Augusta's Delicious Bodyguards (MFM)

Men of Montana 16

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 45,085
5 Ratings (4.4)

[Menage Amour: Contemporary Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Starting up and running a bakery is hard work, which Augusta Manning has paid her dues.  On a chance meeting, Trent Blake and Hunter Simpson have become enamored by Augusta. 

Hunter and Trent know about the ménage relationships that have sprung up in the area, so they decide they want to share the beauty.  Getting her on the same page is a bit difficult since she believes the shop needs her every minute they are open. 

The opportunity to spend time with her also lends itself to the fact that Augusta’s ex has been harassing her for money.  Unfortunately, he’s not alone when it comes to people wanting money from her.  Her ex’s loan shark has come to Kalispell to get restitution for what he owes. 

Can the trio start up a relationship with what is hanging over Augusta’s head?  Will they be able to keep her safe so they can have their cake and eat it, too?

Augusta's Delicious Bodyguards (MFM)
5 Ratings (4.4)

Augusta's Delicious Bodyguards (MFM)

Men of Montana 16

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 45,085
5 Ratings (4.4)
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As soon as the door closed behind them at the bunkhouse, Trent stepped up to Augusta who looked ready to collapse. Her face was pale, and she was trembling. For someone who seemed so strong and in control, she wasn’t.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against him. He laid kisses in her hair. “I’m so sorry you have to be going through this, precious. If I could take you away from all this, I would.” He had whispered the words, drawing a shiver from her body.

“I appreciate the kind words, Trent. But you told me that none of this was my fault even though in a way, it is. I married Josh. I brought him here,” she retorted quietly.

He released her quickly and twirled her around so that she was facing him. A shriek sounded from her. Trent bent down far enough so that he was at eye level with her.

Guilt assailed him as he saw how large her brown eyes were from her surprise, or fear. He hoped it was the former. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he drew her against him.

“God, Augusta! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Mentally, Trent kicked himself. He had assumed she was strong. However, she was on the verge of breaking down.

When her body shook violently in his arms, he realized she was sobbing, silently. It broke his heart.

Bending at the knee, he slid his right arm down behind her legs and swept her up against his chest. He made his way into the bedroom she had chosen and laid her gently on the bed.

Hunter had followed him and was now removing her sneakers as Trent pulled off the coat she wore. Pulling up the blankets, he climbed into bed with her and snuggled close to her, holding her as she cried.

As much as they needed to get her to understand she was not the cause of any of this, she needed to get her frustrations out as she hadn’t yet.

As she sobbed in his arms, he had to wonder if she grieved her divorce, or even the passing of her father. She was alone here, and he figured, by their conversations, that Margo was her only friend. He wondered if that was the real reason she spent so much time at the bakery.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Hunter watching her also. He had pulled in one of the chairs from just outside the bedroom and placed it next to the bed. The man looked as downfallen as Trent felt.

After a while, Augusta’s sobs began to taper. Trent’s shirt was soaked with her tears, which wasn’t a problem. He didn’t mind wearing them for that meant she had shed them, hopefully casting away some of her anguish and grief.

Small hiccups wracked her body, but he refused to release her. She needed support, and he was intent on providing it as he knew Hunter would give also.

The two men had been fast friends when Hunter first joined the patrol a year and a half ago. They had their own residences but found themselves spending time at each other’s for drinking, movies, or even poker.

Hunter had liked to fish when he lived in Texas, usually from the shore of a lake or a river. When he had moved here, he had discovered fly fishing from a fellow officer, and Hunter had taken to it like, well, a fish to water. He taught Trent the hobby, and while the two had gone a half a dozen times, Trent preferred to be on his bike.

When he had enough of big city drama, Trent had decided to take a vacation, one that consisted of a month’s worth of time since he didn’t do time off. He got on his Harley and headed west. There was beauty in this country, but he hadn’t seen it before.

Once past the Mississippi, he was amazed to see the beauty of the terrain which changed dramatically from canyons to rocks that rose towards the sky. Animals he would never see within New York City roamed the open land.

He stopped at the mecca of the motorcycling world, Sturgis, South Dakota. It was a ten-day-long party and get-together of like-minded people. Concerts, food, camaraderie was what was to be had, and Trent had enjoyed every minute of it.

Friendships had been struck, many of them from outside the country. Tons of food had been eaten. And, a niggling thought in the back of his head indicating that he didn’t want to live in the city anymore.

Various other landmarks were visited along his journey before he found himself in Glacier National Park. The beauty was hard to take in knowing he would have to leave.

Trails were hiked, waterfalls visited, and fantastic vistas taken in. Standing on the Continental Divide reminded him of the Bob Seger song, “Roll Me Away.” He had done just like the song. Got on his bike and rode.

Making his way down to Kalispell, he spent a day exploring the area, driving along Flathead Lake. A chance glance at the local police department website, he found the state police were hiring. On a whim, he applied and was surprised to hear from them the next day. He only went back to New York to pack up his belongings, and since then, this had been home.

On days off, he rode into the mountains to enjoy the sights if Hunter was doing something else. Now, he had Augusta who he hoped would join him on his rides.




There were times when some of the ladies involved in ménages had come into the shop. They sat around drinking coffee and eating Augusta’s sweets. Augusta had picked up bits and pieces of their conversations, and she had heard that the women were the ones who held the relationship together. They were treasured and loved, and that’s what she felt like as she had one man behind her, one before her, and they both looked like gods of legends.

Carefully, Augusta undid Trent’s pants and then pulled the slacks and the briefs he wore down at the same time. His prick sprang free, causing her to jump slightly.

He wasn’t as long as Hunter, however, he was just as wide. His sac was tight against his body, but just as large as his friend’s.

Both men had pearly drops of dew on the coronas, announcing their arousals even further. She was eager to taste them both, yet she knew that wasn’t going to happen. They got off the bed and let their slacks fall to the floor. When each of them went to the nightstand on the sides of the bed that they stood on, they stopped.

“Which side, precious?” Trent asked as he looked at her.

“Hunter’s side,” she responded, not hesitating in the least.

Hunter opened the drawer and retrieved the box that she had bought about a week ago. After he set it on the bedside table, he took out two foil-wrapped condoms and tossed one to Trent. In a flash, both men had the items ripped apart and were donning the latex prophylactics, ready for the next step.

Hunter climbed on the bed from his side, and he sidled up to Augusta’s back. The heat of his body and the feel of a hard, hot pole against her lower back was a welcome feeling. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and turned her head towards him with his left. His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss before he released her.

Trent moved in, wrapped his arms around her, and captured her mouth. However, instead of releasing his hold on her when he pulled out of the kiss, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her onto the bed.

With help from Hunter, she moved to the center of the bed as Trent followed her.

Not sure what to do with two men, she waited for them to react.

Trent was first. He leaned over and captured her left breast with his mouth, the draw exquisite. The zings of delight he created within her ran straight to her cunt, kindling that fire again. He reached across her and found its twin and begin pinching and pulling on the nipple.

As Trent manipulated her breasts, Hunger scooted down and crawled between her already spread legs. His large shoulders pushed her legs further apart as his face hovered over her pussy.

He had a Cheshire cat grin on his face until Augusta could no longer see his mouth for his lips kissed her lower ones. The action was nearly reverent which touched her heart. Tears smarted the backs of her eyes, but that was short-lived.

Hunter swiped his tongue through her slit from her opening to her clit. The gasp that escaped from her seemed to echo in the room. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there, and Josh wasn’t one for oral sex, although he was always wanting blow jobs.

As if settling in for the long haul, Hunter shifted his shoulders and arms until he was separating her folds with his fingers, holding her open. He swept his tongue through her labia again, but this time, he slid his tongue around her treasured pearl.

Unable to restrain herself, Augusta began gyrating her hips. She had three hands on her along with two mouths, providing ecstasy that was beyond her comprehension.

Hot moist breath was teasing her cunt as Hunter continued to lick at her. He pressed a finger into her opening, slowly sinking it into her depths. Hunter pulled it out, dragging it across a sensitive area that had her bucking her hips up into his mouth further. He chuckled, the vibrations adding to the sensations that were coursing through her pussy.

Slowly, Hunter pistoned his finger in and out of her multiple times, driving her desire higher. He began sucking on her clit and then added a second digit, filling her up further. Whenever he pulled his fingers out, they struck that spot within her that sent tingling from her core to the rest of her body.

Trent was suckling hard on her nipple as he pinched the other one. It felt as if there were strings attached to all three erogenous zones, pulling on each other as her arousal was near exploding.

She was wound so tight that she felt as if she were going to combust, and all it took was a few more passes of Hunter’s fingers for her cunt to implode around itself.

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