The American Soldier Collection 2: Mastering the Art of Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She looked at Jax. He was so damn serious. She should feel intimidated and concerned for her well-being. So why was every feminine part of her body aroused and growing wet?

  “I don’t know,” she whispered, and Jameson pushed down on the bed with his fists making the bed dip slightly. Her breasts bounced from the abrupt movement.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, Jameson. I didn’t think that it would get that far. I didn’t want to think that I could be a victim to a man’s sexual assault.”

  “He could have raped you,” Jax added, and the tears hit her eyes at the realization of how close she had come to that fate.

  “I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you than the truth. I’m used to handling things on my own. I don’t have anyone to do it for me. It was me and him,” she admitted as the feelings of how alone in the world she truly was hit home hard. The tears welled up in her eyes.

  “You’re wrong,” Jax stated then reached across and touched a finger to her nipple. She felt the shot of fire run through her breast and straight to her pussy as he stroked that nipple and continued to arouse her. A tear escaped from her eye. She shouldn’t show weakness with men like these two. She knew nothing about them or their intentions. Things were running amuck rather quickly.

  “You’re not alone anymore. You have us,” Jameson said, and she felt the tip of his cock against her folds. She sucked in a deep breath as she held his gaze.

  “I don’t think you get what’s happened here tonight. You really think that this is a game? That we would bring you to our home, fuck you, then make you leave in the morning?” Jameson asked as he reached down and stroked her pussy with the tip of his cock. She burned with need. She wanted this to mean so much more, but he was confusing her.

  She turned her head slowly side to side in disbelief.

  “Please, Jameson, I don’t know what you want from me. This is not normal for me. The last two weeks have been unexpected.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock between her folds. She felt her pussy grip the bulbous bit of flesh, and it wanted more. She thrust her hips slowly forward in an attempt to get him all the way inside of her.

  “We know you’re not easy. That’s not the concern. The concern is the fact that Jax told you that we were there tonight as your security. You were informed about how and when to use that button. Yet, you failed to do it quickly enough.”

  “And it nearly cost you. I nearly killed that man for attempting to hurt you,” Jax added and then cupped her breast.

  “Why are you both so angry?” she asked, and Jameson pressed his cock deeper into her.

  She parted her lips and held on to his forearms. Her body welcomed his invasion.

  “You belong to us and we care about you. That scene, that moment of knowing you were in trouble and breaking down the door to see him on top of you, enraged me,” Jameson said as he held himself within her.

  Her eyes widened as a feeling of belonging, being wanted tried to squeeze its way into her hardened heart.

  She fought it tooth and nail even though the sensation of his thick hard cock sitting still inside of her made her shake with need for him to move and to fuck her.

  “It won’t happen again. I’m sorry I made your job difficult.”

  Jameson pulled out then shoved back in hard, making her gasp but arousing her more. She felt her pussy clench and leak. Oh God, he was so forceful and sexy when he was angry.

  “You’re right it won’t happen again,” Jameson stated firmly as he stroked in and out of her pussy.

  Mariana tried to calm her excitement at his control. What’s wrong with me? I’m turned on entirely too much by his aggression.

  He lifted up, pulled nearly all the way out, then thrust into her harder, deeper. This time she ran the palms of her hands up his chest and pulled him firmer to her. He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she opened to his assault. She parted her thighs wider, wanting his cock to reach her womb and bring her the satisfaction she needed after the ache he caused.

  He moved his lips off of her mouth and toward her neck. He continued to thrust in and out of her as she dug her heels into his ass cheeks trying to get him deeper.

  “More, Jameson, more,” she yelled, and he slowed down and paused inside of her. He looked down into her eyes, and she wanted to scream for him to continue. It felt so damn good.

  “I want you to trust me, Mariana. Trust that I’ll take care of you and so will Jax.”

  What was he saying? Why such seriousness?

  “I don’t want to think about anything else right now, Jameson. I just want you both to make love to me. All this intensity is making me crazy with confusion,” she said then tried to pull from him. In a flash he lifted her up from the bed with one arm around her waist, and as she wondered what he was doing, she saw Jax. He was standing by the bed, placing a condom on his cock. Jameson flipped her around, stunning her at his agility and strength to move her around like a rag doll.

  He was on his back, about to lie down when Jax lifted her up from around her waist and she watched Jameson put on the condom.

  “You want us to just make love to you and save the talk for later? Then that’s what we’ll do,” Jameson said as he grabbed hold of her hips and impaled her onto his cock. She moaned at the sensation of instant fullness and then after two upward pumps from Jameson, she felt Jax’s hands pressing her back downward so that her chest touched Jameson’s. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her puckered hole felt as if it responded to the indication of what was coming. She craved it and she couldn’t help but wiggle her ass.

  Smack.

  “Hey.”

  The smack came out of nowhere.

  “Watch where you’re wiggling that, baby. Jameson took it easy on you before. I’m a bit different when it comes to fucking my woman’s ass.”

  “Oh God, please, Jax. Please go slowly,” she begged. She shivered from his words, the deep tone of his voice, and of course the fact that he referred to her as his woman. She could only dream such a fairy tale would come true.

  He ran his hand up her spine and took hold of her hair. She felt the chills run over her flesh as her breasts pushed forward and her lips parted.

  “You’re done being an escort. There’s nothing to discuss.” He covered her lips with his own and kissed her quickly on the mouth just as his words sunk in. She wanted to protest to say what gave him the right, but he chose that moment to part her ass cheeks and press some lube to her anus. Jameson thrust upward and held her neck and cheek in his large hand.

  “Come down here and kiss me. I love the way you taste,” Jameson said and drew her in for a heavy kiss. A moment later, as his tongue stroked her mouth, Jax pressed his cock through the tight rings and thrust balls deep. Pulling from Jameson’s mouth she moaned as the burning and full sensation filled her.

  “Oh God, I can’t take it.”

  “You will take it,” Jameson said then thrust upward.

  “Escorting job is finished. Understood,” Jax said then began to stroke into her ass as Jameson counterthrust into her pussy. She was on a roller coaster of emotions. They wanted her. They were so big and hard and sexy, why not allow them to control her? Then came the fears of being hurt and disappointed. It was the cycle of her life. But with every stroke, with every endearment of passion and desire that left their lips or encased her with their bodies and hands, she relinquished her hold on independence. It ultimately led her to believe that happiness could be reached. The questions was, could she give up that control completely and allow two men to care for her while she let go of her past and all its mistakes?

  Chapter 9

  “So things didn’t go quite as planned,” Buster told Clover as he joined him outside of the Centurion Estate.

  “Why not? It was simple enough and Ellington is a pro at what he does. There’s not a slimier womanizer in existence.”

  “Yeah, well, Mariana had bodyguards. Jax and Jameson Spaulding.”

  Clover squi
nted his eyes and tried to stand straight without swaying. He was a bit drunk. A precelebration of what was to come.

  “That wasn’t planned. How far did Ellington go?”

  “From what I found out, he was straddling her on the floor, about to force her into submitting.”

  “Hmmm. That must have been a sight. I knew that Ellington would jump at the opportunity to have Mariana. She is quite stunning and youthful. There’s almost a pure innocence about her. Virginal, actually.”

  “Yeah, well, she disappeared.”

  “Probably back to Freda’s. That woman has taken a major liking to Mariana.” Clover began to walk toward his limo and Buster followed.

  “What would you like me to do next?”

  “Maybe let the rumor start. Let them know that someone is trying to frazzle them and will take anything that is valuable from them. Perhaps a small but direct message that states I’ll go as far as I have to for revenge. That should keep them unhappy.”

  Buster smiled. “I’ll take care of that. What about the information on the Spaulding brothers possibly being hired as security for Darian Rothesburgh? The heist you were planning could be compromised.”

  “X-Caliber hasn’t gotten the contract yet. I was schmoozing with Rothesburgh earlier. I put in a good word about Pro Tech Security being the best. As long as he uses them, then the heist will be successful. When Rothesburgh has those one-of-a-kind paintings delivered to the community gallery show next month, they’ll disappear. I have men in place and the security will be easy to penetrate with Pro Tech in charge. I had people placed in the security company a year ago in preparation for this event. How stupid of Rothesburgh to even allow such fine and unique pieces to be on display in a community center hotel. We got this. We’ll work it out. Just send the message.”

  Clover smiled as he got into his limo and left the estate.

  * * * *

  Mariana got out of the shower and found a thick, fluffy, black robe sitting folded on the bathroom vanity. She was completely in awe of the bathroom in the penthouse and the huge walk-in shower with way too many showerheads. Jameson had a remote control that set the direction of each head plus the temperature, too. When she asked about the contraption, he shrugged his shoulders as he mumbled something about him creating it. Jax chimed in about Jameson being humble and that he was some kind of inventor. The thought made her feel a mix of emotions. She was proud of him, which was odd, because that was a silly feeling to have for a man she hardly knew and whom was much older than her. She felt intimidated, once again, as thoughts of not being good enough for Jax and Jameson entered her mind. Finally, she felt sad about leaving them, and leaving them was a definite must so that she couldn’t get hurt. This situation wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. Every time she glanced around their penthouse and absorbed all the decorations, the items, she could never afford, she reminded herself about her apartment. That small closet of a space was all she had. It would never be a home. It would never provide safety and warmth like their penthouse instantly made her feel. Safe. Here in this place, with Jax and Jameson, she felt safe. She didn’t think she was a scared or timid individual, so why now? Why, when being exposed to a different way of life, did she feel so minuscule and in need of reassurances?

  As she placed the robe on, she dried her hair and thought about how weak Jameson and Jax made her and the power they already held over her. Just thinking about their bodies and their good looks made her feel wanton and needy. But when she thought about beyond last night and this morning, she couldn’t see herself being truly loved by them or cherished. She just didn’t think she had anything to offer them. They were at least ten years older than her. They served in the military and experienced war. They established themselves in a lucrative career and were extremely wealthy. Jameson was an inventor. An inventor! I’m not even finished with college. I live in a shitty neighborhood and piece-of-crap, one-bedroom apartment and I have bills, bills, and more bills. This isn’t going to work. I’m not good enough for them.

  * * * *

  Jameson was whistling as he cooked up the bacon and eggs. Jax sat in the chair at the table dressed for the day in dark dress pants and a dark-burgundy shirt.

  “We need to make some changes right away,” Jax stated.

  Jameson turned toward his brother as he pulled the last pieces of bacon from the pan then turned off the burner.

  “What changes are you referring to?”

  “We need her here with us. We should have her things brought here, the last month’s rent paid so she can leave and move her in here immediately.” Jax pulled out his phone. “I can have everything done within the next few hours.”

  “Whoa. Hold on a minute. I think Mariana is going to have something to say about this, Jax.”

  Jax tried to calm his breathing.

  “She was almost raped, Jameson. Men look at her and want her. She’s ours,” he said so firmly and with such conviction he even shocked himself. He was acting like an animal, an alpha male staking his claim.

  Jameson ran his fingers through his damp hair.

  “Listen, I feel exactly how you feel, but Mariana is scared. For Christ’s sake, Jax, she didn’t hit the panic button right away even knowing that we were there for her. She’s used to being alone, dealing with things on her own and with no help. If we come into this relationship and smother her, we’ll just be pushing her away. We need to ease into this. This is the real deal for me. Marriage, a family, and maybe spending more time in the country. She’s been on her own and she needs reassurance from us.”

  “I don’t like it. Let’s cut out the bullshit and just tell her this is the way it is.”

  Jameson shook his head.

  “No. Trust me on this one. She’ll bolt. I already think she wants to leave now.”

  Jax stood up.

  “Leave? She’s not leaving and going back to that neighborhood. Something might happen to her. She’s staying here and that is final.”

  “Jax?”

  They turned to see Mariana standing in the open foyer from the hallway where the bedrooms were.

  She had her arms wrapped around her waist and the robe was way too big for her small frame.

  “Good morning, baby. Breakfast is ready. How was the shower?” Jameson asked as he swiftly made his way toward Mariana. Jax thought she looked gorgeous and so petite standing there in the huge black robe. He could wake up to seeing her like this every morning for the rest of his life. The feelings struck him hard as he quickly turned away from her.

  * * * *

  Mariana didn’t know what was going on, but by the sound of their muffled voices, Jax and Jameson were having a heated argument. It just validated her thoughts that it was time to leave.

  Jameson pulled out a chair for her to sit, and then he placed some eggs and bacon onto the plates.

  They all sat at the island in the kitchen and quietly ate. She just picked at the bacon and eggs. Normally she would be in heaven eating a breakfast like this. She hadn’t had time to hit the store this week and she was surviving on yogurt and peanut butter sandwiches, minus the bread. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her fear of their response when she told Jameson and Jax that she needed to head home, she ate.

  “I guess you like my eggs,” Jameson said, and when she looked up, both men were watching her.

  She felt embarrassed as she wiped her mouth then took a sip of juice.

  “They’re good.”

  “When was the last time you ate?” Jax asked with a tone that made her belly quiver and her nipples harden. He was so damn forceful all the time.

  She was scared to answer him. Jameson placed a hand on her knee, and she jumped then looked at him.

  “When?” Jameson asked.

  She cleared her throat. “Last night at the gallery, why?”

  Both men exchanged glances.

  “What did you have?” Jax asked.

  “Why?” she replied.

  “What did you have?” he repeated, and she le
aned back in the chair and folded her hands on her lap. A glance at her clean plate and then at Jax and Jameson’s full ones indicated that she obviously had been eating very quickly and they noticed.

  “I had some hors d’oeuvres.”

  “You must have been starving, by the way you just swallowed those eggs and bacon. You hardly chewed,” Jax said then stood up. He took her empty plate and walked over toward the stove to add more eggs and bacon.

  “I don’t want more,” she said, and she was embarrassed for being caught eating like some starving orphan. That thought instantly caused a pain in her belly.

  “Eat up. There’s more when you’re finished with that.”

  Jax placed a full plate down in front of her, and a quick glance at Jameson and he looked concerned and upset.

  She pushed the plate forward.

  “I’m done. I don’t want anymore.”

  “Eat it,” Jax ordered. He actually ordered her to eat. Was he fucking kidding?

  “No.” She stood up.

  “I think it’s time for me to leave. Can you get me my dress Jameson?” she asked and he just stared at her.

  “How often do you eat, Mariana?” Jameson asked.

  “Why are you giving me the third degree about my eating habits? I’m sorry I wolfed down the food. I was hungry.”

  “How often?” Jax asked. She sighed in annoyance and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Standing here in just a robe, she felt so exposed to them. It was as if they could see into her life. She couldn’t tell them that she was struggling to make ends meet and that more often than not she went to bed hungry. It was a good day if she got to eat a regular meal. That was another bonus to being an escort. The food spreads were phenomenal at the events she attended. It was the one full meal she could look forward to. It was crazy, but even after one escort job, she looked forward to the food almost as much as she looked forward to viewing some fine art.

  “I’m watching my figure,” she replied with attitude to their stern expressions.