Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Eileen Green Page B

across her sweater sleeve.
    “Damn it!” he swore, more to himself, but Trey looked back at him as Storm tried to see what was going on through the rearview mirror. Austin chided himself as he realized she had passed out from the gripping pain he had caused her, especially right after the lecture about them protecting her and taking care of her.
    Trey instantly removed his shirt, shuffled around in the front seat to face backward, and proceeded to wrap the material around her delicate arm. Austin gently pulled her fully into his lap, cradling her against his chest. He ran his hand soothingly up and down her thigh and that’s when he found out she was sans panties. Hearing Trey’s chuckle, he knew that his cousin was aware of what she wore, or didn’t wear, which he should have realized he knew since he was the one who’d dressed her. His cock throbbed with need at the thought of her walking around the store the way she did. He would have loved to been there helping her try on her shoes.
    Feeling wretched for even thinking those fanciful thoughts after hurting her, he tried to calm his libido down some, though resting his hand on her bare hip while she slept felt right. They should have mandated that she didn’t wear underwear while around the house.
    Damn! Why was he thinking like this? He knew that he had fallen in love with the small bundle in his arms, and he knew hell or high water wasn’t going to keep him from her. He heard Trey on the phone arranging for Doc to be at the house when they arrived but his voice sounded so far away. Focusing on his love, he buried his face into her neck to keep his cousins from seeing the tears in his eyes.

Chapter Nine
     
    Storm had seen the action in the rearview mirror and his heart broke for Austin. They all knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her and he was certain that Lisa would understand, but since he was a child he had hated to hurt anything. It was one of his strong suits, especially after he had accidently killed a puppy he found. He had been so ecstatic about the little bundle he found in the woods, and as he was trying to race home to show his parents, he had taken a tumble and had landed on the little fellow. Perhaps that was why he was so taken with taking care of Lisa. She probably reminded him of that puppy— small, fragile, and alone.
    “Doc will be waiting when we get home. He was upset that we took her on an outing so soon, so expect a lecture when we get there,” Trey said, sounding stressed and deflated. They had had such a wonderful morning that they all had forgotten about her injuries and that she had a concussion. Yeah, there would be hell to pay for this. They’d be lucky if Doc didn’t take her to the hospital and keep her there until she was fully recovered.
    By the time they arrived back at the house an hour later the bleeding had curtailed and the little bundle had woken. Austin wouldn’t let go of her, his hand still resting on her naked bottom beneath the sweater. Her hand had moved down to his rock-hard stomach while she just watched his face, trying to reassure him that it was all an accident and she was all right.
    Déjà vu came back after the truck pulled up in front of the house, and Austin carried their little woman into the house and into the master bedroom, laying her on the bed. The doctor was already there, sitting in the living room watching a sporting event on the television as he waited for them. One of the ranch hands felt the man didn’t need to wait outside like he had the last time. When they had arrived, he followed the trio into the bedroom, placed his bag on the bed, and waited for Trey to remove his own shirt that helped absorb the blood. Taking his pocket knife from his pocket, he cut away the sleeve of the sweater so Doc had access to view the damage.
    After introductions were conducted since she had been unconscious the first time he attended her, the older man examined the wound after he cleaned the area. Apparently