her hard nipple stabbed into his palm as he squeezed and fondled. He felt her hips shift, and Gray turned so that she was on her back next to him.

  Lifting his head, Gray licked his lips, relishing her taste on them. “Now’s your chance to change your mind,” he said in a husky tone.

  “I’m not going to change my mind,” Allye replied, arching her back into his touch.

  “I’m a big man,” Gray told her seriously. “And I’m not sure I know how to be gentle.” He wanted to warn her, but not scare the shit out of her. He liked what he liked in the bedroom. And what he liked was to be in charge. To take what he wanted. He made sure his partner was satisfied, but nothing got him off faster than hard, rough sex.

  “I can take it. I can take you.”

  “I sure as fuck hope so,” he murmured. “If I go too fast, or you don’t like something I do, tell me. The last thing I want is to hurt you, or coerce you into doing something you don’t want to do.” Gray kept his gaze on her as he squeezed her breast once more, a little harder. Instead of seeing doubt or pain in her eyes, they sparked with excitement.

  She rolled, surprising Gray, and ended up on top of him. She straddled his hips and ground her pussy against his rock-hard dick. “I want you, Grayson Rogers. Any way you want to take me.”

  Without a word, Gray pushed her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her sleep shorts. Her small breasts were topped with large pink, areolas and long, hard nipples, which were begging for his touch.

  He sat up and latched on to one of those nipples without another word. He sucked. Hard. Allye’s back arched, and he felt her fingernails digging into the back of his head, urging him on, not tugging him away from her body.

  Unleashing the lust she’d purposely brought forth with her not-so-innocent caresses, Gray let himself go. His mouth ate at her. He licked, bit, and sucked on her tits. She was squirming nonstop on him, and his cock felt as if it was going to burst any second. She felt tiny on top of him. Was tiny compared to him. He had almost a foot in height on her, and it only made him feel more in control. And that, in turn, fueled his need.

  He flipped her without effort, and she landed on her back next to him once again, but he never took his mouth off her breast. Gray shoved her shorts down, and she cooperated by lifting her hips and using a hand to push them to her knees and off. He palmed her pussy, gratified to feel her excitement coating her outer lips and his palm.

  He stared down into her eyes as one finger delved into her hot heat. She was snug, his finger pushing past her inner muscles with difficulty as he plunged it in and out of her. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said. “You’re gonna strangle my dick when it gets inside you.”

  He’d always loved dirty talk, and it seemed as if she did too.

  Allye dropped her knees open, giving him more room, and her hips raised just a fraction as he played with her. “It’s been a while,” she told him, her eyes closed into slits as she licked her lips.

  “How long?” he asked. He eased another finger into her, and she moaned. When she didn’t answer him, he held his fingers still and asked again. “How long, kitten? How long has it been since you’ve had a cock inside this luscious body?”

  “Three years or so,” she gasped. “Please, Gray. More.”

  Three years. Fuck. Deciding to tease her longer, simply because it was fun, he asked, “Why?”

  “Why what?” she panted.

  Gray put his other hand on her lower belly to hold her down as he slowly stretched her with his fingers. She was feisty, wriggling and squirming under him. Her body demanded he give her what she wanted. But he was having fun making her wait. “Why so long?” he asked.

  “Because I’ve been busy at the theatre. Didn’t have time. And didn’t want anyone.”

  Her words were disjointed and staccato.

  “But you want me.”

  She rolled her eyes, and that only made Gray harder. Fuck, he loved when she did that. It was insane, but that little act of defiance made him want her all the more.

  “Yes, Gray. I want you. I think it’s more than obvious. Please.”

  And with that, Gray was done waiting. She was soaked. His fingers were covered with her essence. Even though he was big and she was tight, he knew he’d slide right inside her as if he was meant to be there.

  Without a word, he quickly stood and pushed his sweats down, his cock catching on the elastic before bobbing upward once it was released. He could see a bead of precome on the almost-purple tip. He reached into the drawer next to his bed and fumbled with the box of condoms there. He’d bought them last week. He’d been restless after leaving Allye in California. Needing something. Wanting something. He thought maybe he’d try his hand at dating again and had bought the condoms just in case.

  But what he’d needed was Allye. Not some random hookup—her.

  Gray rolled the condom onto his cock without fanfare and got back on the bed. Allye had been watching him, the fingers of her right hand lightly rubbing her clit, and the fingers of her left pinching a nipple.

  Without a word, Gray grabbed her and turned her onto her belly. He then lifted her hips, and she bent her knees, getting them under her. Putting one hand on her upper back, Gray smiled when she immediately lowered until she was resting on her elbows.

  Her ass was up in the air, and he’d never seen anything so delicious and beautiful in all his life. His plan had been to take her immediately, but the second he saw her pussy lips glistening, he knew he needed to taste her first.

 
Sitting back on his heels, Gray lowered his mouth and licked from her clit to her asshole.

  She groaned, arched her back, and slid her knees farther apart, giving him more room to work.

  Without warning, he began to eat her as if she were his last meal. She squealed when his scratchy day-old beard chafed her inner thighs, and moaned when he licked over her clit hard and fast. If he wasn’t as strong as he was, he wouldn’t have been able to hold her still as she bucked and rolled under his mouth.

  Wanting to see her come apart, Gray put his hands on her inner thighs and picked her up, lifting her to his lips and allowing himself better access to her clit. She was suspended in the air, holding herself up on her elbows, and he knew he wouldn’t have been able to put her in this position if she weren’t a dancer. She was flexible and in shape, and he’d never been more turned on.

  Without mercy, Gray lashed at her small nubbin until every muscle in her lower body tensed and she began to come.

  God, she tasted good. Gray could’ve stayed there all night, drinking down her excitement as he forced her to come again and again, but he needed more. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d been so fucking needy for a woman.

  He put Allye down, still in the midst of her orgasm, and pushed her legs apart. He eased inside her with one long thrust. She squealed once more and momentarily tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him instead.

  The feeling of her inner muscles around his dick, still contracting with her orgasm, was heaven. Gray held himself still, experiencing her orgasm wane with her. When she finally stilled under him, he leaned over her back.

  His bulk cocooned her body, making him feel more masculine and powerful than he’d ever felt. He moved his hips away a fraction of an inch, then shoved back inside her. Her upper body was pressed to the mattress, her ass up in the air, taking everything he gave her.

  Even though he took what he wanted when it came to sex, he’d never try to hurt her. “You all right?” he murmured in her ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth and biting down not so gently.

  “Yeah. Oh yeah.”

  “I’m going to take you now, kitten. You ready?”

  She nodded her head frantically.

  “You sure?”

  Once more, her head bobbed up and down where it rested on the bed.

  Gray leaned up, and, bracing himself with both hands on the mattress by her shoulders, he began to move. He knew he wouldn’t last long, he was too close to the edge. Seeing her pleasure, having her under him, was too exciting. Too good.

  He moved his hips until only the head of his dick was inside her, then slammed all the way back in. He did it again and again. He pounded his cock into her body as if this would be the last time he’d ever make love. Each time he bottomed out within her, Gray grunted with exertion.

  God, she felt amazing. Like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

  Then Allye moved under him. She braced herself on her elbows, and he felt her pushing back against him with every thrust. She wasn’t just taking what he gave her, she was a willing and enthusiastic participant.

  Her breasts were swinging with every thrust, and the carnality of their lovemaking only made Gray harder. He reached under her and found her clit, roughly manipulating it as he continued to push in and out. The sounds their bodies were making were loud and sensuous, and only increased his pleasure.

  “Gray, fuck . . . oh my God, Gray!”

  He smiled at her words, knowing she was as lost to the pleasure as he was.

  His orgasm snuck up on him. One minute he was enjoying the sensations of having her under him, and the next he was coming without warning. He pushed inside her as far as he could go, and felt the come shoot up from his balls and out the tip of his cock. Warmth filled the condom, and he groaned; it felt as if he would never stop coming.

  When he was done, he realized that Allye was still squirming beneath him. She hadn’t come again and was obviously on the verge. Without a word, and without pulling out of her, Gray renewed his assault on her clit. Mercilessly rubbing it as fast and as hard as he could.

  “Too much,” Allye groaned, trying to squirm away from his touch.

  But he wouldn’t let her. Pinning her in place, with his cock still inside her and his fingers working their magic, he leaned down and bit her earlobe once more. “Come for me again, kitten. Come all over my cock. Squeeze me, show me how much you like my touch.”

  And with that, she came. Once again, the feeling of her inner muscles spasming around his semihard dick was indescribable. She trembled all over, every muscle tightening and relaxing as she experienced her bliss.

  The moment she began to relax, Gray eased out of her, smiling at the moan of protest that escaped her lips when he slipped free. She straightened her legs and lay flat on the mattress. Gray knew he needed to go and take care of the condom, but he couldn’t take his gaze from her.

  She was red and swollen, and he could see the evidence of her satisfaction between her legs. It was sexy as hell—and she was all his. No way was he giving her up now. Not when she’d just given him everything he wanted in a partner and more.

  Gray knew it wasn’t going to be easy. She’d have to leave behind everything she’d built in San Francisco, as he couldn’t be a part of Mountain Mercenaries from California, but he’d do everything in his power to make sure she never regretted moving to Colorado Springs to be with him.

  He reached out and ran a thumb between her swollen pussy lips, collecting some of her juices. He brought his hand up and sucked his thumb into his mouth. Her taste exploded on his tongue.

  His gaze went to her face. Expecting to see her eyes closed in postcoital bliss, he was surprised to find her watching him.

  “Good?” she asked.

  Grinning, Gray could only nod.

  Allye reached out and grabbed his hand, wrapping her tongue around his digit and treating it much as he imagined she would his cock when it was in her mouth.

  She nipped the pad of his thumb, then gazed up at him with a saucy smile.

  “Jesus,” Gray groaned. “I need to go clean up. Don’t move.”

  Allye lay back down and put her hands under her cheek. Her legs were splayed slightly, and she kept her eyes on him.

  Gray turned from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He threw away the condom and used a washcloth to clean himself. Then he rinsed it and walked naked back into his bedroom.

  He saw the pleasure in Allye’s eyes as she looked at him. He’d never been modest, but there was something about having her look at him—as if he were an ice-cream cone and she was starving—that made him want to be nude around her all the time.

  He sat on the edge of the mattress and pressed the warm washcloth between her legs. She smiled and moaned a little, opening her legs more, giving him room.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked. “I was a little rough.”

  “I loved it. And no, you didn’t hurt me the way you mean. It was a good hurt, if that makes sense.”

  It did. More proof that she was made for him. Wiping away the remnants of their lovemaking, Gray threw the washcloth toward the bathroom, not caring that it landed a few feet short of the tile. He gathered Allye into his arms and pulled the comforter, which had been pushed all the way to the end of the bed, up and over them both.

  “What time is it?” Allye asked, after throwing an arm around his chest and hitching a leg over his thighs.

  “Around three thirty. Not time to get up yet.”

  “Good.” She fell asleep almost immediately, her body going lax next to his.

  Gray lay awake for a long time, memorizing the way she fit against him. Loving the way she seemed to claim him in her sleep, hugging him to her. It was hard to believe that two weeks ago, he hadn’t even known her. Because already he couldn’t imagine living without her.

  Chapter Ten

  The next week went by in a blur for Allye. Gray convinced her not to
go back to San Francisco with Jessie still missing. After her dream, and really thinking about it, she decided that her safety was more important than any job.

  She’d called Robin and explained what was happening, and, luckily, the owner of the dance theatre agreed that it was best she stay away for now. They’d talked at length about the performance, and Allye reassured her boss and friend that she’d practice the routines even if she wasn’t in California. She also promised to call if she needed anything.

  She’d hung up feeling pretty good about her friendship with the older woman and about the security of her job. Allye didn’t know what would happen in the future, but for now, she was taking things one day at a time.

  Living with Gray was amazing. He hadn’t lied, he wasn’t gentle when it came to sex, but since she enjoyed everything he did to her, and he made sure she was always satisfied—often making sure she came more than once—it wasn’t exactly a hardship. She loved when he physically lifted and moved her where he wanted her.

  One afternoon after he’d arrived home from a meeting with the rest of the team and saw her in the kitchen making dinner, without a word, he’d pulled her over to the kitchen table, pushed her down, shoved her pants to her ankles, and fucked her until she was a puddle of goo. Then he’d picked her up, carried her to the couch, covered her with a blanket, kissed her on top of her head, and told her to nap while he finished dinner.

  Then there was the time she was in the shower, and, without asking, he’d joined her. He’d proceeded to push her to her knees and hold her head while he’d fucked her mouth. It should’ve been debasing, but throughout it all, he’d never forced her to take more of him than she could comfortably take. He’d caressed her hair the entire time she was sucking him off, and afterward, held her in his arms as she masturbated herself to orgasm while he watched, then washed and conditioned her hair.

  He was a dichotomy of rough and gentle, and the more time Allye spent with him, the more she got to understand him. He didn’t put up with a lot of bullshit and said whatever was on his mind. But he never tried to manipulate her into making a decision that he thought she should make, which she appreciated. He was also very aware of her being smaller and weaker than he was, and never crossed the line between rough and hurtful when they made love.