The American Soldier Collection 6: Their Masquerade (MFMMM)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M/M, bondage, light spanking, HEA]
Mariah Langcaster lost her brother, a Marine and undercover officer, to murder. His troop, four close friends, vow to protect her like a sister. Mariah doesn’t see L.T. Montgomery, Deacon Rayas, Quentin Hayes, and Axel Monroe as brothers. She wants them. But their continued denials send her further away, and into a danger none of them expected. She’s made her own vow. To identify her brother’s killer, an arms dealer, engaged in treason.
The last thing L.T., Axel, Deacon, and Quentin expect to find at the masquerade is Mariah. She’s gained the interest of some shady characters, and with masks in place, they could finally have the woman they want without the guilt they feel for loving her. The masks maintain their secrets, and it will take some serious investigative skills to figure out the good guys from the bad. One determined woman with enough inner strength and conviction to end a murder rampage and four determined Marines to prove their love once and for all. Anything can happen at the masquerade.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Mariah walked away from him and headed toward the stairs. She gripped the railing and prayed that she wouldn’t stumble. Before she reached the top of the stairs, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her up. Gasping, she grabbed on to the muscular body, relieved to see Axel.
“Oh God, Axel, you scared me.”
His stern expression made her shake in his arms. Brown eyes, dark crew cut hair, and the tattoos on his arm she knew were hidden beneath the shirt he wore had her libido going into overdrive. She lusted over these four men. Her brother’s best friends. She even had flashbacks of seeing Axel with no shirt on once. Hard muscles, dips and ridges of steel beneath his skin, and that sexy, black, intricate looking tattoo on his arm. The man was incredible.
“You’ve been going nonstop. You need to take a rest. What if you fell down the damn stairs and broke your neck? Then what?”
She just stared at his handsome, firm face. She was always so mesmerized by Axel’s ability to unnerve her and make her think about doing such naughty things with him. Hell, she’d do naughty things with any of them. But they saw her as Michael’s sister, and way too young.
Well, life’s circumstances could make a woman grow up fast, and some mature, way quicker than others. Sometimes she felt as if she were so much older, and that life was only getting tougher to survive.
“I’m fine. I need to be. Uncle Jeb can’t handle this all alone.”
He gently lay her down on the bed, and she clutched his shirt, letting her fingers press against his back muscles. He didn’t pull away, staring down into her eyes.
“You look exhausted.”
Just what I want to hear while I’m touching you and we’re both on a bed, with your lips inches from mine.
“I’m okay, Axel. I’m a lot stronger than you know.”
He raised one eyebrow up at her as he released her completely but remained sitting on the side of the bed next to her. His muscled thigh was against her thigh, and she fought to not close her eyes and moan in appreciation for this fine specimen of a man.
“You need to rest. Tomorrow will be worse,” he said.
She stared up into his brown eyes. Axel always looked so serious, and sad. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and always wore a black Stetson. Words of warning echoed ever so softly in the back of her mind. Michael had said to be careful and not trust so easily. Some of his friends couldn’t be trusted. Did he mean Axel? What about L.T., Quentin, or Deacon? Sweet, calm, and compassionate Deacon? Damn, she hoped not.
She pressed her tongue lightly out to lick her lower lip. She hoped that she wasn’t drooling. She wanted to pull off sexy and sophisticated, despite their misguided idea that she was too young for them.
“When are you headed back to school?” he asked, reminding her of their difference in age. So what that they were ten years apart? Randy was Axel’s age, and he wanted to date her or at minimum have sex with her. He came up with a lot of excuses to visit her.
“In a week. I have midterms.”
“You still planning on finishing up early?”
“Yes. As long as I pass all my classes.”
“Are you going to be able to handle studying and passing, with all the emotions going on?”
“You want to come visit me at my apartment back at school to help me?” she asked, feeling daring. She may be exhausted, and only twenty, but her body, in particular her pussy and her breasts, sure did recognize this hunk of male perfection.
He looked as if he were biting the inside of his cheek. Then came the reprimanding.
“You’re acting kind of brazen, college girl. You wouldn’t be able to handle me visiting you apartment.”
“Try me,” she replied, her voice cracking. He shook his head as he eased his thigh away from hers. She’d spooked him.
“You listen to me. You take your time in the men’s department. As a matter of fact, you shouldn’t even date anyone. And don’t go inviting men to your apartment so easily, acting all mature. You’ll be old enough, soon enough. Take it from a man with lots of experience and some years on you.”
Oh God, just what I needed to hear. His reminder of his experience, as I long to be part of his experience. And, the gall of him telling me to not date and to not be so quick to offer men to come to my apartment. I don’t just want any man there. I want four in particular. Geesh.
He stared at her and gave her an expression that stated his discomfort with the direction of the conversation. Well, when the attraction is there it’s there, buddy. When are you going to stop fighting it?
The dress fell from her body, and Axel took her hand. She glanced at the others. They seemed thrilled with what they saw, or at least she hoped so. The masks hid their facial expressions. But their eyes appeared darker, hungrier, and she shyly turned toward Axel.
“That is one sexy lace set you’re wearing.”
“It’s a shame that it will be coming off so quickly,” L.T. said, as he stepped toward her. In a flash he was behind her, and his thick strong hands clasped over her hips.
Axel stood in front of her.
“Undress me. I want to feel your hands on me, baby.”
She took a deep breath and reached forward. Her fingers were shaking as she undid the first button. She felt L.T. lower down behind her and he began to massage her ass cheeks.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”
“Oh God,” she whispered as she tried to remain calm.
Quentin stood beside Axel. He reached down and stroked his finger back and forth over the small patch of black lace above her pussy.
“I can’t wait to fuck her sweet, wet pussy.”
“Oh please, please.” She practically moaned.
She felt so alive, and so very wired.
Axel reached under her hair and gripped her head.
He stared down into her eyes.
“I want to feel your mouth on me. Would you like that?”
She nodded her head.
Would I like that? Holy shit, I have waited forever to feel you, touch you, and have my way with you. Of course I’d like that. Duh.
She felt L.T. behind her, and he pushed on her hips in a downward motion. He wanted her on her knees.
As she lowered, she reached for Axel’s pants and undid the zipper, and he assisted by stepping out of his pants. The fact he wore no underwear aroused something primitive in her, as she licked her lips.
He grabbed a hold of his cock. It was so thick, and long, she felt a bit hesitant. Then she felt the finger under her chin. She turned, and there was Deacon. He was completely naked and held his thick, long cock in his hand. Two cocks were pointed at her.
“Take mine and then his,” Axel whispered. As she leaned forward, she felt L.T. take her hands and pull them behind her. In a flash something was going around her wrists. Her breasts pushed forward, and Deacon stroked his cock between the cleavage of her breasts. She looked up and then L.T. moved her head forward so she could take Axel into her mouth.
Mariah had never felt so turned on, and she sure as shit never imagined two of her four men standing before her with their cocks in their hands waiting for her mouth to suck them down. She wasn’t good at this. She’d had very little practice. She more so learned how to give head in hopes of one day satisfying one of these men. Now she would need to satisfy double.
She was moving slowly. Obviously too slowly for Axel.
“More. Take more of me into that hot, wet mouth.”
She felt the fingers pressing down her panties, and she sucked harder.
“That’s right. Just like that.”
A finger stroked from her back to her front, and right into her pussy.
“Oh!” she moaned, releasing Axel. Deacon pulled her head toward him and she immediately took Deacon’s cock into her mouth. Both men tasted so differently, but she couldn’t focus on that, while L.T. stroked her cunt from behind her.
She lowered her ass, trying to get L.T.’s fingers to go deeper and reach that little sensation in her pussy that would send her over the edge. It was instinctive. But she just knew that it would make her come. Could the whole theory about a G-spot be true?
Back and forth she bobbed her head and tried to satisfy her own hunger building inside of her.
The bindings pulled on her wrists and added to the intensity she felt. Her fingers grazed L.T.’s forearm as he stroked her cunt. She felt the hard muscular arm. She was oversensitive, in tune to every bit of them. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have L.T.’s fingers stroking her pussy like this.
“Oh, baby, damn you’re good at this,” Deacon stated and then he thrust his hips forward. She nearly gagged.
“I’m gonna come if she keeps this up,” He added.
“My turn,” Axel stated loudly, and she was so busy sucking Deacon’s cock and thrusting her ass backwards against L.T.’s fingers she didn’t hear him. Deacon’s words stating that if she kept it up she would make him come fed her need to satisfy him. If she could be the goddess, the lover in bed or in this case, on the floor, that they desired, then maybe they could accept her for whom she was. So many wild thoughts ran rampant through her head. Every one of her senses was on alert. The scent of male flesh, their cologne, their masculinity and power, and holy fucking shit, the fact that she was bound made her suck harder.
It was as if she was in another place and was a different person. She felt so wanton, so sexual and wild.
“Fuck, baby, slow down. Slow down.” Her head was bobbing faster, L.T. was pumping his fingers deeper, and she felt something tight deep inside her getting ready to snap.
The smack against her ass came out of nowhere. “Oh!” she moaned, almost mumbling as she released Deacon’s cock and felt herself about to lose it. She was gasping for air.
“Do as you’re told or there’ll be more punishments.”
Quentin. Holy fucking shit, Quentin.