Rescuers of Montana (MMF)

Men of Montana 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 86,175
7 Ratings (4.3)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M, M/F/M, consensual BDSM, flogging, HEA]

Yet again, criminal elements threaten women and children in the area when human traffickers are believed to be traveling to Canada to get their goods across the border. Lyndee, and her men, Storm, Trey, and Austin, along with their friends need to help find them before that happens.

Terrified and unsure of their fate, the group of victims try to cope with their imprisonment, praying they are found. One woman tries to keep the children calm during their travels as she tries to find some way to help rescue them.

Our Men and women of Montana, past and future, know they have to pull together, despite possible endangerment to themselves, to help find these missing people. With the help of an Interpol agent and another FBI agent intrigued with their ménage lifestyle, will our rescuers be able to stop the criminals before they disappear into Canada?

Will everyone return safe and sound?

And, who’s past comes back to haunt them?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Rescuers of Montana (MMF)
7 Ratings (4.3)

Rescuers of Montana (MMF)

Men of Montana 7

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 86,175
7 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




A cold familiar chill ran through Lyndee’s spine as she perused the report she picked up off the fax machine just minutes ago. The all-points bulletin was for a twenty-two year old woman along with a fourteen year old girl and a seven year old boy. All three were missing from Colorado, reported missing by their families.

If Owen Taylor weren’t dead after he kidnapped Angela, again, they would be looking to him for help, but now, this opened a new can of worms. Lyndee’s sixth sense screamed they would go through the area, being taken to Canada to be dispersed of around the world. They would be sold into slavery at top dollar, hoping everyday they would either be rescued, or die.

Realizing all eyes were on her, Lyndee raised her iris colored eyes to glance around the office she shared with one of her fiancés. Also, there was a fellow FBI agent, and a Lake County deputy, along with the sheriff himself, all of them watching her, concern written on their faces.

“What’s wrong?” Trey, one of her soon-to-be husband’s asked as he scooted his rolling chair to her side.

The lump in Lyndee’s throat threatened to choke her, leaving her unable to speak. Also, the tears in her eyes made everything blurry. Unsure what to do, she handed the papers to Trey, her hand shaking violently.

Shoving her hands between her knees, she tried to block out the images of her days as a prostitute, undercover for the FBI. She was used relentlessly, but thankfully she had found a stand in for herself so she didn’t have to perform any of the deeds herself.

While undercover, she had discovered many facades of the Russian mob, one of which was white slavery. It was usually a prostitute that someone had found was too pretty to pass up owning, but then there were those who were just unlucky to have been found and taken.

The voices around Lyndee were garbled, as if she was underwater. The guys were talking, but she couldn’t understand them.

There was a possibility that this wouldn’t hit them at all, but since she and Lawrence were FBI, most likely they would be getting a call from their supervisor to work on this. The highway would be the clear cut way to the border and they would have the next 90 miles to save these people.

In moments, the fear Lyndee felt from her past experiences switched to concern for Angela and Connor. The former had been kidnapped at a young age and rescued after seeing her best friend killed, to being kidnapped again by the same evil bastard. The man had kidnapped several girls, who were now recuperating physically, before kidnapping Angela again and nearly killing her.

With as many girls that had disappeared, they had thought they were part of a white slavery ring. They were thankful that hadn’t been the case, but now, they were facing it, and it was going to be difficult for all of them.

A hand to her shoulder brought Lyndee out of her thoughts, startling her.

“Lyndee? Are you all right?”

It was Trey’s voice, but as she looked around the room, it was voiced for all of them. Connor looked pissed while concern was written on Jared and Lawrence’s face.

Fate had stepped in this morning, for this was their weekly meeting. The two nighttime deputies had already left, going home to get some sleep. This was going to be difficult for all of them. Time was against them now and they were about to work their asses off to rescue those three people, and possibly others, that hadn’t been reported missing yet.

Nodding, Lyndee knew she needed to snap out of her revelry and pull herself together. Looking into the loving face of one of her fiancés, she found compassion. Smiling, she put her best face on for him, but she knew he would see through it. It was more for her than Trey.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m okay. We have some work to do, but we’ll do everything we can to help them.”

“That’s right!” Connor said as he slammed the papers down on Trey’s desk. “I’m sick and tired of danger coming to my town. Lawrence, talk to John and find out what is expected of us. Find out if there is anything we can do to set something up to try to trap these people.”

“On it boss.” Lawrence picked up the phone on his desk and dialed.

“Boss, what are we going to do about the people here? Do we tell them? Do we prepare them?” Jared still called Connor boss at work even though he was in a polyamorous relationship with him and Gina.

Lyndee had to wonder how the women in their group would react to this news. There had been too much violence against the women lately. Everything had been quiet and peaceful in the town of Polson until Lyndee arrived in her amnesiac state with the Russian mob on her tail. Angela’s kidnapping followed along with the girls that Owen Taylor had taken.

Gina was the third woman who this town had seen be haunted by her past. Anita followed soon after that.

All four of these women had rough tough cowboys as their saviors, save Angela. She had a federal agent that had followed her man Running Wolf back from Denver when the guys had taken down the Russian mob there.

Siobhan, a transplant from Ireland had arrived a few months ago with her own mob issues following her, her father and fiancé. Everyone had come together to help her and her men since Brian was a friend of Connor’s and Ray, a friend of Anita’s and her men.

Next came Gwen. A woman who had been dealt a bad lot in life that was finally seeing happy ending ahead of her thanks to her two men, paramedics by profession with one being a cowboy.

There was something to be said for cowboys in the neck of these woods. They came together to help each other and protect the well-being of their women.




Watching her watch them as they undressed was an aphrodisiac for Dave. Anita’s face was so expressive belying her near innocence. Her bottom lip was being chewed on between her soft pink lips. A rosy hue had colored her cheeks while she trembled with her desire.

He could also smell her arousal. He loved that aroma. He wished it was something he could bottle or put on one of those magazine inserts so when he wanted to, all he had to do was remove it and sniff his woman.

Dave let his hands move to Anita’s waist. She had lost some weight in the last couple of months and it was beginning to look good on her, although he didn’t want her to lose too much as he liked meat on his woman. Her waist was now thinner giving her more of an hourglass figure.

As he held onto her, he sank to his knees. He was now looking directly at her naked pussy. All three of the men would be eternally grateful for Lyndee introducing the practice to their woman, as most likely the other men in their group was thankful for the change in their own women.

Moisture glistened against her rose colored labia. Leaning forward, Dave inhaled deeply before running his tongue through her folds. He moaned his delight as did Anita.

“You taste so good, darlin’. I could eat you all day.”

A small giggle erupted from Anita. The sound of a cupped hand meeting flesh echoed through the large room as Anita’s hips thrust forward. Glancing up, he found peacefulness on her face.

God, how he loved this woman. Responsive, loving, kind, open-minded. She had openly accepted all three of them into her bed even though she could have rejected them to save face with her family. Her mother was so judgmental of her, but she ignored that.

Anita fought for what was hers and she demonstrated that on the night Virgil attacked her and James, nearly letting James die along with Gwen. This woman openly gave herself to them, letting them take the place of her deceased husband as father to her children. She gave of herself fully within this new endeavor to open a club where they could all strip down and get their kink on.

Leaning in further, Dave laid his head against her stomach and held tightly to her for a few minutes, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He felt her small hands around the back of the neck to hold him there.

“Thank you, Anita.” He surprised himself with his words.

“For what, baby?” she asked quietly as she let her fingers caress Dave’s scalp.

David looked up at the angelic face that was gazing down upon him. “For loving us.”

A smile appeared on her face as she sank to her knees before him. Her hands moved to his cheeks as she looked into his peridot green eyes. “It is I who should be thanking you for loving me. You took me in when I was at my lowest, when I thought my life was over. You have shown me a lifestyle that I crave, but I still have a lot to learn.”

Kevin was still at Anita’s back. His voice was thick with his lust that matched Dave’s. “We saved each other, baby. We have a lot to teach you, but right now, we want to fuck you.”

Dave released Anita and laid back on the floor near the edge of the stage where James had been patiently waiting. Kevin helped their woman lay down on top of Dave, who heard her sigh when her pussy came in contact with his cock.

Her body was cold to Dave’s touch, but her pussy was hot and moist as it lay atop his hard cock. Dave helped her sit up and then he took hold of his thick long penis and lined it up to her vagina. As she slowly began to sink down on him, taking him in her hot cavern, she felt like heaven on earth to him.

Once seated fully on him, Anita sat up slightly, using his chest to push herself up. Kevin maneuvered himself back behind her and Dave felt her jump slightly when Kevin most likely had applied the lube to her ass.

“Easy, darlin’,” Dave muttered, trying to hold himself in check. He refused to let himself come before Anita did but his brain seemed to be having a communication block with his cock.

When his woman’s body stiffened, Dave knew Kevin was beginning to enter her dark forbidden hole. Dave raised his hands to her breasts and began to knead them. Moans of ecstasy began to emerge from Anita as he distracted her from what Kevin was doing behind her.

He knew that she loved to have her breasts played with. Actually, she liked pain on her breasts. She loved to have her tits tied up tightly and as they turned a beautiful lavender color, then the bite of a nipple clamp would send her into the stratosphere.

Leaning forward, Dave latched onto one of her nipples and pulled with his teeth. Her vaginal walls tightened around his cock as he remained still within her. When she hissed through her teeth, he knew she was close.

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