Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

A twig snapped from behind them and they both stood to attention, reaching for the firearms they kept at their sides until Austin came into view. “Sorry guys. I should have said something.”

The two brothers squatted again next to the woman, both shaking their heads in disgust. The action wasn’t missed by their cousin.

“I’m surprised about the handcuffs myself. What else have you found?”

“She’s still unconscious. We need to get her home and get Doc out as soon as possible,” Storm said. “She’s been beaten. Give me your phone, Trey.”

Handing over the small device, Storm set it into camera mode and began snapping pictures of the woman’s face and body to record what she looked like when they found her along with the handcuffs. If she was a prisoner, they needed to cover their own hides, but also, if she was a prisoner, she didn’t deserve to be beaten up.

The surprise came when Trey pulled her toward him so his brother could take more pictures and they found the puncture wounds to the neck. Snapping more pictures, the men became more irritated with what they found.

When they were finished Storm handed the camera back to Trey and then mounted his horse. Austin picked the woman up as easily as if he were picking up a bag of feed. He then handed her up to Storm, who sat a bit back in the saddle and sat her in front of him, his arm around her chest to hold her up. The others mounted up and they rode down the mountain.

* * * *

Philip had nearly reached his prey when he heard the horses arriving so he had to hide behind a large tree a few hundred yards away. He watched them bring up his captive from the ravine and then take pictures of her before setting off. He needed to get those pictures from them and needed to get Lisa away from them for his life now depended on it. Either the cops would get him for his crimes or the mob would kill him. He knew he should have killed her in her apartment and not let lust rule his body.

The doctor was waiting outside the ranch house on the front porch, sitting in one of the chairs, feet up on the railing, when the small group rode up. Several ranch hands rushed out to take the horses to cool them down and settle them back into their stalls. They knew if Doc was there the bosses would need help. Shock registered on their faces when they saw the woman slumped against Storm, but they quickly gained their composure and went about the tasks at hand.

Austin took Lisa into his arms before Storm dismounted and went up to the porch to greet Doc Anderson. Once Trey had met up with them they all entered the house and Storm motioned for Austin to take her to the only room available, which was their parents’ old room. Neither of the boys had felt it was right to take the room so they had left it as a guest room.

Laying her on the side of the large king-size bed Austin stepped away, letting the doctor have to do an examination. The three men watched anxiously as the man looked her over. The older man didn’t say a word when he saw the cuffs and examined her other wrist. They watched him check the bandage on her left upper arm and find the bullet wound, which had been cleaned. He seemed to be infuriated by the marks from the manacles on her legs. The lump on her head seemed to be a concern, and when the doctor checked her pupils, they noticed her eyes were shaking.

Standing, he shook his head. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me take her into the hospital?”

The three men glanced at each other. They had talked on the way back to the house and came to the conclusion that they all wanted her. It wouldn’t be the first time they had shared a woman, so that wasn’t a problem between them, but they all knew they needed to protect her from whatever demon was trying to hurt her. They knew she belonged with them and she had been a long time coming to them.

Storm stepped forward. “Doc, she has been through a terrible ordeal, and unfortunately we didn’t find the person responsible for this so I think it’s best she stay with us. We can protect her here. Just let us know what we need to get for her.”

“She has a concussion and she needs to remain in bed at least for a couple of days even if she regains consciousness soon. There will be dizziness and possibly vomiting. The pain will be great but no painkillers until her eyes stop jittering. Clean her body gently. I’ll be back in two days to check on her. Trey, you should know what to do with her.”

“Yes sir,” the trio said in unison.

“If you need me, call me any time and I’ll be out as quick as I can,” Doctor Anderson said as he shook hands with each of them.

“And guys…” They looked at him. “Be gentle on her. Give her some time to adjust.”

Shocked expressions floated through the trio at the statement, but they weren’t too concerned about the old coot. They knew his secrets as well.

The older gentleman left them alone with the woman who had them hard as steel all the way home. Trey found the trip difficult with the task he needed to perform on the way back, and Storm had his own difficulty holding the woman, his arm lying beneath her breasts, tempted to let his hand splay across them but kept himself in check. Austin couldn’t get the image of the handcuffs from his mind. Was she into bondage? Could she fulfill that desire of his, of theirs? Did someone get too overzealous in a scene and spook her? But what about the fact that she had been shot? They all their own thoughts dealing with the woman but when all was said and done, it was up to them to protect her and to seduce her.

The men split up to perform tasks. Storm went into the adjoining bathroom and began to run warm water in the sink while Trey went to the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee, and retrieved a large bowl to take back to his brother. Austin gathered some towels and washcloths from the linen closet in the hall, along with some extra blankets. He also grabbed a clean T-shirt from his room, thankful that Martha had done the laundry.

After filling the bowl with warm water, the men converged on the bed, surrounding the woman. At first none of them knew how to start with their task. Even though they desired her, they respected the fact she was a woman, and since they didn’t know her, guilt swept over them about undressing her.

Slipping an arm under her shoulders, Austin lifted her torso and let Trey gently remove the dirty black tank top, allowing her breasts to spill free from their loose confines. Taking a wet washcloth Austin wiped down her back, making sure to remove all traces of dirt, pebbles, and foliage that had stuck to her body, while studiously trying to avoid staring at the white globes topped with luscious dark-pink nipples that had hardened in the cool air.

Trey began to wash down one side of her while Storm washed the other, each man being as gentle as possible. Moans emanated from the woman and the men were unsure if it was from pain or something else in her subconscious, especially when their hands cleaned her breasts. Her nipples puckered even more at their ministrations while the men salivated at the sight. Each of them had to readjust themselves within their tight jeans before continuing and knew this was going to be a long night.

The tattoo caught their attention. The green-and-yellow coloring contrasted with the black lines. As Austin had seen before, the open mouth of the dragon was near her nipple as if it were going to enjoy the delectable hard nub, and as they followed it, it wrapped around her ribcage, moving across her back. Its tail ended up on her left ass cheek, the pointed tip as if an arrow pointing toward her anus. The men traced it with their hands, lost in the moment, amazed that such an innocent-looking woman was so decadent with the art.

After cleaning her all over, they dressed her in the T-shirt that Austin had provided, though she looked so lost within the large garment. Austin brushed her hair gently, remembering the way his mother loved to have hers done when he was younger. He had loved to brush her long, dark hair that came down below her rear as he was always eager to please her after his father left them. The memories weren’t good from his childhood, but he was thankful that his aunt and uncle had helped them out so there were some good recollections interspersed with the bad.

When they finished cleaning her up, Storm pulled the sheet and blanket down while Austin picked her up and moved her to the center of the bed. Replacing the sheet and blanket, Storm laid down on her right side while Austin sat on the left. Trey left the room to gather up some much needed food along with coffee to help keep them awake. Returning about half hour later, he returned with a tray piled with sandwiches, chips, cups of coffee, and some treats for dessert as they hadn’t had a chance to eat out on the trail.

Settling down on the end of the bed, he set the tray at the end of Lisa’s feet so the others could easily reach it, and they ate in silence, watching their patient. The room remained silent as the shadows moved slowly as the day outside turned into dusk and then night. A bedside lamp was turned on and the men remained, though Austin had returned the tray to the kitchen when he had checked with Kevin, the ranch hand he had left in charge in his absence to make sure everything was running all right, before returning to the room, to their woman.

* * * *

The woman slowly woke, confused from her surroundings. This was not her apartment. She didn’t remember how she got there but she saw the three men in bed with her. Her head hurt though she didn’t know why, and she hoped the men hadn’t hurt her.

Flashes of her life came into her head and it frightened her. Moving her hand up to her head, the cuff clanked on her wrist, causing all three men to jump up. Their quick movement frightened her as she instinctively pulled herself into a ball, remembering that someone had hit her before.

A soothing, husky voice to her left sounded near her ear as Austin put a hand on her hip. “Sshhh, little one. We are not going to hurt you.”

“Can you look at me, darlin’? Please?” Storm asked.

Slowly she pulled her arms down away from her head and looked into the light-blue eyes that belonged to one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The concern in them caused a calm to settle upon her body and she felt she could trust him. Letting her eyes take in his features, she found his blond hair was straight down to his shoulders, which were wide beneath the shirt he wore. His bottom lip was full but she couldn’t see the top lip under the mustache he sported and the thought of him kissing her caused her pussy to leak and her nipples to harden.

Turning to her left, she found a darker man watching her intently. His dark-brown eyes bore into her as if searching her soul, while a smile played at his full lips. A lump on the bridge of his nose testified to the break he had suffered, probably while playing football, and his high cheekbones were something any woman would kill for. His long brown hair spilled down to his waist and she wondered what it would be like to wrap her hands in it or have it drape across her naked breasts while he sucked on her nipples. He, too, was broad in the shoulders, his hand large with thick fingers that were splayed on her hip.

At the end of the bed, at her feet was a man with similar looks to the one to her right, though he had dark-blond hair that came to right above his shoulders. His green eyes flashed with delight, but she also saw desire there. He sported a scruffy beard as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days, which was becoming on him. He, too, was solidly built and she wanted to see what these men looked like without their clothes.

Looking back at Storm she tried to sit up but found that a dizzying feat so stayed where she was, relaxing and stretching out her body. “Where am I?”

“You are at our home. We found you in the mountains after you fell down a ravine. What is your name?”

Opening her mouth she started to speak, but closed it again quickly when she couldn’t remember. Confusion ruled her features and the men took it as stubbornness.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Austin tried to reassure her. “We are trying to help you.”

Tears welled in her iris-colored eyes as she looked from one man to the other and then landed back on Storm as he gathered her in his arms.

“It’s okay, darlin’. We promise not to hurt you. Were you running from someone? Did someone hurt you?” Storm asked.

A sob escaped her throat as her right arm flew around his shoulder, hugging him close to her. “I can’t remember what happened! I can’t even remember my name!”

* * * *

Storm let her hold onto him as his right hand splayed on her waist, reveling in the fact that they were each getting to touch her in some way as a comforting gesture, though causing him to use as much willpower necessary to keep from laying her down and ravishing her body. Austin moved closer, his hips barely touching her ass cheeks as he ran his fingers up and down her spine while Trey moved up and stroked one of her legs that stuck out from beneath the massive tee she wore.

They had all seen the tattoo and the curvy hips along with her waxed cunt. Her breasts were bigger than what a girl her size would normally have, and they wondered about implants though it didn’t look like it, but only time would tell. Storm liked big breasts, liked to suck on them and bite them. He had always been a breast man. Trey was the pussy man. He could spend hours eating a woman’s pussy, giving her orgasm after orgasm, while Austin was an ass man. He loved to bury his long, thick cock into a woman, and after seeing the tattoo pointing the way to her little puckered hole, Storm knew how much that enticed the man.

When she finally calmed down, Storm laid her back on the bed. Looking down at her he wanted nothing more than to kiss her full lips but had to restrain himself for her sake as well as his own. They needed to take care of her, protect her. “Are you hungry?” he asked as he stood.