Ways in the Guardian: A Menage Romance Book Collection

by Barbara Downey

  “Oh dammit, Ethan, I'm cumming!” she moaned loudly as pleasure rippled through her being.

  He got on top of her, hooking his hands at the back of her knees and pulling her legs up to pin them at her side. Her climax had not yet come to an end when she felt his thickness invading her sex. He drove it in hard, taking with it her clit and she could not help but to moan. The dick went deeper than any cock had gone into her at night, and she even felt it hitting pleasurably against her womb. Ethan sealed his lips onto hers as he drove his dick in and out of her heat, the pleasure she was feeling now more than any she had ever felt. Their bodies were soon all sweaty as they ground against each other. If this was the way that an outlaw could make love to her then she was ready to go with him to the end of the world without thinking twice.

  “Cum for me babe, cum and prove to me that you're ready to elope with me,” his voice was low, his breathing labored due to the work that he was doing on her.

  The words sounded like the most endearing words that she had ever had. She felt his dick brushing over every inch of her cunt in the most pleasurable way, and she knew that she was going to come for him as he had asked. As a matter of fact, she felt as if she could come for him over and over without ever tiring. She felt his crotch slapping against hers, the heat within her becoming more and more. She hoped that he was going to come with her because it would give her that feeling of total satisfaction.

  “Okay, there you go, baby, I'm cumming,” she moaned as she pulled his lips back against hers.

  She erupted into an orgasm, pleasure filling her in the most intense way. She felt as if her whole world had fallen down and shattered into a million different pieces, the pleasure that she was feeling beyond words. He hammered her even harder and faster, and before her climax could come to an end, she felt his orgasm coming to life. She gripped his dick tightly with her muscles, wanting to suck in every drop of cum that he had to offer.

  *****

  He pulled out his stash of cash from the place where he had hidden it in the basement. The bag was still packed and so he knew that nobody had been there, and besides, nobody would ever have found it where he had hidden it.

  “What is taking you so long, we have got to get moving,” Lucy said, coming back down and her eyes widening when she saw the huge sum of money.

  “This is our highway ticket out of here, money can buy a lot of things, including some of the people after me,” he grinned as he zipped the bag closed and threw it over his shoulder.

  “I've never seen so much money at once,” she said to him with disbelief in her voice.

  “Well then, get prepared for it, because that is the sort of cash that I handle. One other thing, every note that I steal is insured, which means that the Banks are given the money back by the insurance companies, and that I think is not too bad,” he said, kissing her on the forehead before putting his hand around her shoulder as they made their way up the stairs to take their leave.

  Everything seemed so unreal. Ethan had been coming back to Ohio for his stash but he had ended up getting away with even more then he had bargained for. He was leaving with a bride.

  “Are you feeling nervous?” he asked her, but she looked relaxed enough as they made their way out the back door to where he had his horse.

  “Nope, I'm alright, already missing home a little bit, but excited,” she said to him as he saddled up the horse. “Is he going to be able to take us so far without tiring?”

  He looked at his horse, patting him with one hand, and the other on his Stetson. This was one fine steed that could take them a long way, but Lucy had a point. They would have to get another horse or two for back up since they had at least a week of riding to do. At least now they could sleep at taverns since she would be the one to make the booking, while he went in through the back.

  “He can, but we will get more horses in the next town that we come to,” he said as he adjusted his gun belt.

  Ever handled one of this?” he said, reaching into the saddle of the horse and pulling out a shotgun.

  “That was one of the first things that I learned to use when we moved out to these parts. My dad was in the army and so it was natural that I would have an interest in firearms,” she said, taking the gun from him and cocking it before she pointed it at a tree and looked into the aim, her finger on the trigger.

  She pulled the trigger and there was a loud blast that rang for miles around. Ethan was more than shocked when a bird fell down, her aim more accurate than most men that he knew.

  “Wo, who would have known that an innocent looking woman like you knows so many things? It looks like I'm going to take some time getting to know your other talents,” he said to her, kissing her on the forehead as he took the gun from her and put it back into the saddlebag. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure because we might get to a point where you might need to use it.”

  “Don’t worry about me, I know how to take care of myself very well,” she said to him. “Now, we had better get going already before I change my mind and decide to go back home.”

  “Alright, because I would die if you changed your mind about going with me,” he said as he mounted onto the horse, making himself comfortable before he reached his hand down to help her up.

  She got onto the horse, sitting in front of him. He then kicked the horse in the side and tugged on the reins, the horse taking off as Ethan went off to begin a new life with Lucy. She leaned back into him, feeling relaxed and he knew that she was going to do just fine with him. She was with him because she genuinely wanted to, despite the fact that he had made it sound like she had no option when he had told her. He knew that the moment that Eugene got word to her father that she had eloped, he would have men all over town looking for her. They therefore opted to stay off the path as they rode off.

  THE END

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  12 of 25 Bonus Stories

  Tunes of the Heart

  What had they gotten themselves into?

  Lillian Callahan stared down at the eviction notice, reading it for the tenth time just to be sure her brain processed all of the information. She and her fiancé, Damien, were behind in their rent. Hell, they were behind in every bill they had, but the rent was the one taking center stage right now. They had thirty days to come up with five thousand dollars or they would be homeless. And being homeless in Los Angeles, despite the beautiful weather, was not something Lillian imagined at all when she and Damien moved last spring. In fact, nothing at all was turning out the way she had envisioned it.

  I could call Mom, Lillian thought. Sure she’d have to hear her mother’s mouth about being right that the move from Winston-Salem to Los Angeles was a horrible idea. “Singing won’t get you anything but bills and tears,” her mom had said. And right now, Lucie was right. But Lillian also knew her mother wouldn’t bat an eyelash at sending her the five thousand dollars needed to pay the rent. Damien wouldn’t like the idea at all, she knew. He hated to depend on anyone. When he was just a teenager, Damien left his family and lived on the streets. He learned to survive on his own. Neither charity nor public assistance were options for Damien. He would find a way. Lilian just hoped he found a way fast.

  Setting the note aside, Lillian stood and went to the kitchen to find something to make for dinner. They no longer had any gas to cook, but they did have electricity. Lillian scoured Craigslist using a computer at the library and found an electric single burner for twenty dollars. When she met with the woman selling the burner, Lillian told her she only had ten dollars. The woman gave the burner to Lillian for free. “My Christian conscience won’t let me take money from someone who looks like they’re in need. I hope your situation improves, dear,” the woman had said.

  Lillian laughed bitterly. “Yep, we’ve surely improved alright,” she said sarcastically.

  Studying the contents of the refrigerator and freezer, which weren’t much, Lillian decided to save the few packs of meat they had left. She dec
ided on tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, a meal she had eaten plenty of times as a child during her weekend visits with her dad. He had called it a cheap man’s dinner, but Lillian considered it a life saver.

  She busied herself with the excruciatingly slow process of cooking with a single burner. Lyrics for a new song came to her almost instantaneously.

  When life beats you down, I’m here

  Not like the others, I will never disappear

  When you hold me tight

  Everything feels so right

  And I never want you to let go.

  She would dedicate the song to Damien if she ever finished it and got the chance to perform it. Their wedding was on hold due to lack of finances. When she told Damien she would be more than okay with a courthouse wedding, Damien absolutely refused. “You deserve more than that,” he had said. “You deserve the big wedding you’ve always wanted.” That big wedding would probably never come. And Lillian couldn’t help but wonder just how long Damien planned to wait to marry her. She wasn’t going to wait forever.

  Lillian cooked and sang. More lyrics for the song popped into her head. She tapped her feet on the floor and her hands on the countertop, trying to find the right beat. This part was Damien’s. He was a genius when it came to tunes. He said it was because of his keen sense of hearing, thanks to having to listen out for people trying to hurt him when he lived on the streets. He could hear things no one else could and would often claim that their apartment was haunted just to scare Lillian.

  When the food finished, Lillian tidied up the rest of the apartment. She didn’t like to eat dinner without Damien. There wasn’t much to do in terms of cleaning. She and Damien didn’t own a lot of things, mostly because they sold everything of value except for Damien’s drums and guitar. And the apartment was incredibly small, which left no room for clutter.

  Lillian checked her watch at half past seven. Damien usually scoured downtown LA searching for jobs. Some days, he did construction work with undocumented workers and earned a meager, but welcomed, payment at the end of the day. He was usually home by six every afternoon. She began to worry. And since they had no telephone, there was no way for Damien to get in contact with her if there had been an emergency.

  “Where the heck could he be?” Lillian thought aloud. His instruments were still home, so it wasn’t like he was playing. Lifting her head into the air and sniffing, she tried to see if she could pinpoint Damien’s scent but smelled nothing. Her werewolf nose could smell things miles away, but today, she couldn’t smell anything.

  Lillian tried to keep calm and not let fear take over, but once she looked at her watch again and saw eight o’ clock, she put her slippers on to go ask her neighbor to borrow their phone. She’d call area hospitals, police stations, any place Damien might be.

  When Lillian opened the door to go out, she was scared nearly to death by the large, hulking figure of Damien on the other side.

  “Damien!” Lillian screamed. “You scared the shit out of me. Where have you been? I was getting really worried.”

  Damien smiled sheepishly. His normally bright blue eyes had turned cobalt blue now that the sun had set and it wasn’t so bright outside. He called them his night eyes. With them, he was able to see everything. So he said. “Sorry, babe. I stayed later at the site for extra cash and the owners tipped us pretty good. And guess what?”

  “What?” Lillian asked.

  “We got a gig. They’re paying us big!”

  “How big?”

  Damien spread his arms out. “This big. Come, let’s eat and talk. I smell grilled cheese and I’m hungry.”

  *****

  “I wish I would’ve known you would make this much today,” Lillian said, counting out the three hundred dollars that Damien handed to her. “I would’ve waited and gone to the store to make something better than tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

  “Babe, you know I don’t care about what I eat. Anything you make is delicious. Besides, when I show you this letter,” Damien pulled a letter from the pocket of his hoodie, “you’ll see we’ll soon have enough to cook whatever we want.”

  He handed Lillian the note and allowed her to read it through once before speaking again. “You see the amount they’re offering? Crazy right?”

  Lillian could do nothing but nod her head. She had never of Club Deviant, but they were willing to spend ten grand for her and Damien to perform plus offer two thousand dollars as a shopping bonus. Lillian figured this club was probably one that attracted Hollywood’s wealthy and she and Damien would have to look like they fit in.

  With that amount of money, Lillian knew they could pay off their rent, pay a month’s rent or two in advance and get their bank account out of the negatives. And if they were allowed to keep whatever they didn’t spend of the two-thousand-dollar bonus, they’d have even more to put away into savings. They’d be fools if they didn’t take the job. And who knew? Maybe it would lead to something better.

  “Have you heard of Club Deviant?” She asked Damien.

  He had already gotten his bowl of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and sat at the table eating. “Nope. Probably won’t care about it after we’re done anyway.”

  They didn’t have internet to Google the place, but Lillian didn’t like the feeling of going in blind. Sure the money was too good to pass up, but what if this offer was too good to be true? And who was this Alexei Lazarev mentioned in the invitation? Was he the owner? She would Google him, too, when she got the chance.

  Despite her slight apprehension, Lillian knew she and Damien would be doing the gig on August sixth, just as the letter said. She prepared herself a bowl of soup and a plate of grilled cheese sandwich and sat next to her handsome fiancé, who ate like he had never eaten before. Probably because he hasn’t eaten since this morning, she thought sadly. Because he was such a large man, Damien required more food than the average person. He required a lot more things than the average man did, too, like sex. But Lillian was okay with that. She loved her sexy, six-foot-nine, brown-haired man with his crazy high sex drive. She loved every bit of him.

  “How are we going to get to this address tomorrow?” Lillian asked. “I don’t even know where it is.”

  “Laguna Beach. Maybe we can rent a car for the day? Have any idea how much that would cost?”

  “No clue,” Lillian said. “Hopefully not too much. Let’s take all the money you made today and save it for tomorrow.”

  “Good idea. I’ve never been to Laguna Beach. Let’s make it a day trip. We can go to the beach, eat out.” Damien emptied his plate and walked over to Lillian, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss. “I miss you,” he whispered.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I feel like I never see you,” Damien replied. “I’m gone early in the morning and back when the sun is setting. I hate this.”

  Lillian had to agree. There had been a time when she and Damien were with each other all day, just singing and wedding planning. But then things took a turn for the worst. The gigs stopped, money became tight and their dreams were put on hold. Lillian couldn’t remember the last time she had sang in front of a crowd. She missed performing with Damien and the connection they shared when performing. She didn’t want to admit it, but it felt like there was a wall being built between them. She was afraid the wall would eventually grow so large that it completely separated them from one another.

  Lillian stood up on her tip toes, the only way she could reach Damien’s face and kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined and Lillian moaned. Wetness seeped through her panties. She gasped out loud when Damien lifted her and placed her on the counter. He dragged a chair from the table and placed it right in front of Lillian.

  “What are you doing?” Lillian asked.

  Damien didn’t reply. Instead, he pushed Lillian’s dress up to her stomach and ripped her panties off with a single tug. She watched with wide eyes as he sat on the edge of the chair and pulled her forward so that her butt as on
the edge of the counter. It was uncomfortable, but once Damien spread her legs wide, Lillian was overcome with pleasure knowing what he was about to do. But just as Damien’s tongue made contact with her pussy, Lillian swatted his head away.

  “We can’t, Damien,” Lillian sad sadly.

  Damien’s eyes went from pleasure-filled to confusion in seconds. “Why not?”

  “I’m not on birth control. And we already know that if we start, we won’t finish. Last thing we need is a baby.”

  “I’ll pull out in time.”

  Lillian gave Damien her signature look that meant “you know you’re lying.” Damien couldn’t pull out if his life depended on it. They’d had one too many close calls and now that Lillian wasn’t on birth control and they had run out of condoms, she wasn’t risking it.

  “Fine,” Damien said. He pulled Lillian’s dress back down and helped her off the counter. “But you owe me. As soon as you get your birth control, you’re mine.”

  Lillian laughed at Damien’s serious face. He did not like being turned down. Lillian knew his ego was a bit bruised, but she wasn’t changing her mind. And besides, Damien had two hands that he could use to get the job done himself. When Lillian reminded him of this, Damien rushed out of the kitchen, grumbling about taking care of something in shower. Lillian’s laughter followed him the whole way there.

  *****

  Lillian and Damien woke up early the next morning to get a head start on their journey. Lillian was not at all eager to set out when they locked their apartment door behind them and noticed the clouds in the sky.

  “I didn’t know it was supposed to rain,” Damien said.