Ways in the Guardian: A Menage Romance Book Collection

by Barbara Downey

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  “I didn’t know you have a birthmark.” At the unexpected voice Serena whirled around, jumping two feet into the air as a scream flew from her mouth. Instantly her hands dropped her banana print pajamas to cover herself, and her head whipped up to remove her hair from her eyes. On her bed Ben was lounging, his back against the wall and his legs dangling over the side.

  “You fucker! You scared me! What’s with you and being so fucking quiet?” Ben didn’t seem at all unnerved by the fact that she was completely naked, and Serena practically hissed out her words. First it was Paul, and now him; she couldn’t shake either of them. He sat up with little effort to shrug, face impassive and shoulders relaxed.

  “I told you, we’re trained for it. Being in the Marines isn’t all about being on a huge ass ship, you know. So, Paul said you wanted to talk about your mom. She’s not eating anymore, right.” Gulping harshly, Serena nodded as her problems were presented to her once again. These guys weren’t the only things she couldn’t shake. Carefully picking up her pajamas, she turned around to slid into her shorts and shirt with some sort of decency before rubbing her face with both palms.

  “Yeah... I- I was thinking that...soon...” Serena wandered over to her bed as Ben nodded, knowing that ‘soon’ meant ‘tonight’. It was already past four in the afternoon, but she’d probably do the deed before the sun fully set. When she sat down he hugged her waist, pulling her against his side in sullenness. He experienced death as a Marine, and it was always horrible; this was worse somehow.

  “It’ll be okay, Serena. You couldn’t have done any more than you did.”

  “I know. I know that... But... I just wish it didn’t happen so fast, you know? And as soon as it’s over, I’ll be homeless and have no job an-” Squeezing her lightly, Ben brushed his fingers over her hip and Serena pursed her lips together to stop her word vomit. She couldn’t help it, though. This singular series of events had effectively ruined her life beyond repair.

  “When that happens you can just come with us. When she’s gone you can relax knowing you did everything you could, and you can move on. Why do you need a job anyway? You’re much better suited to be a homemaker.” Turning her face up to look at Ben, Serena wanted to believe his words as much as he did. She couldn’t get back into college without a massive amount of debt, so the most she’d ever do is become some manager with a clear distaste for her job. Her house was going to get foreclosed before the summer even started, with bills too high to let her afford her own place sometime soon. None of her siblings would help her out; if they didn’t now they wouldn’t after the fact.

  “I need your help; I can’t do it by myself.”

  “Anything you want.” Smiling that stupid, soft, understanding smile at her, Ben didn’t say anything else before Serena reached up to wrap her hand around the back of his neck. Their kiss this time was different, suffused with passion and desperation and desire. Capturing her mouth, he took instant control over her and leaned forward, forcing her back. The fire in her was reignited, more intense now that she had him to sate her. Lips molded together, feeling and tasting before she opened her mouth of her own accord.

  With her back pressed firmly against her bedspread Serena pulled her legs up to wrap them around Ben’s waist as he bore down on her. Hands on either side of her head supported him as he kicked off his shoes, climbing to his knees without breaking the seal of their mouths. Now having pajamas on seemed like an obstacle, but for the moment she ignored it. Nothing was happening but their kiss and he didn’t appear hasty as he rolled his hips against hers.

  “Are you absolute sure you want to do this, Serena?” Breaking away to pose his question, Ben wasn’t sure what had happened while he was at the corner store but he couldn’t ask right now. Underneath him she nodded, her big brown eyes shining with equal parts pleasure and pain.

  “Yeah. Just a little bit. I just need a little bit to make it.” Exhaling at her slightly shaking voice, he nodded before reaching to caress her cheek. He felt like they could be that kind of couple that could be friends if they didn’t stay together. They could be more than friends and progress at the same rate, neither him nor her going too fast or too slow.

  “I can do that.” Leaning down to kiss her once more, Ben trailed his hand down her jaw and Serena closed her eyes with a soft sigh. Her fingertips sought his wrists, fingers entangling and palms coming together firmly. It was so vastly different than her experience with Paul, but she immediately rejected that train of thought. Instead she focused on what was happening to her and the way his jeans pressed against the juncture between her thighs.

  Shuffling until they weren’t in danger of falling off her bed, Serena felt her hazy mind tick in the background of her desire. It was a clock counting down to that moment that would irrevocably change her life, for better or for worse she didn’t know.

  Slipping his tongue past Serena’s teeth, Ben relished her smooth skin as his palm dragged up her arm until he reached her shirt. She had the cute kind of pajamas, ones with innocent things on them like ducks or fruit but were still considered bootie shorts and a crop top. Carefully he cupped her breast outside her shirt, liking the way it fit in his hand. The strain in his lungs made it hard to breathe, forcing his breath to gather and escape in huffs. He didn’t think he’d get this far so soon; she’d been subtly avoiding him since their first kiss.

  Whimpering when Ben tweaked her nipple, Serena arched up a bit as her tongue tangled with his. Once again those tiny shocks of pleasure slithered through her, causing her core to burn and her most sensitive spot to tingle with desire. He started grinding against her, fingers moving to hook under the hem of her shirt even though he didn’t take it off completely. Cracking open her eyes when he pulled away from her lips, her breath caught in her throat at the hungry expression on his face.

  Suckling and licking, nipping at the firm, dark peak, Ben drew out another moan as the muscles in Serena’s feet flexed on their own. Her legs fell from around his waist to lay askew, opened wide for his attention. Squeezing his hand as he bit her nipple just enough to hurt, her hips almost left the bed if he didn’t stop them with his own. Moving to the other breast, he treated it with the same care as pleasure threatened to whisk her away.

  “Oh-h G-… God... Yes...” Ben smiled against her lips as Serena’s moan flowed into his mouth. His fingertips taunted her, rubbing between her folds and massaging her clit but not enough to do more than frustrate her.

  “You like that, baby?” Plunging two fingers into her moist heat, he didn’t give her time to answer as her body jolted. There wasn’t anything slow or steady about him, knuckles banging into her pelvis hard enough to make her ache. Slick, the sound of her juices squelching with each insert was like some erotic drum as he reached deeply inside her.

  “Y- yes! Yes! Right there...” Tearing her mouth from his, Serena panted heavily and Ben wasted no time in attacking her neck and chest. His hand pumped, giving her no respite and he took her skin between his teeth and clamped down. Pushing her hips up to match him, she gripped at the comforter above her head and tried to make herself as long as possible.

  “B- Ben... Ben- I’m gonna...gonna...” Serena barely got the words out before Ben moved farther down, tongue tickling her belly and swirling around her navel. Still he didn’t break pace, his free hand gripping her breast as he played with her expertly. The cold spear of air he blew onto her clit was the last straw for her, and the orgasm she’d been suffering without for the past half hour washed over her.

  “Yes...baby, that’s it.” Slightly chapped lips brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves as Serena arched off her bed completely. Ben’s fingers curled and twisted inside her, their space restricted as her walls tightened and quivered around them. A moan flowed from her chest, louder than what she’d given off so far; she wasn’t worried about being heard in that moment, though.

  By the time Serena was resting on the comforter again Ben was in front of her face, one hand h
olding himself steady while the other kept her pajama pants from getting in the way. Placing a searing kiss on her mouth, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her entrance and she spread her legs wider. With trouble her arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him down on her and intensifying the kiss.

  The second Ben’s cock passed her entrance Serena felt another orgasm rip through her. Lungs stuttered and toes curled as her torso contracted sharply until she had to break away from his lips. Burying her moan in his shoulder as he continued plowing into her, she could taste him in her mouth. He filled her channel, hips stuck together as his chest heaved under her cheek.

  “Fuck- you feel so...fine... Shit-” Pounding into Serena, Ben wrapped his hand around her hip to keep her in place as her heat sucked him in over and over again. Her walls clamped down on him, tightening with every thrust until they trembled and quivered in release. Pushing himself to sit up, he held her on his lap and leaned back a little before continuing his efforts. The sight of her beautiful, perfectly sized breasts bouncing was mesmerizing, and he couldn’t resist taking a swollen nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh G- God! Fuck- yes! Fuck- fuck...” Serena cried out as Ben impaled her, spearing her as deeply as he could before exiting only to return. He was hard and rough, sucking and biting and making a general mess of her insides. It made her feel wanton and sexy; most of all it made her forget what lay beyond the confines of her bed. Long fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back sharply as he nailed her with force.

  “Oh fuck- Serena-” Pulling out of her channel completely, Ben buried his face in her breasts and Serena shivered. Cum spurted onto her belly and thighs, already quaking from her exertion. Their sex had been quick and rough and thorough, and she panted heavily through a dry throat. Holding his head to her, she closed her eyes and slumped against him before his arms wrapped around her back.

  “Thank you.” Hoarse, Serena’s simple message came out after a long, long while of nothing but the forceful movement of air. Below her Ben leaned back, laying down and taking her with him. He nudged her off him so she could stick to his side, her light coating of sweat acting like a glue. Getting comfortable, she rubbed her face against his shirt while his hand fixed her shorts. They hadn’t even taken off their clothes, his jeans still around his thighs if she looked down far enough.

  It didn’t really matter to her, but she’d like to see him naked one day. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be today, but she could hope. That thought was the thing she used to stave off the reality of what was going to happen as soon as she left this room. In this moment she forced herself not to think about her mother, instead basking in the feeling of satisfying sex.

  “You’re welcome. We should do this again. I’ll strip you properly.” At the jibe a small, goofy smile wormed its way onto Serena’s face before she glanced up at Ben to find him smiling as well.

  THE END

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  Sealed by A Kiss

  This was definitely not the sort of life that Debra was used to. Sitting like a prisoner in between walls with guards watching over her just wasn’t her sort of thing. This was not what she had signed up for when she enrolled as a journalist and yet right now there was nothing that she could do about it. She looked around at the other ‘prisoners’ like her. They were all men, five in number and she was the only female. She needed to get the hell out of this place, but as she got up and headed for the door, she was blocked by a huge uniformed chest.

  “Where do you think you are going?” he said to her.

  “You people have no right to hold me here. I came here on my own free will,” she said defiantly, but the soldier just stood looking at her as if she was a little child asking for the impossible.

  “I'm sorry, ma'am, but we cannot let you go out when there is full-fledged war raging out there. We are here to protect all American citizens and there is no way that we are going to risk losing you,” he said, grasping his gun a little harder to drive home the point.

  To this soldier, commands were like the gospel, and there was nothing that she was going to do to make him change his mind. She went back to where she had been seated, her blood raging with anger within her veins. She thought about the way that all of this began. When the war had begun in Kabul, she had decided to come here as a journalist. The main reason for her coming to Afghanistan was so that she could get the story from the perspective of the locals, and not what the government wanted people to hear. Everything had been going according to her plans, until the US marines had come in. One day while coming from gathering information, she had walked out of a building only to be bundled into the back of a jeep by the marines. According to the information that she gathered, the people that had been ‘rescued’ were to be held here awaiting transportation to another point, before they were put on a ship and taken back home by SEALs. She found it absolutely absurd especially since she had come here on her own, not caring what sort of danger loomed up ahead.

  It had now been almost twenty-four hours and they were being held like prisoners in the make shift camp. They could not even use the toilets without an escort. Debra felt unsafe, more unsafe than she would have felt outside in the open fields where she could see everything that was happening. Here it was just them, the guards and the high walls around them, complete with razor wires at the top. If she could get a chance to do it, Debra would gladly have escaped without even thinking twice. That, however, was just going to remain a thought and nothing more, because there was nowhere that she was going with all of this security around them. She sat back against the wall and closed her eyes, hoping that all of this was just some bad dream that would soon come to an end.

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  They all sat in the back of the truck as it bumped along the road. Seal Special Agent Chris Mason did not pay much attention to the other soldiers in the back of the jeep. It was a good thing that they were now heading back to the ship after the long day, searching the whole area to see if they could find any American citizens to rescue. This had to be the most boring mission that he had ever been on since they had not encountered any action so far.

  As he sat in the bumpy truck, his mind wandered. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman and the effects were beginning to have their effects on him. It had been at least three months, which to him felt like a century especially since he was used to having sex every single day. He felt as if his manhood was going to explode with all of the lust that he had burning deep within him. He would have loved to go and whack off but that was something that never satisfied him as real sex with a woman actually could.

  “Chris, are you actually listening to a word that we are saying,” the senior commander said while touching him on the hand and bringing him back to the present.

  “Um sorry, just feeling a little absent-minded, Sir,” he said to the colonel.

  “Well, we are going to pick up some people later on at one of the camps, and I would like you to take charge of that team, if you don’t mind,” the commander said to him.

  “Yes, that will be fine with me, Sir,” he replied politely as the truck bumped along the dusty track.

  “Okay, that is going to happen this afternoon. We will bring them to the vessel and wait to hear if there are any more Americans to be found before we transfer them home,” the commander said, looking happy with the decision.

  “No worries, I have everything in control and there is nothing to worry about,” he said, glad for this because it finally meant that he could be trusted to lead, which automatically meant that he might soon be getting a promotion, which meant that he just might have his own team to run.

  It was late afternoon by the time that they came within the vicinity of the camp where they were going to pick the American citizens. Chris could not help thinking the way that they were being used as some sort of couriers or cabbies, despite the fact that they were professionals, trained in deadly warfare. They were
all seated in the back of the jeep, him and three others and the drill was pretty simple. Get to the camp, deal with the necessary paperwork, get the citizens out of danger and take them back to their camp, from where they would be ferried to the ship for their ride home. This was a drill that should have been given to a less elite group, but then again, where there was war you never knew what surprises lay ahead for you. One had to always be on their toes, ready to deal with anything that came up.

  “Lance, I'm going in with you. Kendrick, you and Steve keep a watch out here while we clear with Sunders,” he said as they all jumped off the jeep, with Steve and Kendrick taking their positions by the gate.

  The camp was guarded by a huge perimeter wall complete with razor wire on the top to keep out anything. Chris and Lance made their way to the gate, where they were cleared by the supervisor, Sunders, before they drove into the compound to pick up their latest ‘guests’. It was the normal drill and all of the people came willingly, except one boy in the back, who seemed to take his time. He had a hat pulled down over his face, and he was wearing the normal Arab garb that hid everything within.

  “Hurry up, we have got to run or else we will make it back to camp when it’s dark,” he shouted at the group as they came towards them.

  The boy finally walked up to where Chris was standing by the jeep and when he looked up into Chris' face. Chris felt his blood pumping through his veins. He was surprised when the softest looking brown eyes looked into his own. It was not a man at all, it was a very pretty looking dark skinned woman and despite the fact that she was dressed in a loose fitting garb, Chris could tell that she had a very fine and sexy figure under it. Just the thought made his manhood shift around in his pants and he hoped that it would not misbehave and start growing hard in his pants.