Ways in the Guardian: A Menage Romance Book Collection

by Barbara Downey

  “I didn’t know that there were women here,” he said to her, avoiding her gaze for the fear of the effect it would have on him.

  “Great, not only are we being held here against our will, but we are also being held by a bunch of chauvinistic pigs,” she said bitterly. He had to stop himself from getting mad.

  He wondered how human beings could be like this. They were only trying to help them in these dangerous times and yet the bitch had the balls to insult him.

  “Ma'am, if we could please have some respect around here, I think it would be much better. We are only here for your own good,” he said to the woman, who continued to look at him.

  He could not see her directly as he was avoiding her gaze, but from the little that he could see, he could tell that she was the sexiest woman on earth. There was something about her that just seemed to get him completely turned on. Maybe it was due to the fact that he had not had sex in quite a while that his body seemed to be reacting to her scent and all right now.

  “Alright, I'm sorry for being rude, but the thing is that I am the one who brought myself here and I don’t understand why I have to be forced out,” she said, her looks softening. As he looked at her lips through the corners of his eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against certain parts of his body.

  “I'm sorry but we are working under orders, ma'am, but once we get you out of here, I'm sure that the government will be glad to explain everything to you,” he said to her before turning to look at his other soldiers. “You guys will take care of the men; the woman will be with me.”

  Lance signaled for the men to follow him and they did so obediently. Chris looked at the pad that he was holding, checking out the people’s names. Debra Santana. She had a name that sounded just as sexy as she looked. He began walking back to the jeep, turning to look at her, but she seemed to stand her ground. He continued walking towards the jeep without turning to look at her again, and sure enough, she came dashing after him.

  *****

  He had not looked at her even once in the jeep and she could not understand. Maybe he did not like her, or better still, had no interest in black girls like herself. Debra found herself wondering why she was looking at him this way. Okay, he was not as stone faced as the other soldiers who wore indifferent faces. She could tell that he was vulnerable to an extent and thus the reason why she was taking particular interest in him. He was tall, had the physique that any woman would die for, not to mention the looks. It had never been in her nature to look at soldiers this way. She was used to a different kind of company, the company of fellow journalists back in the office in Boston. This soldier was a killing machine in human flesh and he would probably put a bullet right through her head if he was ordered to. He was just not her sort of guy, and never would be.

  Debra found herself looking at the nametag on his shirt, Chris Mason. From the look of things, she could tell that he was the one who was in command of this group of soldiers that were taking them to God knows where to wait for their ride back home. Since she was stuck with him, and being a journalist who was curious and not used to silence, she decided to make conversation with him. Maybe she could get some info from him along the way that might go a long way in helping her get the story that she was looking for.

  “So, I take it that you must be Special Agent Chris Mason,” she said to him thoughtfully as the jeep bumped along.

  “Lieutenant Mason, ma'am, that is what everyone refers to me as,” he said to her, still not looking at her and seeming more interested in the terrain that was beyond her.

  “Okay, Lieutenant Mason, what happens to us once we get to the camp, are we being taken back home immediately,” she said to him, telling that he was a SEAL from the uniform he was wearing.

  “Yes, you will be shipped back home, although that could be in a couple of days, weeks or even months before we begin on the journey,” he said, the last part of the sentence making her jaw drop to the ground.

  “Months, okay this has got to be some really bad joke, right? If you had just left me back there I would have gone ahead with my work and probably even gotten back home before your ship gets there,” she said to him. “God, this is so not happening.”

  Why wasn’t he looking at her, dammit! She knew that this was the wrong time for her to think about things like this, but the truth was that Debra was madly attracted to the soldier, even though she knew that he would never be her type, or could he?

  “So, have you been a soldier for long?” she asked, looking at him as he continued to avoid looking at her. The good thing was that he was at least talking to her, which meant that they could have a conversation, even if it was not the best one.

  “I've been a SEAL for a pretty long time,” he said to her thoughtfully. “I joined as soon as I finished school and I think that it is a pretty interesting job.”

  “Interesting? I guess you guys get to kill a lot, huh!” she said, wondering what it must be like to live with the conscience that she had killed someone.

  “That is probably the hardest part about doing what we do, and we don’t do it because we want to. We do it because we have to bring some sort of order and will only kill the enemy,” he said, for the first time, his eyes sweeping over her, fine blue eyes that matched the blonde locks sticking out of the helmet that he wore.

  “I can imagine. I just can't picture myself being a part of you guys,” she said, wondering what sort of muscles lay under the uniform he was wearing.

  They went the rest of the journey in relative silence. Debra could not imagine the dirty thoughts that were going through her mind, all of them revolving around the hunk of a soldier that was seated opposite her. She did not even want to imagine how he looked without his clothes on, the thought making her feel a certain stirring somewhere in between her thighs. It had been quite a long time since she had felt this sort of arousal and she felt as if it was going to drive her crazy.

  “Okay, we are here,” one of the other soldiers shouted as he jumped off the jeep, having come to a stop inside some sort of camp. “All the men will follow me, and as for you, you will be under the boss.”

  All of the men in the group quickly followed the soldier as Debra stood there, pondering what to do. She did not trust herself to follow this hunk of a SEAL especially due to the way that her body was already feeling as if she was on heat. He stood there looking back at her, waiting for her to follow him.

  “Well, aren’t you coming? We might not get any food to eat in the mess if we delay,” he said to her, but she just stood there looking at him. “Well, you can suit yourself.”

  She was utterly surprised when he began walking away towards one of the buildings. Knowing that he was her only savior in this middle of nowhere, Debra quickly dashed after him, practically running especially after he had rounded a bend around a building. She almost had a head on collision with him as she found him waiting for her around the corner. He grabbed a hold of her before she could fall to the ground, steadying her as she found herself against his chest. She felt her blood rushing through her body in the most extreme way, her whole being suddenly more aroused that she had ever felt before in her life. Debra could feel the way that Chris’ masculinity was oozing through her and she could not even begin to describe the sort of feeling that it gave her.

  “I'm sorry, I thought that you had gone,” she said to him, breathing a sigh of relief because she was brown skinned and he could not see her blushing.

  “I thought that you were never going to come and so I was just about to come back and look for you,” he said, seeming to enjoy her discomfort as she felt goose bumps forming all over her body, her whole body now more on fire than she could ever remember. “Anyway, come on, we don’t want to be late for lunch.”

  They made their way to the mess, where they found the other soldiers and civilians already busy hungrily munching away. It was then that Debra realized just how hungry she was, temporarily forgetting about the way that her body was feeling. They
walked over to the counter and Chris picked up two trays, handing one over to her while he kept the other one. They were then served a nice hot meal, something that Debra had been longing for since she had not eaten a thing since they had taken her ‘captive’.

  *****

  “Dude, it looks like the new broad has really affected you, why don’t you just go ahead and dice her,” one of the soldiers said to Chris as he made his way to the gents.

  “Go and screw yourself, dude, how can you say such a thing? They are all civilians that are just here on transit,” Chris said to him, being the sort of guy that never wanted his fellow soldiers to know what he was thinking.

  “You might be able to kid someone else, but don’t think that you can fool me friend especially after we have been away on assignment for such a long time,” Burt said to him as he walked out of the washroom, leaving Chris by the urinal.

  His dick was as hard as a rock as he pulled it out of his pants to take a leak. It was almost impossible for him to even pee with it like that and he was glad that there was nobody else there to witness the trauma that he was going through. He felt like jerking off but he knew that the moment that he began, someone would walk into the washrooms and he would become the laughing stock of the group. He also knew that Debra Santana was waiting for him in the mess so that he could show her to the room where she would be spending the night, being that it was already becoming late, and most likely tomorrow they would be departing from the camp. That had been kept a secret from the soldiers on the ground, but Chris trusted his senses and he had the feeling that they were now in transit.

  He headed out of the washrooms almost fifteen minutes later, having waited for his manhood to cool off a little. He felt much better as he walked into the mess to find the black beauty seated all alone there looking kind of worried.

  “I'm sorry that I kept you waiting here alone for such a long time,” he said to her apologetically.

  “How courteous of you to leave me here all by myself? You could have gone and done your thing in the washrooms after showing me to my quarters,” she said to him, looking pretty annoyed as she got up, clinging tightly onto her handbag as if it held her life. “And besides, it feels like a year since the last time that I took a bath, and I'm just praying that you have some water around here.”

  “I'm really sorry,” he actually felt sorry for her, his body starting to get aroused when he tried to think what she would look like in the showers naked, her black shapely ebony body with breasts all firm.

  “You're in luck because we do have showers here, although they are shared by both men and women, because of the limited resources on the camp,” he said, leading her out of the mess and to the back, where she would be spending the night under his watchful guard. There was no way that he was going to be able to trust any of the other soldiers’ near ‘his woman’.

  “Perfect, at least that will make me feel much better, the sweat is killing me,” she said, and he noticed the way that she looked at him in a strange way.

  He did not know why, but he felt as if she was looking at him in a sexual way. That is unless he was feeling too clouded with intense lust to the point where he could not think straight. He led her to the very end of the camp to a small room that was right next to his own, opening the door and flicking on the lights.

  “Welcome to your temporary home. I'll just show you where the showers are, although I must warn you that the lights will be turned off very soon when the generator is switched off for the night,” he said to her, eyeing her through the corners of his eyes as she walked over to the small bed on the side of the room.

  “Well, if they are turning off the generator, I guess that you are going to have to stand guard right outside the bathroom because I'm not very good friends with the dark,” she said, tossing her handbag onto the bed and then turning around to look at him as she reached for the bottom of the white garb she was wearing and swiftly pulled it up.

  Chris stood there holding his breath, barely able to believe his luck as he watched her planning to remove the dress. He felt his dick tightening in his pants as it hardened again. Never had a woman ever made him feel this way before, and he almost couldn’t believe that it was his body that was feeling this way. As she pulled the dress off, he had expected to find her naked underneath, but instead he found her standing there in a fine set of bikers and a tight fitting t-shirt with short sleeves. The clothes held her tightly, and just like he had imagined all along, Debra had the sexiest looking body that he had ever seen. She had an hourglass figure, the sort of figure that he heard the soldiers talking about every time that they were on a mission, and her breasts were nice, big and firm, the sort of breasts that he felt as if he could massage without ever tiring.

  “Well, are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to hand me the towel,” she said, making him realize just how lustfully he had been staring at her.

  “I'm sorry, he said, walking into the room and hoping that his uniform was covering his crotch so that she couldn’t see the massive erection in there.

  There was a towel spread out on one of the seats in the room and he got it and then walked over to where she was, handing it to her with his eyes on her hot chocolate cleavage that made him feel like exploding. She moved closer to him as she took it from him. She was so close that her scent was driving him crazy with desire. She stood there, her brown eyes looking into his own, the stare so intense, he was sure that he could see desire seething in them. Her eyes went to his lips as he licked his upper lip and they found themselves moving closer to each other.

  His lips touched her dark ones as they began kissing, lightly at first, before he sealed his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply and hungrily. She tasted exotic and he found himself enjoying her kiss very much. His shaft hardened with lust as she let the towel drop to the ground and pressed herself into his body. She ground her belly against his shaft and Chris felt as if he was going to die of all the desire that he had burning deep within. Her hands went around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their kiss intensified. He had never felt so much desire in his life before, he felt as if his whole body was on fire. His hands moved over her back, resting on her tight buttocks as he squeezed them, pressing her against him.

  *****

  Debra had never felt this lustful before and now as she kissed the handsome soldier, she felt herself getting wet in all the right places. She felt her heat seeping into her thong and soaking it up. She felt her thighs becoming weak, almost as if she was about to fall to the ground. She felt a wave of heat sweeping through her being as she felt more aroused than she ever had. She could not believe that despite everything that was actually happening, she was standing here in a room kissing the hot white soldier. There was no way that she could stop herself even if she wanted to, because she was feeling way too needy at the moment. It had been quite a while since she had been with a man, and that was probably the reason why she was feeling like this.

  She felt his hand moving over her breasts as he began massaging them, making the hairs on her hands rise as her nipples pebbled painfully. As she kissed him, Debra wondered what it would be like to feel his lips on her nipples. Just the thought made her wetter than before, her clit throbbing in between her pussy lips. She felt his hands slipping under her top and making their way up her bare skin towards her breasts. She was not wearing a bra underneath the top, and she felt an intense heat running through her at the touch of her breasts. She let out a moan when she felt his hands on her breasts, fingers taking a hold of her nipples and beginning to massage them.

  She moaned into his mouth as pleasure rippled through her body all the way down to the hot spot in between her thighs. She would have preferred to have his hands down in her panties instead, giving her the sort of pleasure that she had been dreaming off since the first time that she had set her eyes on him. He massaged her boobs, pinching the peaks with just the right amount of pressure to send a zing all the way to her clit, exciting her tr
emendously. She felt so turned on, Debra was practically shaking as she oozed with lust that even surprised her. He pushed her backwards towards the bed and she trembled with excitement at what she knew might be coming her way.

  Without saying a word to her, Chris pushed her onto the bed, making Debra lie on her back. He then pushed her top up over her breasts, rendering them bare before he got onto the bed next to her, his head moving down to one of her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and Debra let out a moan, exciting sensations going through her body. She felt so much pleasure, she thought that she was going to die. His hand went to her other breast, pleasuring it with massages and gentle pinches on her nipple. Debra became wet, her juices now completely soaking up her thong, until she could feel them rolling down into her butt.

  Chris moved his mouth over to her other breast, giving it the same kind of pleasurable attention that he had given the other one. This time she felt one of his hands moving down her belly, her heart skipping a beat as she realized where it was headed. She felt the hand slipping into her bikers and she held her breath as it eased in between her thighs. She parted her thighs a little wider to give him access to her most sensitive spot, moaning with pleasure as she felt a finger driving into her pussy lips. He started running the finger over her clit in circular motions, sending her to yet another level of pleasure while at the same time nibbling on her tit. He then drove the finger deep into her slit, hooking the digit as it pulled out. Debra felt as if she had died and gone to heaven as she felt the hooked finger brushing over the most sensitive part of her vagina, her G spot.