Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

“It’s just so confusing,” she answered lowly. “I know what Trey said about me being a virgin, but I keep seeing myself sitting around talking to a group of hookers and sometimes talking to my pimp.”

“Perhaps it was a suggestion that was placed in your head, or perhaps you are a reporter or a writer doing research,” he threw out there, not wanting to upset her any more at the moment. “Anyway, we need to get showered. Can I join you?”

“Will we actually get clean or get dirtier in there together?” she giggled against him.

“We have a guest waiting for us, so I promise to be on my best behavior,” he said as he scooped his hand under her knees and drew her up to his chest, carrying her into the bathroom. Setting her down, he reached into the shower stall, started the water, and then looked around.

“Where are those bags from yesterday that we brought in? We need one to put over your arm.” It was a rhetorical question but he watched her think for a moment before she ran naked from the room. He heard a door open and then the rustling of plastic bags and then watched the door for her return. When she returned, he got a show of her breasts bouncing with her movements. He nearly had to bite his tongue to keep a groan from escaping his lips.

Standing still, she patiently let him wrap the plastic around her arm to allow her bandage to stay dry. “Did you know one of you guys threw all my new clothes into the closet? Now I’m going to have to iron everything,” she said in mock irritation.

“We’ll help you,” Storm said, finishing the plastic bandage. “I’m sure they aren’t all wrinkled. Besides, the dryer we have is pretty top of the line. Toss them in there for a few minutes and then hang them up. That’s what Martha does for most of our clothes.”

Placing his hand at the small of her back, he escorted her into the walk-in shower stall tiled from floor to ceiling in white tiles with black tiles around the edges of the walls and at the top and bottom edges. A rain showerhead was suspended from the ceiling and there were several showerheads situated on the two walls perpendicular to the shower door. To him, it seemed as if she was surprised at the opulence of it. Storm helped her wash her hair and rinse it before taking a washcloth, soaping it up and then washing her body, taking extra care around her breasts and then her pussy and ass.

Surprised hit him when she laid her head back on the tile, soft gasps escaping her lips as he bathed her. He refused to let her bathe him, as he would never have gotten out of the shower at all, so she stood and watched him instead. His dick was semi-hard as she would gaze at it and lick her lips. At that point, he felt they may have created a sex monster, but that would be a good thing since there were three of them.

When he finished, he turned the water off and stepped out onto the bath mat in front of the shower. Grabbing a towel he wrapped her hair up first, piling it on her head, and then retrieving another towel he dried off her body. “Go get dressed,” he said, patting her on the derriere as she sashayed into the bedroom.

Drying himself off he looked at himself in the mirror, debating whether to shave or not, but since they were going up into the mountains, it didn’t matter. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he gazed at himself in the mirror, giving him cause to contemplate whether they were doing the right thing taking her to the cabin. It could be nothing, but his hunches usually panned out and he hoped this one did. Running a hand over his face, he took a moment to regain his composure before heading into the bedroom.

The clothes that had been pushed into the closet the previous night were now scattered on the bed, and his woman was shuffling through them. Storm leaned against the doorframe and watched her as she studied the items, debating which would be best to wear. Choosing a black pair of jeans and a burgundy thermal T-shirt, she set those aside and then chose a red lacey thong pair of panties and a matching red lace bra that he knew wouldn’t cover much of her at all. Thick white socks really spoiled the look that had caused the towel to tent in front of him, but he knew she would need them with her shoes, no matter what she wore.

Clearing his throat in frustration, he said, “I’m going to get dressed. Will you be all right?”

Smiling brightly she answered, “Of course. It’ll take me only a few minutes to get dressed.”

Sauntering out of the room, Storm made his way to his own room.

* * * *

A few minutes after he had left, Trey made his way into her room, lightly knocking before he entered. She had just finished dressing and was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on her socks as a pair of black running shoes sat next to the bed. Trey grabbed the comb and an elastic band from the dresser before climbing onto the bed behind his woman. Taking the towel, he blotted at the long blonde tresses he loved. Once he felt they were dry enough, he began to comb out her hair, careful not to cause any pain when he ran across a tangle.

“I love how you guys all take care of me,” she whispered, enjoying the attention.

“We love to do it for you, baby. We love you so much. Somehow you swept in and stole all our hearts.” He had finished combing her hair and began doing a French braid along the back side of her head, trying not to pull too tight. Once the hair fell below the scalp, he continued braiding it and then tied it off with the elastic band. Now her hair would be out of her face while they made their journey.

Turning to face him she lifted up to kiss his lips. “Thank you. How do you know how to braid a girl’s hair?”

“A girl taught me,” he said sassily as he replaced the comb on the dresser.

Turning quickly, she knelt on the bed facing him as he stood next to the dresser. “Who was the girl?” she asked softly.

The smile he had on his face slipped away quickly when he realized he had hurt her feelings. Apparently love was something new to her and she was actually jealous. Kneeling in front of her he placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her face so she could meet his eyes. At first they remained downcast. “Look at me.” When she didn’t look up right away, he became a little more demanding as he had seen his cousin do with her. “Look at me, baby girl!”

He loved how she responded so well to their dominance, for her blonde-fringed eyes flew up to look into his. He saw sadness there, but he also saw her jealousy.

“Baby, first, I don’t want you to ever be jealous of any of the women we dated in the past. They are part of the past and we don’t want anything to do with them. We love you and want you to stay with us. We’ll take care of you, protect you”— his voice softened— “and make love to you whenever we can. Second of all, my cousin Abby taught me how to braid hair. She was a year older than me and she teased me relentlessly. She was Austin’s sister.”

Lisa seemed to notice as he choked a bit on the last sentence. “Was?”

His eyes became misty at the thought of his cousin. “When she graduated high school she had enlisted in the Army. Five years ago while she was stationed in Afghanistan, her convoy was hijacked and those who survived were taken hostage. The women were repeatedly raped and then when they were done with them, they killed them.”

Moving closer to him, she threw her arms around his massive shoulders. “Were you two very close?”

He nodded, afraid if he talked she would know he was crying. Burying his head into the nook between her shoulder and neck, he nuzzled her, giving himself an excuse to have his face on her shirt so it would help blot the tears. It took a minute to regain his composure, though he hadn’t fooled her. Laying a kiss on her neck, he said, “As close as what Austin, Storm, and I are. She was a year older but we were in the same grade in school. It was a shock when the man from the Army came to tell Austin.”

“I’m sure it was. I know whenever I have to go tell a family member that a loved one has died in the line of duty, it’s very difficult.”

Storm had told Trey and Austin that if she remembered anything to just hold her, soothe her before she became too emotional. Holding her, he waited for her to say something or even cry, but she didn’t. Thoughts began to run through his brain and he knew he needed to talk to the Sheriff. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “That was weird.”

Pulling gently away from her, he said, “Let’s go get something to eat and head out. I think today may be a day of surprises.”

After the small group enjoyed the breakfast that Trey and Austin had put together they made their way out to one of the barns. At first Lisa was confused. She thought they said they would take ATVs so why were they heading to the barns? When Storm and Austin rolled the large doors aside, she saw that this barn held equipment. She was surprised to see a Bobcat parked inside along with a Backhoe and a Ditch Witch. Along one wall eight ATVs were parked in a row. Next to them were some dirt bikes, and she had to wonder what kind of work on a ranch would require their use. Storm, Austin, and Trey climbed onto three of the ATVs, started the engines, and drove them out in front of the barn. Storm came back for a fourth one and parked it next to the ones already outside. Afterward, they closed the doors back up.

Austin stepped up to Lisa. “You’re going to ride with me.”

Looking at the compactness of the vehicle she had to ask, “Is it safe?”

Gazing into her eyes, his hand came up to caress her cheek before kissing her lips. “Do you think I would do anything to intentionally put you in danger?”

She knew better than to question him but he was so big that he took up a lot of space on it. Shaking her head, he took her hand and walked her over to the all-terrain vehicle and climbed on. Motioning for her to get on behind him, she did. Finding a foothold, she shimmied her butt around on what remained of the seat to get comfortable and wrapped her arms around his waist. The three other men climbed aboard their motorized steeds after Storm and Trey slung backpacks on, and they all headed out to the west.

They followed a dirt road that went beyond the house for about a half mile and then they came to a stop. Storm got off his ATV and unlocked a gate, rode through, and then let the others through before locking it back up again. After continuing, they rode for another half mile before they began an ascent into the mountains. The oak trees that dotted the landscape on the flatland around the ranch became dense, and pine trees became more popular among the foliage. They followed the path that had been developed over time. Occasionally, Austin would point something out to Lisa that he thought might be of interest to her but mostly she hung on to him.

He was happy with the situation of her riding with him. Her hands clasped together on his hard abs right above his crotch. Her breasts were smashed into his back, and when they hit a rut, he felt them move up and down or smash further into him. They thought it would be better for her to ride with him since he was more surefooted when it came to the vehicles, though they all knew how to ride. He was surprised at how well Doc handled himself.

The trip took about an hour as the path ambled through the forest and in some places dipped or the grade of the ascent or descent was deeper than in other places. If this was the area where they had found her, she could only imagine what their ride was like carrying her on horseback.

The cabin came into view. It was an A-frame with a nice porch along the side of it. A couple of Adirondack chairs sat on it, a nice place to relax and take in nature. Windows climbed from the first floor all the way to the roofline, broken only by the rock chimney that ran up the height of the building and then some above the roofline. This was a beautiful place, Lisa thought to herself, though apprehension filled her body to the point she was shaking. At first she thought it was from the vibrations of the vehicle, but once it stopped, she knew better.

Carefully Austin climbed off and turned to his woman. Her face was pale. He had felt her shaking behind him and knew this had to be hard on her. Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her against him, her face buried in his shirt at his stomach. Running his hand down her hair, he tried to soothe her as much as possible. Storm and Trey noticed what was going on and came over to them.

“She’s scared,” he told them, almost in a whisper. Both men let their hands run up and down her back until they all could feel her calming down. Once she was composed enough to let them know she was all right, they helped her off the ATV and get control over her legs as they had been spread so wide for so long.

Storm and Trey took off their backpacks and each opened them up, and to Lisa’s surprise, they pulled out three handguns. Each keeping one, Storm handed one to Austin before he began to give instructions. “Trey and Austin will go in first to make sure it’s clear. Once they give the okay, Doc, Lisa, and I will head in. Lisa, I want you to be careful inside and I want you to stay with one of us at all times. If you remember anything let us know right away.”

Nodding, she slipped her hand into his left one, leaving his right hand free for his gun. Austin and Trey made their way to the door and held their gun up straight in the air so it was pointing to the sky. Trey tried the door. It was unlocked and he pushed it open. Moving their guns down to aim in front of them, they entered cautiously. Clearing the first floor, Trey moved to the staircase at the back of the cabin. As quickly as they had cleared the first floor, Trey had cleared the second, which was basically a loft. Coming back down the stairs, he shouted out the door, “Clear! Come on in!”

Storm pushed the gun into the waistband of his jeans and started toward the door. When they arrived he growled at the hole in the door. Upon examination, the wood splintered inward and he had to wonder what had caused that. He wondered what else would need to be repaired. Pushing the door open, he entered before Lisa and found the interior as it should be except for the bed. Surprised it looked decent he had only to frown that the renter had moved the entire bed, frame, headboard, and footboard included, down to the first floor. Odd, but just like Lisa had described.