Anita's Triple Temptation [Men of Montana 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (20 page)

When the dam of nerve-endings finally burst, bright colored lights seemed to explode behind Anita’s eyes as the glorious wave after wave of climax pulsed through her body. Crying out, she had a ringing in her ears as she tried to hold herself up but failed, falling onto Kevin’s chest. She felt the two cocks within her slam into her simultaneously several more times before they both swelled and began to pulse their releases. Both men groaned through their releases while Anita rode what seemed like an endless orgasm.

Blackness began to gather first at the farther reaches of her vision until it overtook her. Giving into it, she felt herself go limp in Kevin’s arms, feeling the last remnants of her climax pulsing through her pussy as the darkness overtook her.

Dave was pitching hay into stalls in the horse barn as the horses themselves stood patiently waiting for their morning meal. Kevin and James were mucking out the stalls on the other side of the aisle, the former whistling a tune. They were all in exceptional moods now that they had been able to show the woman they loved how much she aroused them, especially since she didn’t believe it.

The previous night they had pleasured her until she had passed out in Kevin’s arms. Dave had picked her up and carried her to the bath where they lovingly bathed her after she had regained consciousness. When her nipples had pebbled and she moaned at the arousal of her pussy when James washed it, they had all wanted to make love to her again but knew she had had a long day and was most likely sore from their loving assault on her body.

Anita had been everything Dave had dreamt she would be. She responded so well to their ministrations even when he took her ass. Oh, she felt so wonderfully tight there, he had to do everything he possibly could to keep from shooting off before he was fully seated within her depths. Having his friends’ cock in her pussy at the same time and seeing her squirm with anticipation and passion was something they had been looking forward to since the day they had met her in the hospital. She had pleased them greatly and was everything they knew she would be.

Once they had bathed her, dried her, and wrapped her in a fuzzy terrycloth bathrobe, she had stopped trembling. Kevin patiently combed out her wet tresses as she sat between his spread legs while Dave took care of supper in the kitchen. James separated the bags Anita had brought back with her from her shopping excursion with Lyndee, taking them to the rooms where they belonged.

As they sat in front of the fireplace in the great room eating their meal, Anita talked about the shopping she had done, still worried that she spent too much of their hard-earned money. After convincing her they hadn’t, she explained about the furniture deliveries that would take place the next day.

Dave watched their woman speak about her plans for decorating with the enthusiasm of a child for he knew that she and her husband hadn’t been able to afford much while he was alive. With three incomes in the household, she would never want for anything and she wouldn’t have to work at the Tipsy Tavern ever again.

While she talked, Kevin and James hung on her every word though Dave knew they had no interest in the subject she spoke of. They were attentive to her. Even before her plate was completely empty, James had jumped up, taken it from her, and went to fill it with some more of the delicious casserole. They knew she must have been hungry after expending so much energy while they made love to her.

Dave had to smile to himself at his little family. The only thing that was missing was the boys, but they were lucky to have their woman all to themselves for a while.

When the discussion turned to sleeping arrangements, Anita had told them she wanted them to sleep with her always so they debated about whether or not to move their belongings into her room or their own. Finally they decided they would keep their clothing and belongings in their own rooms so that way Anita had all the room she wanted for her belongings and on those rare occasions when she wasn’t feeling well or wanted to spend time alone with only one of her men, the others would have a place to sleep.

After they ate, they took her back to her room where they cuddled up around the fireplace, gently wrapping her in a blanket and leaning her back against Dave’s chest. It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep but none of the men wanted to break the special moment so they sat there grinning at each other, knowing their faces were as goofy looking as the others.

Yes, this morning they were sore, but it was worth every second they spent with Anita cuddled up with them. Even the other ranch hands cajoling them couldn’t dampen their moods. Of course, they knew that at least Austin and Running Wolf knew how they felt. Perhaps one day the others would be lucky enough to find what they had.

Throughout the day, delivery vans passed the barns and buildings where they were working on their way to the house. Dave couldn’t wait to get home tonight to see what Anita had done to the house. He wanted her to be happy. They all did and the anticipation of seeing what she painstakingly chose for them as a family was overwhelming.

Dave hadn’t realized he halted his work and was leaning on the pitchfork he had stabbed into the dirt, lost in his quandary, when Austin slapped him on the back. Startled, Dave felt himself jump, ready to deck the man. Once realizing his state of revelry, he had to chuckle.

“You certainly look like a man in love,” Austin Lighthorse joked. “I remember those days.”

The laughter bubbled within his chest before Dave chucked his boss on the shoulder. “Yeah, I’m sure you do. If I recall, you didn’t even come to work for a few days.”

“Do you blame me, old man?” Austin asked.

His foreman was the only person who could get away with calling Dave an old man. He knew it was said with respect so it didn’t bother him. None of the other hands dared call him that since he had decked a man for saying it in the past. That man no longer worked there as he really didn’t fit in with the odd family that the Circle G made.

“No, I don’t blame you. Your soon-to-be wife is beautiful indeed and I would never want to cross her, but my soon-to-be wife is beautiful as well.”

“She is indeed,” Austin agreed. “I just wanted to let you know, Lyndee has taken a few days off to help Anita get settled and to run some of her own errands. She’s heading to the house to finish unloading the packages Anita purchased yesterday and then after that they’ll be going to lunch in Polson. They’ll be back before supper.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up. We were going to head home for lunch but I guess we’ll be eating with all the guys.”

“I’ll let Martha know,” Austin replied before walking away.

Dave was a bit disappointed. Since leaving Anita after breakfast, all he could think of was getting home at lunchtime and burying his face in Anita’s pussy and eating his fill. Now that would have to wait. How was he going to get his cock to understand it?

* * * *

Anita felt as if she was floating once her men left for work, but she also missed them greatly. They had become such a presence in her life that now that they had consummated their relationship a part of her was missing when they were away from her.

Standing in the great room, she looked at the furniture that had already been delivered. She was quite happy with what she had chosen and hoped the men would be also. The large saddle-brown sectional was under the large window and swept around a curve to face the fireplace. She had wanted it large enough for all six of her boys to lounge around after school or after work, watching television or playing games, though her men insisted on all three boys having individual game consoles in their rooms. Three matching leather recliners lined up across from the window, small oak tables in between them. A large rectangular glass and oak coffee table sat between all of them. Oak bookshelves stood tall and majestic on both sides of the stone fireplace and an oak mantle leaned up against the stone waiting for one of the men to place it in its rightful place above the hearth.

Bags of knick-knacks, curtains, and other objects sat lined against the French doors that led out to the patio. Those she could distribute later. She would get the guys to help put up the curtains when they got home.

The horn honking in the front yard announced Lyndee’s arrival. Anita would have to tell her they had to wait for one more delivery truck before they could go to lunch but at least she could help the woman bring in the bags that had been left in her truck when the guys sidetracked her on the porch last night.

Heading to the front door, Anita hadn’t quite gotten there before a quick knock sounded and the door opened before she could call out to enter. “Hello, hello!” the petite blond called out, poking her head around the opening door. “You ready?”

“Come in,” Anita answered as she headed back into the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“No. Thanks. I had enough of that this morning with the guys.”

“Really? I barely got mine breakfast before they had to head out.”

“You’ll get into a groove eventually. Plus, once you get all your stuff put together in here, it’ll go smoother,” Lyndee promised, looking around. “Oh, I see the great room furniture arrived. It looks great. You have a good eye for details.”

Anita felt her face heat at the compliment, something she wasn’t used to. “Thanks,” she mumbled then took a sip of coffee. Raising her eyes she found Lyndee looking at her skeptically. “What?”

“Get used to the compliments. Your guys will have plenty of them and there is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Shrugging, Anita felt self-conscious even with the kind words. “I’m just not just to getting them.”

Lyndee smiled her eyes empathic. “I know how you feel. When I was undercover for five years, there weren’t any compliments except from my supervisor and even then those were few and far in between.”

“I bet you were miserable during that time. I couldn’t imagine not having a life for that long.”

A giggle escaped Lyndee. “It wasn’t fun. Especially having to spy on people and wonder every day if you had been found out, but I would do it again if it was to put away criminals.”

“But you almost died!”

Lyndee was on the other side of the island from Anita, but she leaned over and took Anita’s hands in hers. “Sweetie, my mother always told me everything happens for a reason. I didn’t understand that until I regained my memory with the guys. Yes, I had been shot, threatened with rape, and then lost my memory. If all that hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have met them.”

Pulling one of her hands from Lyndee, Anita picked up a sponge from the small sink in the island and absently wiped the counter all the while thinking about what her friend had said. Did that mean her husband had to die for her to be happy? Was it meant to be that Virgil had hit her? Did her children have to lose their father to gain three more? Skepticism ruled her thoughts right then, so much so she didn’t hear the delivery truck pull up.

“Anita?”

Lyndee’s voice seemed far away as Anita pondered the woman’s words and her current situation. She never would have wished Craig’s death, but at the moment, she had to admit she wasn’t happy with him. It wasn’t anything she would ever admit to anyone else, but if they had continued down the road they were on, she would have ended up leaving him.

“Anita? You all right?”

Anita found it odd that as soon as she admitted to herself the truth, things became so much clearer, as did her hearing at that point. Shaking her head as if the cobwebs of the past would disintegrate, she whispered, “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“I know that statement causes one to think about their whole lives, but I am a true believer in it now.”

Smiling as if free for the first time in ages, her heart lighter, Anita put the sponge away. “Thank you.”

“No thanks needed. Now, let’s tell these guys where to put the furniture they brought,” Lyndee said, pulling her hand from Anita’s.

The two women moved out into the foyer to greet the three men at the door, each carrying a lamp. After telling the men where the purchased items would go, the two women emptied the remaining bags from Lyndee’s truck, taking them in and setting them in the great room until Anita could distribute them to their rightful place.

After the dining room table had been set in place and Anita’s bedroom furniture changed out for the new items, the two women stood in the foyer, briefly admiring the decisions Anita had made as they stood between the two rooms. Even a leather-clad bench sat along the wall where the stairs rose, a good place to sit and put shoes on. Next to that sat an old-fashioned boot jack that she thought would be a perfect fit for the house along with an aesthetic one. She had found a door under the stairs that led to an empty space. To have the guys put in a bar to hang things from so they could use it as coat storage was one more thing on her honey-do list. She had to smile to herself when she thought she had three honeys to do the work.

Once Lyndee’s truck was emptied out and the last delivery truck had departed the driveway out front, the two women piled into the truck again, this time heading into Polson for lunch. Anita felt guilty when Lyndee told her that Austin told the guys they would be having lunch in town and now as it was, it was later than the guys’ lunch hour. They could have come home for lunch, but then Anita had a funny feeling food wouldn’t have been consumed.

As they passed the main house and the barns, Anita caught sight of her guys. They, along with several other hands, were leading horses out to the roundabout for exercise since they didn’t want them to get lazy and put on weight through the winter months. When Dave waved out to her, Lyndee giggled before stopping near them, stopping so they were on Anita’s side of the truck.