Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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!”
     
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    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.
     
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    Nodding, she again tried to sit up as he left the room. This time the dizziness wasn’t so bad and Austin propped up pillows behind her so she was comfortable. Taking her hand in his, she was shocked to see how it dwarfed her own but delighted in how the callused skin felt good against her soft skin. She could tell these were men who worked for a living, though she had met many a man in her line of work that did.
    The thought frightened her. Her line of work? Flashes of memory floated through her mind. She was dressed in skimpy dresses along with other women, made up to look trashy, high stiletto heels strapped to her feet. What the hell? That wasn’t her at all. Shaking her head she tried to get the images to leave her brain but instead caused the dizziness to get worse, and she leaned back into the pillows, eyes shut tight.
    This action wasn’t lost on the two men remaining in the room and Austin’s other hand came up and began caressing her cheek. “What is it, little one? Did you remember something?”
    Nodding sadly, the tears rolled down her cheeks at the memory. Disbelief at what had been revealed through the flashback hurt her to the core as she felt she was stronger than that. But then why did her body react to the three men who had rescued her the way it had. Perhaps she was mistaken.
    “My name is Lisa,” she said between sobs. “I think I am a prostitute!”
    She felt Austin grab her up against his hard chest, hugging her to him in an offer of comfort. Oddly, she felt as if she was home in his arms, but the revelation was unnerving for her. She could only accept his comfort, though for how long?
    Concern struck her though when she felt Trey rise from the bed and storm out of the room. Could he not deal with her so-called profession?
     
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    Storm heard Trey making his way down the hall, passing the kitchen, and letting the wood and screen door slam behind him.
    Popping his head out the door of the kitchen, Storm watched his brother angrily leave the porch and stand out in the driveway talking to someone. Something had happened that had pissed his little brother off. Going back down to the bedroom, Storm took a beer for each of the men and a glass of water for their patient. Entering the doorway, he saw Austin cuddling their woman and instantly he assumed his