4.5 STARS: "Although it is heartbreaking, I was pleased to find out why Angela was so destructive and vindictive in book one and why she is so different in book two. Wolf and Lawrence have a complex relationship as well but both men have wills of iron and are willing to face anything to be with the one's they love. Angela's Reawakening is another story where Eileen Green pulls you straight into the story right from page one. It is filled with suspense, romance and a sense of homecoming. Pick up a copy for yourself and learn why Men of Montana is such a great series and why Eileen is such a talented author who you will want to keep an eye out for. Series Order: Angela Lawson, Lawrence Whitaker and Running Wolf Lighthorse were first introduced in Lyndee's Saviors, book 1 of the Men of Montana series. I recommend reading book one in this series before proceeding to book two. You could read Angela's Reawakening on its own as Eileen Green gives enough information to explain any references to the previous book. But she gives the bare minimum. Reading this tory after reading book one is so much better as you get more in-depth with what impacts these characters. You will get to see how much Angela has changed and that is integral to knowing Angela and where she came from." -- Delanna, Night Owl Erotica
“I’m flawed Lawrence. You can’t still want me!”
Releasing her, he spun her around to face him, seeing the pain in her face. “I don’t care what you think. You’ve shown me a beautiful caring woman in the past few months and that is the woman I see before me. I still want you. I will always want you, Angela!”
Sitting down on the foot of the bed, he pulled her into his lap and held her captive in his arms, though not too tightly as he didn’t want to scare her. When she turned her head away from him, he moved her gaze back to him by laying his hand on her cheek and guided her face toward his.
“Wolf and I like you a lot and we want you to be a part of us. We will keep you safe through all of this mess. I promise you that we will be there for you.”
Angela looked at this blond, tanned man that held her as if he were an oddity. He was to her. He wanted her even though she was damaged. He was a stranger in this land of cowboys which she prayed he could adapt to.
“I don’t want you to make promises you can’t keep,” she whispered to him, never taking her eyes off his. She could see the tears there, and that made her heart open to him even though she didn’t want to. She was still afraid. As it was right now, he said he and Wolf wanted her but there was someone missing. “Where’s Wolf?”
Lawrence looked at her as if he knew what she was thinking when a husky voice drawled saying, “I’m right here, Angela.”
A set of honey colored eyes and a set of green ones moved in unison to the doorway to find the Native American leaned up against the doorjamb, arms crossed at his massive chest. “I will be here for you, like Lawrence said. We will help you through this and we will take care of Owen, once and for all.”
* * * *
Lawrence smiled and held out his hand to his lover, his other arm still wrapped around Angela’s waist. Pushing his frame off the doorjamb, Wolf sauntered over to the man he loved and the woman they already knew they were in love with. Letting his bronzed hand slide into Lawrence’s pale one, he sat next to his Alpha male, letting his other hand pull Angela’s calves onto his own denim clad thighs so her legs draped across both his and Lawrence’s laps.
Angela smiled shyly at the two men. When she had gone to visit them in Denver a couple of weeks after the trial, they had openly told her of their love for each other. They had also declared their interest in her and she found she was developing feelings for them too. With each subsequent visit after that she found herself falling in love with them.
No attempts of sexual affection were made between the two men at that any time during her visits, but she wasn’t naïve. Right then, she wanted them both. She wanted them to prove they wanted to protect her but she also wanted to see them love each other.
A fire burned deep inside her. It was something she had never felt before with any of the men she had been with, including the Goodall brothers and Austin. Her heart ached within her chest, which was alien to her also as she sat on the two men. A brief wonder swept through her as she thought of love, but that would have to be thought of later, when she could rationally put all thoughts together. Right now, she just wanted their strength and what seemed to pass as love to envelope her.
Letting bravery take control of her, Angela laid her hand on the two manly hands still clasped together resting on the juncture of their thighs and said truthfully, “I trust you two explicitly, but I don’t want either one of you to get hurt because of me.”
Lawrence squeezed her waist, his voice strong as he spoke “We won’t do anything to lose your trust, sweetie. We promise to do everything to protect you, but if we do get hurt, it’ll be out of love for you.”
Thinking about his words, Angela knew that was all they could give her. There were no guarantees when it came to life and she knew that after the ordeal with Lyndee. She couldn’t waste time in the past, though it still hurt. These two men were offering her something she never thought she would have a chance at and she was going to take it.
Nodding, she smiled before wrapping her arms around each of their necks. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank us,” Wolf said, burying his face into her hair. “We do this out of love for you.”
The three sat together holding each other for several minutes until a throat being cleared caught their attention. Looking up, they found Connor watching them.
“Is everything all right?” he asked looking as if he was unsure of what he would find with his sister.
* * * *
Angela pulled her face away from the men’s necks and looked up at him. A bit of a smile touched her rose-colored lips as she nodded in response to his question, though he noticed the worried look swipe her features as if she was embarrassed at the compromising position he had found her in.
For the first time in ages, Angela looked at ease sitting on Lawrence’s and Wolf’s laps. Connor, who had the worry of raising his kid sister after their father passed away, saw a shift in her emotions. Peacefulness seemed to have settled upon her, the worry lines around her eyes easing. Perhaps he wasn’t going to have to be concerned about her, at least after Owen was sent back to prison.
Dipping two of his fingers into the stick of butter he held them up to show Angela as he stepped between her legs. A squeal escaped her lips as she tried to back up but her back came in contact with the backsplash. Wolf’s hand flashed out quickly and grabbed her left breast, wiping the yellow oily butter onto her before moving to her right breast and repeating the motion. She screamed reaching for the dishcloth resting between the double sinks. A large bronzed hand stopped hers.
Wolf’s left hand turned the knob on the stove, turning off the burner as his right hand caressed her slippery breast. He was staring into her green eyes which had turned a darker green from where Lawrence stood. Wolf leaned over and swiped his tongue across Angela’s turgid nipple. She gasped at the action, looking down adoringly at the man pleasuring her. His mouth captured the hard nub between his teeth and tugged on it, pulling it out from her breast.
The moan that emanated from her was a cock teaser and both occupants of the kitchen turned to see where the gasp had come from. Shock and guilt registered on both faces when they saw Lawrence standing there, neither moving. Wolf’s teeth remained on the nipple though his head was turned, causing more pleasurable pain for Angela, the moaning becoming more evident.
* * * *
Lawrence had stood fascinated at the scene as it unfolded before him, wanting to see how his two lovers interacted with each other. He had to tell his dick to settle down, but it wasn’t listening. He wanted to join them and move this to the bedroom, but he also wanted to see them interact together without them knowing he was there just yet.
Finally, after being noticed, Lawrence moved into the room, slowly, as his dick was so swollen within his briefs. Stepping over to the two, he watched as Wolf released Angela’s nipple, he watched it retract to her breast, wet with their lover’s saliva. The two stared at him as he approached and he could see the apprehension in their eyes.
Stopping next to Wolf, Lawrence snaked his hand behind the man’s neck and pulled him to him. His lips slashed across Wolf’s oily lips, his tongue slipping out to taste his man with a slight hint of butter. His tongue urged the lips open and Lawrence thrust it into the cavern that was Wolf’s mouth. Their tongues dueled for a minute before Lawrence pulled back, his lips sipping several times at the full lips beneath his before releasing his hand from Wolf’s neck.
He turned to the woman sitting on the counter, spread out before the two. Lawrence whipped his other hand out and grabbed Angela’s chin, pulling her face down to his, his eyes daring her to pull away. She let him orchestrate the moment.
“Kiss me,” Lawrence commanded.
Angela leaned down, pressing her lips to his, tentatively. It was a light, brief touch of her lips on his but enough to cause his heart to slam against the wall of his chest. He wanted more. Slamming his mouth onto hers, his tongue demanded entrance. Her lips opened beneath his prying mouth letting his tongue slip through into her depths. He felt as if he was touching heaven as his tongue touched hers and then glided across the velvety surface. Sweeping it around, Lawrence caressed all the areas of her mouth, exploring all that belonged to him there.
He ravaged her mouth, enjoying his time there as he felt Wolf’s hand on his back, caressing it lovingly. It thrilled Lawrence that Wolf watched this interaction between them but he also sensed that the man wanted to join them. Reaching around with his free hand, he let it wander to his lover’s crotch and found what he wanted. The hard length beneath the denim excited him. Pulling his lips from Angela’s, Lawrence looked into her dark, lust-filled eyes. Her tongue licked out to taste the lingering flavor of him but also out of nervousness.
Still staring into the green pools of her eyes, he bent down and captured her nipple in his mouth. He sucked the butter from the hard nub, twirling his tongue around it. When he felt hands upon his shoulders, he knew they were Wolf’s since Angela hadn’t moved. His suit coat was being removed as he continued to lave Angela’s breast. He could hear her breath hitching in her throat as he increased his suckling.
With his coat gone, he felt Wolf’s hard body press up against his as the hands moved around under his arms to cover his pecs. Lawrence groaned around the nipple in his mouth as fingers flicked at his own hardened nipples beneath the cotton fabric. Thrusting his hips back, he felt his man’s hard cock pressing against his ass. He groaned even more, knowing the sound reverberated through Angela’s breast as she thrust her chest further against his face.
Coming up for air, he leaned up and slashed his mouth against hers again as his hands came to rest on her hips. Pulling her closer to him, her pussy became flush with his abs. Through the fabric of his shirt and the denim of her jeans, he felt the heat from her core which heated him further. Sandwiched between both of his lovers, he felt as if he had come home completely for the first time in ages. His teeth nipped at Angela’s lips, plumping them with passion.
Wolf began to unbutton Lawrence’s shirt, pulling it out of his pants when he got to his waistband. When he was finished, he pulled the article from his partner’s muscular frame, tossing it aside. Fumbling with the belt Lawrence wore he finally unbuckled it and then undid the fastener of the fly before unzipping him. Wolf’s hand snaked down the waistband of his lover’s briefs and over the silky length of steel confined within the material.