Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

The mirror was fogging up with the heat of the running water. She loved a bath hot enough to leave her red as a lobster. At first it was to clean off all the filth that she was around all day, but she came to enjoy the way her body felt so cleansed afterward, along with being so relaxed. Stepping into the tub, she sank slowly into the hot water, closing her eyes as she leaned back and rested her head against the edge. When the water had risen to her chest she leaned over and turned off the water. Foregoing the jets she lay back again and relished the relaxing moment as she had no idea how long it would be before her men would come to check on her. Yes, she loved all three of the men, but she felt womanly to be able to have a nice, hot bath alone. She did it also to be able to allow her body to feel relaxed for whatever her men would have planned for her.

Wishing she had a book to keep herself company she lay there trying to wrap her mind around the events that had happened in the past few days. The bust had gone down the way she had expected, with them actually arresting Alexander Markova and most of his lieutenants along with several crime bosses from other cities. Minor players within the organization were taken in also. Hopefully the amount of evidence that she had gathered along with some other undercover agents and cops would take these guys off the streets for good. She never expected Philip to make bail so quickly with the bosses behind bars, but she wondered if he got out, were the others out also. Disappointment and anger had her on the edge. She would need to talk to Trey about what they would need to do, but hopefully she would have tonight to be with her men before getting back to work on the case. They’d have to work out the details on location of the job later also.

When the water began to cool down, Lyndee picked up a washcloth and the bathing gel. Pouring the scented gel onto the cloth she heard a light knock on the door. “Come in.”

Austin popped his head around the opening door. She noticed the twinkle in his dark eyes as they lit upon her. The image of herself on her knees while water ran in rivulets down her body caused a flush to rise upon her cheeks as she began to soap up her body. For the first time in her life she realized that something so menial as washing could be so sensual when a man watched her. She had so much to learn.

* * * *

The tall Native American man entered fully and leaned against the counter, arms crossed in front of his chest, ankles crossed with lust painted on his face. Oh how he wanted her under him right now, though the trio of men had agreed to hold off until after dinner. While watching the soapy cloth wash each of her breasts he had a mental chat with his stiffening cock, though he realized it wasn’t listening. He had to smile, which wasn’t missed by his woman in the tub.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked seductively, as if she didn’t know. She had seen the bulge in his jeans growing and it pleased her that she had that effect on him, on all of them.

A chuckle emanated from deep in his chest. “You know what I’m thinking, little one. Since we found you, you are always on my mind. You are embedded in my mind and in my heart. You are our woman and none of us will let you go.”

The thrill that shot through her went straight to her heart. It confused her that they had known each other such a short time, though they knew they loved each other immensely. However there was still fear for the future, for her at least. She didn’t know how this was going to work, loving three men. What if they got jealous of each other? What would other people think about such a relationship? What about her job and her independence? There were questions that needed to be answered and hopefully they would give them to her soon.

Picking up the towel she had laid on the edge of the tub, Austin held it out for her. After rinsing off her body Lyndee stood up and let him help her step over the edge. His large hands wrapped the large towel around her body then let his arms slip around her waist and he held her to him. Leaning his head down, he kissed the top of her head, squeezing her to him.

“I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, little one, and I will be with you through this whole mess. Then you will come back here to us.”

Turning in his arms she laid her head on his chest. “I might not be back for a while.”

Hugging her tightly, he said, “I’m not letting you go and I refuse to let you go through this alone. I will be going with you.”

She tried to pull back so she could look at him, but he held her still so she spoke into his chest. “I appreciate the offer but I can’t take you away from the ranch for so long.”

Trying to remain calm, Austin breathed in slowly before exhaling. “I’m not offering. I’m going with you, no arguing.”

Knowing she wouldn’t win, she nodded her head and smiled. “We’ll have to get a bigger bed. You won’t fit in mine.”

Bending her backward he lowered his mouth to cover hers in a soft kiss before letting her go. “Now go get dressed. Supper is ready,” he said, smiling before popping her on her terry-covered derriere, “and be quick about it. We men are starving.”

Protesting as if he had hurt her, she exclaimed, “Ouch! That hurt!”

Stepping up to her small frame, he put two fingers under her chin and lifted it so she looked into his eyes. “Baby that was nothin’. I’ll show you what a real spanking is,” he drawled, his voice dropping an octave with his carnal lust. He noticed her shiver at his words but also saw the light twinkle in her eyes. He had been right about her. She was a hardworking cop who needed a break from being in control, and they were the men to control her sexual needs.

“Get dressed,” he said with a sigh and then turned and walked out the door, leaving her to stare after him.

* * * *

Drying off she went around to the closet and chose her clothes carefully for the evening. Excitement coursed through her body, her nipples already hard peaks and her pussy moist. A flowing skirt in a sky blue that came just below her knees matched with a red tank top captured the outer image. Beneath that was a black strapless demi-bra that did little to cover the nipples that could be seen through the cotton of the tank and nothing else. Daringly she opted to tempt fate and not wear any panties, which shot a thrill through her body that went straight to her pussy, causing it to weep even more.

Barefoot was the order for the evening as she figured they wouldn’t be going outside. Removing the clip from her hair she removed the elastic band from the bottom of her hair and began to undo the braid. Taking a brush, she brushed through the golden strands before returning them to the braid, the easiest style to help keep them from her face. Glancing in the mirror she was satisfied with her look and made her way down the hallway to find her men.

In the living room she found them relaxing, a reality show on the TV. Each had a glass of liquor that they were nursing as they watched the action on the wide screen. From her vantage point where the hallway emptied into the main room, she silently watched her men for a few minutes. Was this the way their evenings would be spent? Or would they be doing something else each night? She had to wonder especially being used to city life.

The tinkling of ice in a glass brought her out of her reflections and a sigh brought all three of their attentions to her. Smiles on their faces, they rose and came toward her. Each kissed her on the cheek, first Storm, Trey, and then Austin brought up the rear. He escorted her into the kitchen where they all sat at the table to enjoy the meal that Martha had prepared for them. Conversation revolved around the trip Trey had made to town while Lyndee slept.

“How long did I sleep?” she asked with amazement as she knew how long it took for them to get to Kalispell the previous day.

“Darlin’, you were out for a good four hours. We knew you were tired and needed the rest,” Storm said compassionately, patting her hand. Then, with a devilish grin, he said, “I’m glad. You look well rested. You’ll relax tonight, but not the way you think.”

A blush tinged her cheeks while each of the men watched her and smiled wickedly, and she felt her breasts swell with anticipation, not to mention what was happening in her groin. The men all watched as her nipples strained against the material. Trey swore while his cousin sucked in a deep breath. Storm continued to look at her, his eyes hooded and lust filled. Nervously Lyndee picked at what food was left on her plate, which was most of it, before the butterflies doing the cha-cha in her stomach won out. Standing she took her plate over to the sink and set it down gently, leaning against the sink and taking in a deep breath as she gazed out into the waning light.

An arm slipped around her waist and a light kiss was placed on the side of her neck. She didn’t have to turn to see who it was. A smile touched her lips. Trey. “Don’t be frightened,” he whispered before kissing her neck again. “Remember, we’ll stop if you want us to.”

He placed his plate in the sink along with hers before slipping his hand away. Another arm slipped around her and she could tell by the strength in it that it was Austin. Placing his dish in the sink, he pulled her braid, forcing her head up to look at him. His eyes were nearly black with desire before he bent down and kissed her lips lightly. A shiver ran through her. Letting go, he too walked away.

The scraping of the chair at the table announced that Storm had risen. His boots sounded like strikes of thunder as he made his way over to the sink, stopping right behind her. Reaching around her petite frame, he placed his plate in the sink on top of the others. One arm circled her waist while the other circled her shoulders, his hand splayed right above one of her breasts. Breathing became difficult for Lyndee as she was pulled back against his body, his hardened cock nudging her back.

Her head fell back against his chest, her eyes hooded with her emotions. He felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest and knew he had to calm her down. Whispering, he sounded like his everyday self. “Breathe, darlin’. We are not going to hurt you in any way that you don’t want us to. We provide pleasurable pain. A pain that will bring you to ecstasy. If you don’t like something, you have the right to say so. We won’t look upon you badly. We know you have been through a horrible ordeal and we don’t want you to panic and hurt yourself, or one of us. Do you understand?”

The heart under his hand began to slow down its beating. It wasn’t quite normal, but more of a tattoo of desire, not fear. Her breathing had become regular again. Kissing the top of her head, he turned her and pointed at the door that led to the basement. “Go downstairs, strip out of your skirt and top, and leave your under things on. Then go to the bed there, put the blindfold on, and wait for us in the middle of the bed. Understood?”

Nodding slowly, she swallowed the golf ball sized lump in her throat and thought this was the worst time to go without panties. Damn! Making her way to the door that would lead her in a new direction sexually, she went apprehensively. When she got to the door, she turned to each of the men, who smiled at her, before turning the knob. Opening the door, she descended to her fate, her stomach churning in excitement and fear. She knew when she came back up those stairs she would be a different person.

Anticipation filled her on what lay in the room below the house. At the bottom of the stairs there was a “T” section. To the right, where the banister actually opened up toward the bottom of the stairs, was a home gym area. A treadmill and an elliptical lined one wall with a TV in front of each machine. Several weight benches sat around the room while a boxer’s bag hung in the corner. The weights themselves sat on shelves beneath the stairs. At least she now knew where they got their fantastic muscles from.

To the left of the stairs there was an open door. The light was already on and as she walked in her breath drew in sharply. A bed was the centerpiece of the room, a recessed light above it spotlighting it. It was a four-poster, though the posts were common four-by-fours with metal loops strategically placed up the length of each of them. Lyndee figured they could tie a woman up at different heights according to their needs. Black sheets covered the bed and pillows lined one end of the bed.

Other items filled each corner of the room but the bed was what caught her attention the most, especially its location. She remembered another bed in the middle of a room and one that she had been held captive in. Panic choked her breathing and she began to shake. Talking to herself within the confines of her mind, she tried to tell herself that this wasn’t the same, but fear still held her captive in her mind the same way Philip had physically.

Overpowered by the sight of the bed she hadn’t heard the men coming down the stairs, nor had she realized they had stopped right behind her. Visibly shaking she tried to take a step but her foot wouldn’t move more than an inch. She wanted this so bad right now, to show her men that she was brave and sexy, but her mind just wouldn’t cooperate. Tears streamed down her cheeks and just when she felt she would turn and run, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a light touch so it didn’t frighten her, but she didn’t want to turn to face the men as it would disappoint them that she couldn’t get into the bed where they wanted her.

Glancing down to the hand on her shoulder, it was the one hand she hadn’t expected to be there. The hand belonged to the one who was foretold to be the most domineering. Storm gently turned her toward the three of them, though she went reluctantly. Concern and shame was plastered on their faces as they had come to realize what they had just done to her when they told her to go downstairs alone.