Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (29 page)

The men began to move, seesawing in and out of her holes while Storm pulled her head over and ran his hard cock across her lips, painting them with his pre-cum. Licking her lips of the proffered taste of Storm, she heard him growl as the other two fucked both her nether holes. Her tongue shot out and caressed the V of underside of the mushroom head at her lips before moving upward to the hole at its tip. He hissed at the touch of her tongue as it tried to dig into the hole before she pulled back and let her tongue run down the length of his hot swollen cock.

“Oh, geez,” Storm hissed before he aimed his dick at her mouth and shoved it in until it touched the back of her throat. Surprise registered on her flushed face and she swallowed around the girth of it and she heard him hiss again. Glancing up at him, she saw that his head was thrown back in his ecstasy, his eyes closed. Moving her head back and forth, she fucked his dick as Austin and Trey moved in her tight holes.

Her pelvic bone felt as if it was being split but the pressure and the heat there began to build as the men moved within her depths even faster. Panting was coming from all four of them as they were building toward that epic release. Austin reached down and found her clit, squeezing the swollen nub. The dam burst within Lyndee’s pussy first as her climax rocketed through her body, causing it to become rigid, her cunt clamping down on their cocks as she screamed out around Storm’s dick.

Austin shot his seed deep within her pussy, scalding her depths with the heat of it. Trey was next to cum as he shot hot streams of jism into her forbidden hole. The heat of both men’s seed caused her orgasm to continue as Storm released himself, his thick cum flooding her throat. She tried to swallow as much as she could as she rode the tidal wave of orgasm, though some leaked around her lips.

Pulling himself from her mouth, Storm collapsed onto the bed next to his cousin as Trey lay upon her back, his sweaty chest and abs covering her nakedness. Austin pulled her down gently to lie on his chest, holding her as close to him as possible with his cousin still on top of her, surrounding her with his body, arms, and legs.

Trey laid kisses along her shoulders and neck. Austin covered her lips with his gently, licking at them while Storm played with the nipple that was closest to him. Lyndee felt surrounded by their love and knew that she was going to miss all of them when she had to go back to Denver. Sighing, she laid her head on Austin’s chiseled chest.

“Are you all right, little one?” Austin asked, kissing the top of her head.

Lifting her head to look at him, she smiled. “Yes. I was just thinking how much I was going to miss all of you when I have to go back home.”

All three men stilled, Trey in the midst of pulling his flaccid cock from her ass. When no one moved, she looked from Austin to Storm and glanced back at Trey, each one wearing a solemn look upon their faces. Storm was the first to come out of the shock she sent them into as he leaned up on one elbow and reached out to cup her cheek.

“You are coming back, darlin’. Aren’t you?” he asked, frightened of what her answer would be.

Confusion crossed her features. They had wanted her to stay, or at least that’s what she thought they had wanted. Was she not clear on that in the past? Or had they changed their minds? Lowering her eyes, fighting to keep back the tears, she whispered, “Only if you want me to.”

Storm’s thumb moved to her chin and pulled her face toward his. She knew he saw the tears that had welled in her eyes, though she still looked downward. “Look at me,” he said sternly, and she knew he, Trey, and Austin were barely breathing in anticipation.

Rising up on her hands against the hard chest beneath her, she looked up at the man she had come to love in such a short amount of time and saw the concern in his eyes. Licking her lips with a suddenly dry tongue, she hoarsely said, “I know you had said you wanted me to stay, but I didn’t know if you really wanted me to.”

“Of course we do!” Storm practically snarled, causing her to jump. “What would make you think otherwise?”

With one blink of her eyes, the tears fell. They ran down her cheeks and rained onto Austin’s chest. The copper man beneath Lyndee covered one of her hands with his as it pressed into his chest. Trey withdrawing fully began rubbing his fingertips up and down her spine while kneeling between his cousin’s legs. Storm moved quickly to his knees and pulled her into his arms, apparently forgetting that Austin was still lodged within her pussy. Austin moaned.

“Oh, darlin’, did we hurt you?”

Trying to shake her head, she ended up rubbing her face on the tanned, hard pecs that adorned Storm, the light blond patch of fur between the bulging muscles becoming damp. Pure masculinity invaded her senses as she breathed in sweat, a bit of his musky cologne that lingered from his morning shower and a light scent of fabric softener. Funny, she hadn’t noticed the scents of the other men before. Perhaps she was trying to memorize them before she had to leave for a while. A deep sigh escaped her and she pulled slightly away, though relishing the feel of being enveloped in his arms.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. When you asked if I was staying, I thought perhaps you really didn’t want me to. Also, when you tied me down, you didn’t…” She sniffled as she let her sentence trail off, hiding her face again in his chest.

“We didn’t what?” Storm asked, his voice tinged slightly with irritation.

“Never mind,” she murmured into his chest.

Moving slightly away from her, Storm moved a hand up to her neck and pulled on her hair slightly to cause her to look up at him. Feeling vulnerable as each man stared at her, she flushed. Laying her hands on Storm’s chest for support, her eyelids lowered in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I’m not good at this.” She tried to smile but failed for fear of their answers. “You didn’t tie me up all the way and not tight, so I thought perhaps you changed your mind or didn’t want to play with me like you did others.”

Storm’s mouth dropped open and Austin somehow managed to rise to his knees next to her without knocking his cousins or Lyndee over. His hand went to her upper back while Trey’s sat at her hip on the opposite side. With their actions, she felt nervous, her stomach fluttering in anticipation of their responses.

Austin was the first to recover from the shock of her words. “Little one, we have never told you we want you to leave. We have loved you from the first time we saw you lying on the ground on that mountain, unconscious. You have our hearts, all of them. We never intended to let you leave here permanently. I will be going with you to Denver to help you move and deal with the end result of this mess.”

Trey kissed her cheek before turning her to face him. “We meant it when we said we loved you.”

Storm tipped her face back to him with a finger under her chin, sighing before speaking, as if he was choosing his words carefully. “We didn’t tie you up completely because we were afraid you might freak out because of what happened with you being kidnapped. We wanted to gauge your reaction.”

Nervously her teeth worried her bottom lip as she lowered her eyelids in embarrassment. She had really blown this whole evening. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Sometimes I can be a little unsure of myself with people. I know you said you wanted me to stay with you, but when you asked again if I was staying, I really thought you had changed your minds. Especially after what happened earlier today, I thought perhaps I was too much trouble for you. That I brought too much baggage.”

“Don’t ever think that, little one,” Austin said to her left. “We all have baggage but we move past it. If we didn’t care about you do you think we would have gone to the trouble we did this morning to protect you? We protect what’s ours. You belong to us and there is no more talk about us not wanting you. We love you and you are coming back here and marrying us.”

Turning to face him, surprise registering on her features, she asked breathily, “You do know that’s illegal!”

It was time to look at Trey as he spoke. “You’ll legally marry Storm since he’s the oldest, but Austin and I will commit ourselves to you as your husbands in a separate binding ceremony that a friend of ours from Texas will oversee.”

“But what will people think? What about Martha and the men who work with you? What about Connor? I knew that you shared women in the past but I just didn’t think you’d marry one of them. All of you.”

Storm raised a finger to her lips as she was rattling off questions as a display of her nerves getting the best of her. “Hush darlin’. You’re thinking too much. There are more of us out there than you think. There are many places out there that it’s the norm for our lifestyle. You don’t have to let your job influence your thinking. We love you and you love us, so there is nothing that will stop us from living life our way. The guys know about us. They’re fine with it. Martha has known us since we were kids so she knows what we are looking for. She’s going to love you as much as we do.”

Austin chuckled. “Well, maybe not as much as we do, but she’ll still love you. Even Doc understands our lifestyle. There are more people out there that accept us than you think.”

Having to switch from man to man as they spoke she was beginning to feel like she was going to get whiplash. She turned to Trey again as he spoke. “Did you not think it odd that the nurses at the hospital didn’t think twice about us showering you with attention at the hospital? Or that Anita wasn’t surprised? She even told us that she wished she had what we had so she wouldn’t be alone now that her husband was gone. Does that sound like there is going to be a problem with this relationship?”

Taking one last look at each of her men, she saw the love that emanated from them and knew they were right. This was something that they would make work and she would do her damnedest to make them all happy. Tears began to fall again but this time they were happy tears. Throwing her arms around Trey’s and Austin’s shoulders, she drew them together against her and Storm rested his forehead on hers, breathing a sigh of relief.

* * * *

Three days later, Lyndee walked down the hallway into the living room and found her men standing near the front door waiting for her. She was dressed in a black long-sleeved dress that was belted at the waist. Its “A” style skirt hung to just below her knees over the black stockings she wore, tipped by the black heels she wore on her feet, her big toes showing through the peepholes there. Her hair hung down her back, the ends curled while a slight trace of makeup adorned her face.

The three men sucked in a breath as she appeared, their woman looking beautiful and they were all proud she was theirs. They each wore a suit. Austin wore a white shirt beneath his black jacket with a black tie, while Storm and Trey wore light-blue shirts and dark-blue ties with their dark-blue suits. Black cowboy boots, shined, were upon their feet and each of them held a black felt cowboy hat. Storm and Trey’s hair were slicked down while Austin’s hung shiny down his back.

They were all handsome as Lyndee had never seen them dressed like this before. They were all the epitome of sexiness but it was a shame the reason they were all dressed so elegantly. They were heading into Kalispell to the funeral of Anita’s, the woman from the hospital, husband who had succumbed to his injuries. The men had offered their support to the woman and Storm had even paid for the funeral since they didn’t have any money.

James and David seemed to have taken a shine to the woman, even though she had just lost her husband and they would bide their time before approaching her. For now, they were friends offering their help.

Trey stepped forward and took Lyndee’s hand. “You look beautiful.”

Blushing, she smiled. “As do all of you.”

Storm stepped forward smiling. “Darlin’, men are handsome, not beautiful. But Trey is right. You are beautiful. You make us proud to stand by you.”

Austin smiled and stepped forward, though didn’t say a word. To Lyndee’s surprise, all three men got down on one knee. Storm took her left hand in his. “Lyndee Dwyer, we would officially all like to ask for your hand in marriage. We promise to love you and protect you as a trio and make you our one and only wife. Will you marry us?”

Sinking to her knees, tears in her eyes, she nodded, “Yes! Yes, I will marry each of you! You have made me so happy!”

She watched Storm slip a ring on her left ring finger. When he pulled his hand down to just hold her fingertips, she saw a one-carat diamond on her finger with two smaller diamonds on each side on a ring twisted of Black Hills gold.

“It’s beautiful,” she exclaimed.

“Not as beautiful as you are, honey,” Trey said as he turned her toward him for a kiss.

“Nothing can ever be as beautiful as you, darlin’,” Storm said before he kissed her.

Austin placed a hand on each of her cheeks and drew her to him and covered her lips passionately before pulling back. “You have made me the happiest man on earth.”

Tears still glittered in her eyes at the love they showed her and she giggled as she looked at the ring. The three men stood and each helped her to her feet. When she looked at them, they were looking at her quizzically.

“I love the ring, guys. I just thought I’d never see one there. I was beginning to wonder if this case was ever going to be cracked or if I was going to be some aged undercover prostitute. By then my chance to find a guy would have passed.”

Austin pulled her small left hand into his large one, the skin color contrasting. “Everything happens for a reason, and though I regret you had to go through so much pain and suffering, I’m glad Philip brought you here for us to find you. You have filled our hearts with love and joy.”