Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (33 page)

“I’m happy that you are moving on, that you have people who love you and will do anything to protect you. I saw that in the aftermath last week. I’m going to miss you like crazy, but I want you to go on and love your men and have many babies. You deserve that happiness.”

Throwing her arms around him, she felt whole for the first time in ages. She knew he was right about everything. Perhaps when they got back home she could go for some therapy for she knew the PTSD was going to eat her up if she let it. She had seen it happen to many people before. “Thank you.”

“As Wolf said, you don’t have to thank me for helping you.”

“I know, but thank you for all the understanding also. It’s not every day a woman is going to have three husbands and an FBI agent is giving his blessing.”

He laughed as he wiped tears from her cheeks. Glancing over, he saw two men scowling at him. Standing, he helped Lyndee up before turning to the doorway. “Oh, get over it. She needs her man and her friend to help her now.”

Austin and Wolf made a beeline for Lyndee, the former gathering her in his strong arms while Wolf stood next to them, caressing her back. John stepped away. “We’re leaving in half an hour.”

* * * *

The next week was spent sequestered in the suite the Agency had set them up in. Wolf left each morning and returned late in the afternoon, usually too exhausted to get past dinner. Therapy was difficult on him, more his mind than his body. He was used to physical labor, but it frustrated him that he wasn’t able to make his body work the way he wanted. Usually after he ate he retired to his room, which was across the suite from Austin and Lyndee’s.

John had insisted Lyndee stay and work on paperwork from the suite, which she could transmit directly to him online. Austin was bored, she could tell, for he, too, was used to manual labor and being outdoors.

The second day of their captivity, they sat at the small table in front of the window overlooking downtown Denver, eating breakfast that had been brought in by room service. Wolf finished eating before Austin and Lyndee so when the knock at the door sounded, he went to answer it. Lawrence stood there in his dark suit, light-blue shirt, and a red tie. His streaked hair was slicked back from his morning shower, and his eyes were hooded as he took in Wolf’s appearance. Wolf grabbed his duffle bag from next to the door and the two were off.

The two occupants stared at the closed door before turning their attention back to each other. A smile lit Lyndee’s face when she saw the desire darken Austin’s already dark eyes. They looked black now as she was sure hers did too. Being bold, she untied the robe she wore, letting the belt and the lapel fall away, revealing her naked body. Her hands rose to her breasts, and she began to rub her nipples lightly, causing them to pucker tightly and turn a dusky rose color, all the while watching Austin.

His breath was shallow as he watched her. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he felt his cock firming within his jeans. Admiration and disbelief filled him. Admiration that she felt comfortable enough to play with herself to please him, and disbelief because he couldn’t believe that she had calmly sat there and eaten breakfast, naked under that robe, while Wolf was in the same room. A growl emanated from his chest. Stretching out his legs in front of him, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest, and watched his woman.

Lyndee looked up at him through half-open eyelids as she spread her legs open to his gaze. The table was slightly in the way, but it was a glass-topped table so he was able to view her ministrations without any difficulty. Tweaking her nipples, she pulled at them, elongating them between her fingers and thumb and then letting them snap back into place on her ample globes. After doing this several times, she let her right hand lightly glide down over her abs while her left hand continued to play with her left turgid nipple.

Her hips moved forward as her right hand was now at the beginning of her slit. Splitting her hand into sections, she let her middle finger slide into the moist folds that lay beneath her nether lips while the other parts of her hand slid down the slick outer part of her mons. As her finger rubbed across the hardened pearl that lay beneath its hood, a shiver shot through her as a moan escaped her. Rubbing back and forth a couple of times, she threw her head back against the top of the chair before moving her hand lower. Her finger slid smoothly into her pussy while the rest of her hand cupped it and she moved the finger back and forth against her G-spot, gasping as the tingling began.

Raising her left hand to her lips, she slipped her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it as if she were sucking on Austin’s cock. Sucking it in as far as it would go then bringing it back out before sucking it in again was a rhythm she repeated about ten times before she removed it and moved it down to her cunt and onto her clit. The finger moved in circles at the nub at the top of her slit as her other finger in her pussy pumped against the tender spot within her dark, moist cavern of love. Her hips began to undulate as her finger rubbed at the hard nub and her G-spot was massaged, everything picking up speed.

The pulsing from deep within her was getting stronger and stronger, little electrical currents shooting out to all parts of her body. Her breaths were coming in short pants. She was ready to ride the wave until she heard Austin’s voice sternly call to her. “Lyndee!”

Opening her eyes she looked at his through her lashes, her hair falling back down around her shoulders. Moaning her disappointment, she stopped her hands, though didn’t pull them away as she waited for him to say or do something.

“Continue,” he said, his eyes wide with lust, “but don’t close your eyes. Watch me while you play with yourself. Make yourself come for me.”

Unaware she had become so preoccupied with her own ministrations that she had closed her eyes, she began to move again, watching him as he tensed, trying to keep from pouncing on her. Inwardly she smiled that she could make him squirm like a teenager watching his first porn movie. Knowing that he wanted her so much caused her clit to stand erect so she flicked it with her fingernail, gasping at the sensation it shot through her body. Tapping her finger at the interior of her pussy, she continuously hit the soft spot that she had discovered was not a myth as many women had come to believe. Her men had shown her that spot and she relished the feelings it provided her.

It was so hard to keep her eyes focused on Austin as she teased her clit and G-spot as she got closer to her climax. Letting another finger slide into her and join the first one she pumped harder as sparks seemed to ignite within her pussy. Her clit throbbed under her other finger. Sensations built up from her core as she watched Austin’s hand move down toward the bulge in his jeans. Licking her lips in anticipation of the taste of his pre-cum, she squeezed her clit between her forefinger and thumb. Hips bucking out beneath her, electricity shot out from her, sizzling to every nerve ending in her body. Her keening was long and soulful as she rode her orgasm, her eyes hooded but still on her man, though she didn’t really see him. Black spots appeared in her vision and her breath was so ragged she thought she might pass out, but she let the aftershocks tease her pussy as the rest of her body tried to calm itself.

* * * *

Moving quickly, he was there in front of her before she slid off the chair, his arms grasping her waist. Hauling her up against him, he stood and strode to the closest sofa. Turning her around, he bent her face-first over the back of the piece of furniture, her ass an open invitation to him. With one hand on the small of her back he held her down while the other hand undid the buttons on his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. Widening his stance, he separated her legs as he bent at the knees. His free hand guided his penis toward her core, the dripping hole that it sought out. Its mate.

In one thrust, he was deep within her cunt, her hips being pushed up with each one. Bracing her hands on the sofa she held herself so he didn’t buck her over onto the floor. Her tits swung with each thrust, hitting her in the chin. The excitement of watching her pleasure herself had sent him over the edge and now he was ruthless with his fucking. A sheen of sweat settled on his features, a grimace on his face as he watched himself sink into her pussy over and over again, needing to fill her with his sperm, to mark her as his.

He could feel her vaginal walls begin to pulse and knew she was close as she hadn’t fully come completely down from her first orgasm. Moving his free hand around her hip he found her clit and began to rub it, her hips beginning to push back against his. His cum boiled in his balls as her sheath squeezed him and he felt the viscous sperm shooting its way to his cock and it would be only moments before it reached the tip. Pumping himself into her two more times, he slammed her hips into the back of the sofa as he let his cum expel at an alarming, nearly painful rate as he felt her spasm around him. He shouted as he released himself. At the same time she screamed her own release, each of them lost in their visceral orgasms.

Austin’s senses surfaced first as a pounding on the door caught his attention. Looking down at Lyndee, who was still dazed as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm, he knew she wasn’t coherent enough to move yet. Quickly he picked her up and laid her on the sofa, laying the red throw over her naked body. Buttoning up his jeans over his quickly diminishing cock he ran a hand through his long black tresses as he strode over to the offensive object.

Pulling open the door in irritation, he found the officer on duty standing there with gun in hand ready to kick the door in. Surprise registered on both men’s faces.

“I heard a lady scream,” the young officer said, looking up at Austin.

A flush stole to Austin’s cheeks, embarrassed that he would have to explain the scream his lady emanated in her orgasmic state. Shifting from one foot to the other, the Native American man, who in the past never cared about his partner’s comfort, had to protect his woman’s integrity. “I’m sorry if we scared you. We were playing around and I tickled her. She’s very ticklish.”

The officer looked past Austin and saw Lyndee on the couch smiling. “Sorry about that,” she called out. “My fault.”

Nodding his head, he waved slightly at Lyndee before stepping away from the door, holstering his gun. “Sorry about that,” he said hesitantly. “I’ll be right out here if you need anything.”

“No problem, officer. Thank you. You’re doing a very good job.” Austin closed the door, making sure it was locked before walking to the sofa. He sat down at Lyndee’s feet, drawing them onto his lap before he burst out laughing, trying not to be overly loud with his jocularity. Lyndee giggled but then as she watched Austin she sobered. Concerned, he asked, “What?”

“I have not seen you so relaxed that you could laugh and enjoy it,” she said. “You’ve always been so serious with everything that has happened that that was the first time I have seen you laugh.”

Austin knew that he had made her happy as he broke out of his comfort zone briefly but he also knew a war waged within his woman. He knew she still blamed herself for falling into their lives with all this danger attached to her, but he knew she still needed to learn to understand it wasn’t her fault and she had to come to terms with that. As Wolf had said the other day, she was surrounded by people who loved her and who would protect her no matter what.

Taking one foot in his hands he rubbed the ball of her foot with both thumbs, watching her as he did so. Her eyes closed at the sensation of someone taking control of her but not in the usual sexual nuances they had in the past. “I can laugh because of you. You have to remember that we are going to take care of you, little one, whether it’s providing for you, protecting you, or giving you our love. Your friends will protect you and provide their own form of love for you. You don’t have to shut us out or try to do things yourself. Let us fill your heart with love, comfort, and peace of mind.”

“I know,” she said with a sigh. “I have been on my own for so long and responsible for so much in the past few years, it’s hard to let go and trust other people.”

“I hope you can trust us to let go of your responsibilities and let us tend to you?”

It was a rhetorical question but she nodded her head and murmured, “Uh-hum,” before she sank further in the sofa, drifting off to sleep.

Austin let her sleep as he knew the previous night she hadn’t slept much due to nightmares. He hoped he would be able to calm her down enough to where she could sleep through the night without waking up unless it was at the hand of one of the three of them. He smiled as he watched her sleep, content to sit there with her feet in his lap.

A vibration in his pocket caught his attention. Pulling his phone from his pocket, thankful it was on vibrate, he read the text from his cousins wanting to know why there had been no contact in the past two days. Looking down at his sleeping beauty, he knew the outside world beckoned so he gently stood and laid her feet on the couch, covering them with the throw. Making his way out the sliding glass door, he stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the busy city. Dialing Storm’s number, he waited for the connection.

“Well, it’s about time!” Storm practically yelled at him. “What the hell is going on?”

After explaining what had transpired two days ago, both Storm and Trey cursed, letting Austin know he was on speaker phone. “Do you want us to come down?” Trey asked.