Ways in the Guardian: A Menage Romance Book Collection

by Barbara Downey

  Andrew stared at Pete and Lucy with an expression that Lucy wasn’t sure should comfort or terrify her. She had been expecting him to be outwardly angry. Instead, he glared at them, his tone surprisingly even. “Good evening. So glad that you could finally join me.

  *****

  When Pete and Lucy didn’t say anything, Andrew shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “When a little birdy told me that they thought the new ranch hand was fucking a girl in town, I had no idea that it was my girl.” He stared at Lucy sadly. “I should throttle you for cheating on me, woman.”

  “I won’t let you!” Pete exclaimed, quickly standing in between Andrew and Lucy. “You don’t deserve Lucy, she nothing but sweet and you treat her like she’s your slave. Or even worse.”

  Andrew stared at the cowboy amused. “Be that as it may, she’s still arranged to be married to me. There’s really nothing you can do about it. You’re lucky you got to have her as long as you did.” Andrew stood up and made his way towards Lucy and the door behind her. “Come on Lucy, I need to be taking you home.”

  “No, Andrew.”

  “I don’t think you heard me correctly. We’re going home and we’re moving this wedding up. We’ll get married next weekend in potato sacks as long as I know you belong to me.” When Pete wouldn’t get out of Andrew’s way he shoved him roughly and Lucy was convinced a scuffle was going to ensue.

  “Andrew, NO!” Lucy cried. “Listen to me. I’m not going to come with you and I’m not going to marry you either.” She exhaled trying to collect her thoughts. “I’m sorry, but I don’t love you. I know you would provide me with anything I desire. We’d have nothing to worry about financially but I can’t do it. Andrew, you’re cruel and you took my virginity before it was yours to take. I can’t stand being around you.” Lucy almost covered her mouth at being so brutally honest but now that she was going she couldn’t stop. “I tried really hard to make it work with you but running away or even killing myself seemed like a better option than marrying you.” She looked at Pete who gave her a small smile before she finished her speech. “Plus, I love Pete.”

  The silence that followed stung. Lucy waited for him to punch Pete or for him to scream. Instead, Andrew fell back into the chair and placed his head in his hands. “You hate me. You love another man.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Andrew looked up, his face suddenly sinister. “Prove it.”

  Lucy and Pete exchanged looks before she stammered. “What?”

  “If you love him, show me. Let him have you right here, right now in front of me.”

  “How dare you make a lady do such a thing, she’s no whore that can be bought to act out your fetishes.”

  Andrew smirked at the pair so wickedly that Lucy knew they were in trouble. “That might be true, but I could paint Lucy to be a promiscuous woman. I could have you arrested and lynched for ultimately anything. If you love her like you claim you do, you will have her in front of me. Do you understand?”

  Lucy shut her eyes, trying to weigh the options. It would be uncomfortable for her to do such a thing, but she would not have Pete suffer for her actions. “I’ll do it,” Lucy proclaimed. “Under one condition.”

  Andrew looked like he was going to laugh. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

  “You let me go” Lucy returned. “You let Pete and I run out of this town and you don’t go after us.”

  The man contemplated that for a moment before he gave her a curt nod. “Very well. I’ll find someone else to share my fortune.”

  Lucy looked to Pete who looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t have to do this; we owe that man nothing.”

  She cupped his face in her hands. “Just one more hoop to jump through.” Then she began to pull at the ties of her skirts and petticoats, letting them fall to the floor with ease. She unbuttoned her shirt and soon she was standing naked in the small bedroom. She almost laughed when she thought about how Pete had seen her naked more than Andrew ever had.

  Pete kissed her gently as Lucy helped him unbutton his own shirt and pants. He stepped out of them before he took handfuls of her hair and ran his fingers through her long locks. Lucy held him as tightly as she could since she would need his strength for what she was about to do. They broke apart from their kiss before she gave him a reissuing look and slowly sank to her knees.

  Pete’s cock wasn’t fully aroused and she couldn’t fault him for the situation. She took him into her hands and began to pump back in forth until his member rose to attention. She tried to keep her touch gentle but she worked the tempo and even tried to surprise him with an occasional twist of her hand. Pete clearly enjoyed it but he was holding back. Lucy looked at him one more time before she placed a kiss on his penis and began to kiss him up and down his shaft. Pete hissed in delight and over in his chair Andrew looked outraged. Lucy had never touched him like that. Lucy continued wrapping her lips around Pete’s cock and began to bob up and down as fast as she possibly could. Pete could no longer contain his pleasure and he cursed softly as he gently placed one of his hands on the back of her head. Lucy liked that Pete was enjoying himself; if they weren’t being forced to do this in front of Andrew she would have stopped and asked him if she was doing better since the night he first taught her how to perform oral sex. Now was definitely not the time.

  Just when Lucy was thinking that it was time to change to something else, Andrew snapped her away from the moment. “I have changed my conditions.”

  “Excuse me?” Lucy exclaimed, taking Pete out of her mouth. “That’s not fair!”

  “I want you to do that to me,” he panted. “I want him to make love to you while you do that me. I’ll let you go, no questions. I just need to know what that would have felt like with you.”

  Lucy had no reason to say yes. He’d been awful to her and she owed him nothing. But Lucy knew that she needed to humor him. They would be that much close to being on their way to California.

  “Come over here,” she murmured. There was no turning back now.

  *****

  “You don’t have to do this Lucy,” Pete reminded her.

  “I know,” she replied simply. Then she got on all fours, staring at her would-be husband. “Let’s give the man what he wants.”

  Lucy tried her best to seem excited as she took her former fiancé’s penis in her hands. Just as she did with Pete, she tried to make it pleasurable. She twisted her wrist and she even tried to use two hands to make him groan with desire. Lucy knew that he wanted her to use her mouth, but she teased him as long as she could. It was nice to have the power for once.

  Pete dropped to his knees and lined himself up behind her. Lucy never imagined in a million years that she would ever be doing something sexual with two men at once but here she was.

  “You tell me if you don’t like something. You understand?” Pete urged.

  Lucy nodded and groaned as Pete entered her and filled her to the hilt. She loved the way it felt to be on her hands and knees, his cock filling her in a different way than missionary did. She let him fall into a rhythm, bobbing in and out before she finally took Andrew into her mouth. Then she stopped focusing on how she needed to leave or if they would survive their journey. All that mattered now was giving pleasure and getting it in return.

  Lucy worked for a while, trying to go quick and shallow for a while before she would slow down and take him as deep into her mouth as possible. It wasn’t long before Andrew was practically putty in her hand. He groaned and begged her to finish him so she went back to her fast tempo. Andrew reached his climax before she had a chance to take him out of her mouth and use her hands. His seed hit the back of her throat and he yelled as his climax shook his body. Lucy spit him out and focused on herself now. She backed up against Pete’s body begging him to thrust into her as hard as he could. This encouragement seemed to inspire Pete and soon Lucy found herself climbing that same mountain and her muscles twitched before she finally had a climax of her own. Pete wasn’t far beh
ind her and soon all there were panting and trying to come back to earth.

  After a moment of nothing but breathing, Andrew finally spoke. “I believe you now. You love him. You can go.”

  Lucy stared at the man in shock. She never believed that it would be so easy. Before he had a chance to change his mind she rose to her feet and began to dress. She threw Pete his clothes and in about five minutes they were dressed and packed up and running down to Lady.

  It was dark when they left Whispering Willows. They sat on Lady’s back and for a while neither of them said anything. Finally, Lucy broke the silence determined to know what was on Pete’s mind.

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

  “I’d do it again if it helped you find your freedom,” he replied. “We can never talk about it again if it bothers you.”

  “Why don’t we keep it our secret?” Lucy agreed. Then she leaned back against Pete’s chest, happy to know that the worst was probably behind them. “Thank you, for everything.”

  “Of course, Lucy.” Pete answered. “You’re worth saving.”

  The journey wasn’t easy. They spent most of their time traveling from town to town trying to find food to eat and a place to rest their heads for the night. Occasionally they slept under the stars or they would stay in a town long enough to make a bit of money but a few months later Pete and Lucy finally arrived in the town of Hope, California.

  Hope had opportunities for everyone. There was plenty of unclaimed land that could be bought for farms. It took Pete a while but he was eventually able to afford a little plot that would someday be his cattle ranch. Lucy had plenty of choices as well. She could have been a seamstress and there was an Inn similar to the Golden Horseshoe but Lucy decided that she wanted to give back. She wanted to help other people so she asked the town doctor if he needed a nurse and she’d found steady work ever since.

  Lucy and Pete married soon after they arrived in Hope. It was a small ceremony in the town chapel with the town sheriff and the doctor as their witnesses. Lucy wanted to be sure that Pete really wanted her with all her baggage and the man assured her that he wouldn’t have run away with just anyone. After everything Lucy had been through, marrying Pete Bishop was an easy decision to make.

  They built a beautiful farmhouse complete with a porch and multiple barns that would not only house their cattle but also Lady and the other animals they ended up buying and trading. Lucy worked hard to make sure that she did all her chores around the ranch as well being completely present at her nursing job. She was exhausted but for the first time in a long time Lucy felt whole. Meeting Pete Bishop was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Not only had he helped her escape but, in essence, he had helped her discover who she truly was supposed to be. She would have never stood up to Andrew Perkinson had Pete never come to stay the Inn and every day she thanked God that he’d given her such a gift.

  THE END

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  Texas Bride

  “Ma’am, I think the rustlers hit again, word has just come down from the far end of the farm, and I think that they made away with quite a sizeable number of cattle,” George, the foreman of the ranch said to Clara, who was pacing the office in the ranch house furiously.

  “How could you let something like this happen again, George, because now I really don’t know what I am paying you to do around here. This is the second robbery this week and this is something that we cannot let keep happening, because it means that we will not be making any profits from the cattle,” Clara said to the foreman and she tried to think of a way out of their predicament.

  At 23, she was one of the youngest ranchers in Houston, Texas, having inherited the ranch from her great grandfather. Clara had a passion for ranching and was trying to make into one of the most profitable ranches in the area. Being a woman, it was pretty hard coping in the male dominated ranching world, but from childhood, Clara had always been the type of woman that never gave up.

  She had been raised by a single father, her mother having died while she was still a little child. That was probably the reason that she was more of a tomboy and preferred to be in the company of men, although she was never interested in having a relationship.

  “Ma'am, I think we might have to reinforce the men on the borders of the ranch to stop such intrusions in the future,” George said, but Clara's knew that would not be the solution at all.

  “Nope, we have been adding more and more men every week, but things just seem to be getting worse, I think that I'm going to have to do something very drastic,” she said, thinking out loudly.

  “What do you intend to do?” George asked, and she could tell that he was debating whether his job was on the line.

  “I'm still thinking about it, I might have to consult with the sheriff first before I decide what is best,” she said, pulling her Stetson low over her face. “Get my horse ready for me, I'm riding into Houston right away.”

  “Would you like me to come along with you, ma'am?” George asked.

  “No, I'll go alone, just like I've always done,” Clara said to him as she made for the stairs that led upstairs to her bedroom.

  She had heard that there was a man that lived in the area who knew how to take care of thugs, even though he did not have such a good reputation. He was a known player, and Clara despised all men who did not treat women right, despite the fact that she was yet to find that special person. She would have to bring the man to her ranch just for the sake of security, since in the past he was one of the worst outlaws who happened to know all the bandits and now that he had turned his life around, he was one of the most feared men. He was mostly a bounty hunter but did all sorts of things. In the one and a half years that Clara had been in Houston, since she had inherited the ranch, she had not gotten the opportunity to meet him, although that was because she did not want to be associated with men like him.

  She made her way out of her bedroom armed with her wallet, stuffed in the back pocket of her pants, and her rifle, which she would put in the saddlebag in case anything happened along the trail into town. She had always been a free soul, the sort of woman that did not depend on other people. When she was a young girl, maybe five years old, her mother had died, and she had been left in the care of her father ever since. He had been her hero, and was the one that had taught her everything that she knew. She had grown up more in the company of men than women, and she could do most of the things that men did very well.

  “The horse is saddled and ready for you,” George said as she walked out of the main door to the front of the house.

  “Thank you, George,” she said walking towards her adorable horse, May Flower.

  She patted the horse on the mane for a minute, before she hooked her foot into the saddle and climbed onto the horse. She galloped off the ranch, taking the main road into town. The sun had come up pretty hot and so she pulled her Stetson low over her eyes, shading them from the glaring rays. Twenty minutes later, she rode into town, heading straight to the sheriff’s office so that she could report the incidence that had happened at her ranch. This time she was definitely going to have to do something about it, since she knew that there was nothing much that Sheriff Murphy would do about it.

  “Hello, Ms. Wild,” the sheriff said as she walked into his office.

  Clara had never really liked the sheriff because he had the sort of notion that a woman was not supposed to run a ranch. He was the old school type of guy who believed that ranching was a man’s job, while the woman belonged in the kitchen.

  “Sheriff,” she said, holding the brim of her hat.

  “What brings you by my office, is everything okay at the ranch?” he asked, waving her to a seat that was before his desk.

  “I got another raid last night, and several hundred cattle were stolen, Sheriff,” she said to the balding man.

  “I always tell you that running a ranch is not a woman’s place. You sho
uld get yourself a husband so that he can run it for you, Ms. Wild. I'm pretty sure that you could do much better with a man, because men are the ones that know how to handle such matters,” the sheriff said, sounding rudder than he ever had before.

  “Sheriff, I don’t mean to be rude, but that is a very obnoxious thing to say. When my grandfather left the ranch in my hands, he knew very well that I am capable of running it just as well as any other person out there. It is very chauvinistic of you to say something like that,” she said to the sheriff. “Anyway, I just came by to let you know what happened although I know that there is hardly anything that you, a man, can do about it. This is just a formality, Sheriff.”

  “I'm really sorry, Ms. Wild, I did not mean to sound so rude, but alright, I'll just take down your details and find out if there is anyone that knows anything about the animals,” his cheeks had turned red as he talked, and Clara could tell that he had not expected her to be so direct with him.

  “I'm going to prove to you and all the other men that think that women cannot run a ranch, wrong, Sheriff,” she said as he reached into his drawer for the reports folder.

  *****

  “Are you sure that we are headed in the right direction, I mean, we have been riding for hours and there is still nothing in sight,” she said to the guide that she had hired in town to lead her to where Lowry Cruise was. He was the one that was going to help her get rid of the robberies so that she could redeem her ranch.

  “Yes, he is usually camped by the river beyond the fork,” he said, pointing in the direction in which they were heading.

  “Okay, but if he is not there, I'm going back to Houston. I wouldn’t want the dark to get me this far away from home,” she said to the guide.

  “Believe me, he will be there, I have known him a long time,” the man said, and she was glad that she had made some of her ranch hands come along, since she would not have risked going this far with a total stranger.