by Eileen Green
Men of Montana 6
Gwen’s Lifesavers
Being a single mother for the past twenty years, Gwen Bowers had closed off her heart to every man. Now, after two accidents, she has two men trying to show her their love and devotion. She finds two problems with this development. The menage aspect of their intentions, and the fact the younger of the two men is only nine years older than her daughter.
Andrew Collins and Jake Ramsey are convinced that Gwen is the woman for them. They do what they can to make her see that their intentions are true and honorable, but will they make her their own? If they do, will she accept their BDSM lifestyle? Opening herself up to a new relationship, and beginning a new job, Gwen has to reveal some of her own secrets from her past. Will her new friends accept her as one of their own? Will her men accept her for herself, secrets, past, and all?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 94,228 words
GWEN’S LIFESAVERS
Men of Montana 6
Eileen Green
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GWEN’S LIFESAVERS
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DEDICATION
I’d like to dedicate this book to all my new friends that have helped open the BDSM world to me. I have met so many wonderful people in the past year that have welcomed me with open arms into their circles and have educated me beyond what I already knew.
The BDSM world is vast and knowledge is something that people need to be able to live the lifestyle safely and soundly. Rules need to be adhered to, to keep everyone safe. Trust needs to be earned as much as it does in a vanilla relationship. People have to know their limits along with their partners and respect them.
Don’t be afraid to venture into the realm if you are curious, but a person needs to learn from others in real life, not just books. Find a club somewhere to visit, or attend a munch in the area to talk to others who are living the lifestyle. It will help educate you and your partner.
My new friends have taught me so much, so thank you to one and all. To those who want to look on the other side of the looking glass from the vanilla world, good luck, and be safe.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
About the Author
GWEN’S LIFESAVERS
Men of Montana 6
EILEEN GREEN
Copyright © 2015
Prologue
“Damn it!” the woman cried out in anguish as she slammed her hands onto the steering wheel, ignoring the pain that ran up her forearms with the motion. With teeth chattering uncontrollably, she attempted to start the engine to her Prius but it refused to start. The battery showed it was fully charged but the connection wouldn’t fire up.
The interior of the small car was as cold as the exterior, especially this late at night. The gloves, scarf, beanie, and coat she wore did nothing to stave off the bone-chilling bite, nor did the thermals she wore under her jeans and sweatshirt.
Ever since that fateful night when she was trapped in that logger’s shed when Virgil Cantrell tried to have her killed along with one of Anita’s men, Gwen couldn’t stand the cold. The thought she would have to move south saddened her, for she didn’t want to leave her family and friends, but it was the only solution. She’d have to wait until her daughter graduated college because she didn’t want to transfer out and she needed to help with her bills.
Tears filled her eyes, though she tried to stop them. The feeling of helplessness was something she hated as she had always been a strong woman before the incident. Being a single mother at the age of fifteen, she worked and provided for her child as she finished school. Her parents had disowned her once they found out she was pregnant, the stigma of an unwed teenage mother too much for them. Landing the job at Cantrell Logging had been a Godsend, the elder Cantrell being a kind and understanding boss. The younger owner was a tyrant and didn’t care for his employees in the least. Gwen froze in the office as much as she did in that line shed.
After she was released from the hospital, there was no way she would go back to the logging company even though it was now being run by the employees. They all wanted her back and continually called every day or so to ask he
r to come back, but she couldn’t. Now, she had left the office she had been working at as a temp, the last person in the parking lot, and her car wouldn’t start. The office was part of a shipping warehouse that sat on the south side of Kalispell in a business park which seemed deserted. Being a temp meant no key to go back into the office to use the phone, so she was stranded.
Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she pressed the button to make the call but she had no bars. Throwing the plastic and metal device at her purse, she heard it hit the floorboard instead. Releasing her inner feelings, she let loose a scream, the sound echoing through the vehicle.
Finally, picking up her purse, she slung open the door and got out. Slamming the door, she realized at the last minute her keys were still in the ignition, as was her phone. Throwing her head back, she let out another scream, this time hearing it be carried away on the wind. It was a sad, frightening sound for it seemed as if her life was floating away with it. With the temperature near freezing tonight it might very well happen.
Knowing she had no other choice, she headed in the direction of town, hoping she could catch a ride with someone.
* * * *
Outside the Tipsy Tavern, an ambulance pulled up to the front door with its red flashing lights illuminating the front of the wood and brick building more than the neon lights already did. A large bald African-American man in black jeans and a black T-shirt with the tavern’s logo on the front of it stepped out of the doorway and headed for the emblazoned van. Both doors were opened at the same time as Andrew and Jake stepped out. Andrew’s booted foot crunched in the snow that was still evident against the curb before he stepped up onto the sidewalk. Jake had gone to the back and opened one of the doors to grab their kit.
“What do you have for us, Wayne?” Andrew asked as he started to follow the large bouncer who had already turned to head back into the building. He didn’t have to know that his partner was following closely behind.
“One of the waitresses cut her hand on a broken bottle. It was bleeding pretty good, but we’ve gotten it to slow down.” Wayne’s voice was stressed from the situation as he explained. “She got dizzy so we called you.”
“Good. We’ll check her out.”
By that time they were entering the establishment. The crowd separated as the large man made his way to a table near the bandstand. Ray, the bartender and manager, was holding the hand of a brunette while another taller woman with darker hair sat on the other side of the woman, her head against her chest. They knew her to be Siobhan from when they had the incident here several weeks prior.
When Ray spotted Jake and Andrew he looked at the woman whose hand was wrapped in a white bloody towel and said, rousing her attention, “Erin, the paramedics are here.”
The injured woman looked up from Siobhan’s embrace, a blush gracing her olive skin. “I’m sorry they called you,” she said weakly. “I told him I’d be all right.”
A deep voice to Siobhan’s right sounded, causing Erin to jump slightly. “You nearly passed out, little lady. Of course we’re going to call someone to make sure you’re okay.”
The voice belonged to Danny from the Lazy R. A quick glance in his direction let Andrew know the other four cowboys were there with the man. Andrew saw the woman look up at Danny, a frightened look upon her face, though she remained quiet.
Jake sat the blue duffle-bag-looking kit on the nearby table while Andrew said to the Lazy R boys, “Can you guys move this table out of the way, please?” Two of the men moved quickly to do his bidding. “Thanks.”
Andrew had already donned his blue safety gloves and was stepping toward Erin, as was Jake, and hadn’t wanted to get them dirty before they examined her and would have to change them again. “Hello, Erin. My name is Andrew and this is Jake. Can you tell me why you got dizzy? It doesn’t seem like you lost a lot of blood.”
The woman swallowed hard, her eyes darting around until they landed on Siobhan. The Irish woman seemed to have some kind of soothing power about her for Erin seemed to calm immediately. “I can’t stand the sight of blood. I was in an accident when I was little and saw my momma bleeding really bad before she died.”
The room had taken on an eerie silence as she told her story but after she finished several hisses sounded from Danny and his friends. Erin looked sad as Jake knelt before her and began to unwarp the towel from her hand. Apparently she wasn’t past her mother’s death even at this point in her life.
The wound wasn’t bleeding as profusely as it must have been before from the looks of the towel, though a bit seeped from the jagged cut on the heel of her hand. Erin kept herself from looking at it, listening to Siobhan’s lyrical voice which seemed to soothe everyone. “Shh…It’s going to be all right. It’s going to be okay.”
“You’re going to need some stitches, Erin,” Jake said as he examined the wound. “Either we can take you to the hospital or, if you want to save money, have someone take you.”
“We’ll take her,” five voices sounded in unison.
“Easy, guys,” Ray scolded. “We’ll take her. I’m responsible for her while she’s here.”
Growls emanated from the men that wanted to take the woman to the hospital but Ray ignored them. Siobhan stood as Ray and Jake helped Erin to her feet. Danny stepped forward to steady the woman who looked up into his face, her eyes seeming to search his eyes for something.
Andrew had to stifle a chuckle that nearly escaped as he watched the tall cowboy nearly push Siobhan aside to help Ray escort Erin out the door. Andrew and Jake followed them out to the sidewalk, the crowd from the bar following them to see, the looky-loo syndrome getting the best of human nature. Just as they were closing the doors on the back of the ambulance a small pickup sped into the parking lot, recklessly driving around the perimeter of the lot before it came to a skidding stop next to the ambulance. It barely missed Danny, Ray, Erin, and Siobhan. Andrew rushed over to the vehicle as the driver jumped out. “Thank God you guys are here!” he said as he came around to the passenger side. “I saw her walking down the highway and when I turned around to give her a ride she had passed out. She’s half frozen.”
Pulling open the door, Andrew’s heart seemed to drop into his stomach when he saw the pale face of Gwen, her body slumped in the seat. “Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, my God!” Jake said with just as much shock as Andrew at the situation.
The two men stood stock still for several moments until Ray was heard distantly within Andrew’s head, “Guys! Snap out of it! She needs your help!”
Quickly, Andrew moved in to check her pulse and found it very faint, but there was one. Reaching into the cab of the pickup, he slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back lifting her against his chest. The chill from her body frightened him. There seemed to be no heat from her at all. As he turned he found Ray helping Jake remove the stretcher from the back of the ambulance. Keeping her in his arms, he looked at his partner knowing, the heartbreaking expression he wore mirrored his own. “We’ll need the thermal blanket. She’s like ice.”
The man disappeared inside the vehicle and emerged quickly with the blanket, laid it on the gurney, and waited. Andrew gently laid Gwen on the moveable bed, his heart leaping into his throat as she moaned. He and Jake covered her up before pushing her up into the ambulance and Andrew stepping up to sit next to her.
Jake closed the doors but not before he looked at their woman one more time. It was a moment before he got in the driver’s seat and they were off, the siren screaming in the dark cold night.
* * * *
Disoriented, Gwen watched a visibly concerned Andrew checking her vitals. Her body was so cold it hurt everywhere while she shivered violently. Watching his mouth move as if he was talking, she realized she couldn’t hear anything except a loud rushing in her ears. Panic seeped into her, causing her to try to raise her hands up toward the man that had come to mean a lot to her in the past weeks. Andrew quickly grabbed her hands, causing sharp pain t
o make its way up to her brain. A loud sound registered there and she knew it must have been her crying out for she could read Andrew’s lips saying her name as if she could hear him. Her eyesight became blurry as tears populated there.
Warmth began to permeate her body a bit when she felt through the cold his warm body lay against hers. Warm breath against her ear was welcoming and a comfort that she hadn’t lost all feeling yet. Drifting, her mind became fuzzy, her last thoughts of her daughter and the two men who had been visiting her since they first met.
Chapter One
“God, we can’t lose her now,” Jake practically growled at no one in particular.
“I know how you feel, buddy,” Andrew responded. “I think I’m already in love with her.”
Jake jerked his head around to look at his partner of five years with the ambulance service in surprise. He knew his own feeling for Gwen Bowers but Andrew had been tight-lipped about his feelings especially since he was only ten years older than her daughter. But then, if anyone looked at the situation, the woman herself was only fifteen years older than her own daughter.
The two were sitting in the waiting room on the floor where Gwen was being housed. It was shift change for the nurses and they liked the rooms cleared as vitals were registered and needed instructions were given. It frustrated the two paramedics but they knew from experience not to interfere with the workings of the staff.
“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page here,” Jake said as he crossed his left ankle across his right knee. He hated that they wore the same clothes as they had worn the night before when they brought Gwen in after a stranger had found her, but neither one of them wanted to leave.