Gina's Private Police Force [Men of Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (28 page)

“Push back against me, baby,” he said. “Push back like you are trying to push me out.”

Doing as he instructed, she felt him break through the muscles with a pop and she breathed out. He began to push his way in, inch by inch until he was fully seated within her dark depths. She felt so full, so full of her men’s cocks.

At that moment Gina knew she belonged to them and they belonged to her.

Jared began to pull out until just the head was left in her ass, and then he pushed back in. She found that as he pushed back in, Connor pulled out. The two worked the rhythm easily between them and she didn’t have to move at all. The sensation of being filled totally had her pussy clenching again. She tried to hold off her orgasm, but in a few more strokes, she was unable to hold it any longer.

Her body rose up as her pussy imploded around her and the cocks filled her. It clenched down as did her ass muscles, tightening around both her men, and as she screamed out her orgasm both men began slamming into her at the same time.

After a few more strokes from the men, they both held onto her, thrusting their cocks deep within her and holding them there, shouting out their own orgasms. She felt hot seed shoot deep within both holes and she reveled in the feeling of being filled by them.

Sated, she laid her head on Connor’s chest and felt herself drift off. Briefly she felt Jared leave her backside and then a wet cloth cleaning her, but it wasn’t enough to rouse her from her slumber. Her last thought being she was happy that she pleased her men and they had pleased her.

* * * *

Turning to her left side was a bit odd for Gina as aches seemed to be all over her body and she had to wonder what had caused it, but as she opened her eyes and found the naked chiseled chest before her, the events of the previous night slammed into her memory. The smattering of brownish-red hair between the pecs indicated it was Connor. Her eyes drifted down his body but the journey was cut short just below his naval by the dark blue blanket of the bed.

“Do you like what you see?” his baritone voice asked above her head.

With a slight jump within her, she looked up to find Connor watching her from the pillow his head laid upon. His lips were curled up as his gray eyes were lit with delight. His left hand moved up from his side to cup the back of her head gently. Pulling her head up, he kissed her gently, letting his lips sip from hers lovingly.

When he pulled away, the smile still on his face, he let his hand slide down her shoulder, over her arm, and then rest upon her smaller hand. “Good morning, darlin’.”

Smiling up at one of her lovers, she intertwined her fingers in his. “Good morning.”

Movement behind her caused her to glance over her shoulder and she found Jared watching her as well. He was just as gloriously naked as Connor, but the blanket ended just above the slight bulge at the apex of his legs, his brown pubic hair visible. Even though both of them sated her last night, a hunger began to kindle a small fire within her core, which she knew she had to extinguish due to her injuries and the soreness from their lovemaking the previous night. They probably shouldn’t have pushed it last night, but they all needed each other as an outlet for the strain the previous two days had drowned them in.

Leaning over, Jared kissed her shoulder causing her to shudder. “Morning, sugar. Are you all right?”

Confusion blanketed her features along with her psyche. “Good morning, Jared. I’m fine,” she answered, then asked, “but why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just wanted to make sure we didn’t hurt you too much,” he answered as he sat up. “You just got out of the hospital yesterday and here we were double teaming you as if nothing happened. You are bruised and are most likely in pain.”

Connor’s hand squeezed hers and she knew he felt just as curious as his friend was. Lying back down so she could see both men easily, she pulled her hand from his and then took it again with her left hand while her right one found Jared’s closest one. Holding both hands, she brought them both to her lips and kissed each one.

“I know you two are worried about me since I don’t have a lot of experience with all of this sex stuff, and I really appreciate it, I do. And I know that you worry about me because of getting hurt, but last night was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me,” she said as she kept her eyes moving between the two of them. “Well, I mean besides having Nathan. But, if I didn’t like it or was in pain I would have told you. Yes, I am sore today, but it’s a good sore. Whenever I move today, I’ll be able to remember everything you did to me to make me that way.”

A chuckle escaped both men’s lips in relief. Connor lifted the hand that held his to his lips, turned it over, and kissed the palm loudly, causing her to squirm a bit as it tickled. Jared again kissed her shoulder before nuzzling next to her ear and whispered, “I love you so much.”

Tears prickled her eyes at the love these two men were showering upon her and her heart seemed to swell within her chest. After the fire and the end of her life there, she never imagined becoming a Phoenix and rising from the ashes to end up with two men who would show her what love really was. She felt more loved with her two men after just a few days than the entire seven years of her marriage.

Both men noticed the salty show of emotion and they both kissed the corners of her eyes. Connor pulled back slightly. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. We believe you.”

Removing her hands from theirs, she wound her hands up to cup both of their heads, pulling them to the sides of her own. “I’m not crying because I hurt or because I doubt you…I’m crying because you saved me from the past. You have shown me a love I never thought existed outside of romance novels. I love you both so much, it hurts.”

Connor slipped his arm across her abdomen, holding onto her as he let his face nuzzle into the side of her neck. Jared slid his arm under hers and across her shoulders as he, too, nuzzled the side of her neck. Both men kissed her soft skin gently, trying to avoid any of the bruises that may have remained after the car accident.

Connor thought about her comment about the novels briefly, wondering what kind of books she read, then put it to the back of his mind to follow up on it later as he was content to love on his woman.

Their actions were loving and soft as they didn’t want to heat her up too much as they really needed to get to work. They wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of their lives, just holding onto her and showing her their love.

Jared’s breath was warm against her skin as he whispered, “We love you so much, too, sugar. We’ll have the rest of our lives to show you.”

Gina snuggled down against the sheets as she was content to hear them declare there would be a forever. Not that she doubted them, but just to hear the words spoken helped her mind from placing insinuations there.

They remained lying like that for ten more minutes before Connor’s alarm on his phone sounded, announcing it was time to begin the day. Connor kissed Gina on the lips before slipping out from under the covers.

“You stay in bed this morning,” he ordered, looking down at her. God, she looked so sexy, so tasty lying there it was hard for him to turn to dress. “We’ll grab breakfast in town.”

Jared kissed her and slid out on his side. Pulling the covers up, he tucked them under her chin and then leaned in for another kiss.

Gina watched as both of them dressed, their muscles bunching and flexing as they moved. They both looked so damn sexy in their uniforms, she thought. She had to wonder if other women thought the same as she did but she wasn’t going to worry about it. They were hers and they had definitely shown her last night.

After they had completed their morning rituals of combing their hair, brushing their teeth, and whatever else they did, they were ready to leave. Connor sat on the bed and took her hand in his. The serious expression on his face caused concern to rise within Gina’s body in a millisecond. Last night’s incident came slamming into her and she remembered she never asked what had happened to the man who had been stalking her.

Connor’s face was stoic and a glance over at Jared’s revealed the same thing. Looking back at Connor, her heart began to pound in her chest.

“The man we were trying to trap got away,” the sheriff said sadly. “I have Lawrence and Trey coming over to keep an eye on the house, and you. Jared and I need to tend to some important matters otherwise we would stay with you. Don’t leave the house, not even to step outside for fresh air. Stay inside. We’re only going to be gone for the morning or until mid-afternoon. Can you do that for us, darlin’?”

Wanting to be brave, she nodded. What she really wanted to do was throw her arms around both of them and hold them, insisting she was weak and afraid and didn’t want to be left alone. She wanted them to protect her, but she knew if she was to have a life with two lawmen, she’d be left behind while they were in danger. She just had to dust off her faith and pray they would be all right when they were out of her sight.

“Good girl.” Jared smiled down at her before he leaned down for one more kiss. “I left my personal phone on the nightstand here. You can use it until we get you a new one. The numbers you need are programmed already. Call if you believe anything feels strange or out of place. If you need them, call Lawrence or Trey. Don’t go outside for them.”

Listening to the orders, Gina only nodded. Turning to Connor, she lifted her lips for another kiss, which he complied with. “Rest. We’ll be home before you know it.”

Nodding, she watched as they walked out. Listening, she heard the front door open and close, and as she heard the deadbolt lock behind them she was consumed with loneliness. She already missed them. Turning to her side, she laid her head on Jared’s pillow and breathed in his scent. Smiling slightly, she remembered the events of the previous night and hoped they could repeat the venture sometime soon. Drifting off, she dreamed of her life with the two men she could happily call her own.

* * * *

Wandering past the main house where he had stolen the pickup that he had rammed Gina with, the mysterious scarred man made his way slowly up the hill. His destination was the well house past the tree line to the property. Exhaustion fell over him as he finally opened the door to what had become his little home in the past few days. Flipping the switch on the fake fireplace he had bought in town, he switched it to high and had to be thankful that the owner had insulated the building. Collapsing onto the pile of lawn furniture pads, he pulled up the pile of blankets and towels he had found in the chest in the storage part of the small building and stared up at the ceiling.

He couldn’t believe how yesterday had turned out. With the help of that bitch of a nurse he had sweet talked into providing him information on Gina, he thought for certain he had the opportunity to grab her. But no. That idiot sheriff that had been sniffing after her, had recognized him somehow and took chase. It had been close in the stairwell and he had thought there for a few moments he was going to be caught but then that old security guard had gotten too close. Seeing his opportunity, he pushed the man down, which he thought would be enough of a distraction, but when he heard the crack upon the man’s impact with the sidewalk, he knew that injury to someone would take precedence over a continued chase.

After that he disappeared into the parking lot, watching from behind a car. Once the sheriff walked back into the building, he called the nurse. She had told him that she couldn’t talk and not to call her there. Then the call disconnected quickly. He figured she had been caught or the sheriff had returned to the floor and the nurse got nervous.

The taxi had been idling near the entrance of the hospital as if waiting for a fare. Seeing his opportunity, he sidled up to the cab and got in as if he were going somewhere. Telling the driver the name of a motel nearby, they drove away. Noticing the wallet-size pictures of four small children taped to the dashboard, he knew the man was a family man and so a plan began to form in his head.

Nearing the destination requested, the scarred man asked the driver to pull off at a convenience store so he could grab some smokes. Parking a bit down in the busy parking lot from the doors, the driver himself stepped out to stretch. To make it plausible, the mystery man asked if he could get the man a drink. Accepting the offer, the tall, thin Native American man leaned up against the hood of the car as the passenger set off for his purchases.

Stepping into the store, he felt the heads turn his way. He had experienced the phenomenon for the past year, since he had the nerve to step foot in public after his disfigurement. He tried to say he was used to it, but he still wasn’t. His friend had told him he should go to a plastic surgeon but with the circumstances surrounding the fire that had destroyed his life he wouldn’t be able to see a specialist. There would be too many questions that he wouldn’t be able to explain.

Making his way through the store, he ignored the stares and picked up items he needed and some he was surprised to find he needed. Standing at the counter, the cashier, a petite young brunette who looked like she was still in high school, stood there openly staring at him as she passed the items he was purchasing past the scanner.

Over time he had gotten used to people staring at him, but they would do it behind his back or at least divert their eyes when he looked their way. This girl only stopped staring long enough to check the total on the register before her eyes went back to his face. She shuddered visibly as he removed several bills from his wallet and held them out for her to retrieve. When her gaze refused to move from his face, he had to clear his throat to get her attention, which she was gracious enough to at least blush at the fact of getting caught. Taking the bills, she made change for him, handed it back to him, and then began to bag his acquisitions.