Two Doms for Vicki [Pleasure, Montana 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Pleasure, Montana 9
Two Doms for Vicki
Two years ago, when Vicki Hollister nursed war-wounded Clint and Sanford Mansfield back to health, they fell in love—or so Vicki thought. For her own good, they ended the relationship when they returned to duty. Their decision devastated her. Now they’re back and want her, but can she trust them with her fragile heart?
When Sanford hires her to run his mayoral campaign, their passion burns and desire reignites. The problem is, Vicki is the poster child for vanilla sex, and the totally buff brothers are Doms. She’s gained a lot of weight since their departure, and she fears they’ll not be attracted to her anymore.
All goes well until the men misstep, and Vicki believes she can never be their perfect sub.
Clint and Sanford will do anything to win back her love, even throw away their cuffs and blindfolds, but will it be enough?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 62,264 words
TWO DOMS FOR VICKI
Pleasure, Montana 9
Melody Snow Monroe
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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TWO DOMS FOR VICKI
Copyright © 2013 by Melody Snow Monroe
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TWO DOMS FOR VICKI
Pleasure, Montana 9
MELODY SNOW MONROE
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
“Look, here they come!” Vicki Hollister jumped up to see over the crowd in front of her. “It sucks being short.”
Vicki’s best friend, Chelsea Caulfield, chuckled. “Tell me about it.”
A few of the taller men in front of her stepped to the side so she could see. Three Pleasure High School girls twirled their batons in front of two students holding a banner that welcomed home Iraq veterans, Clint and Sanford Mansfield. A twenty-student band marched behind them banging their drums and blowing their horns.
The crowd, all waving tiny American flags, cheered as the heroes neared. Vicki leaned closer to her friend, as the noise made it hard to talk. “You should have been in the parade. They’re your brothers.”
“I’m good,” she shouted back. “You know me. I’m not one to be the center of attention.”
That was true. Perhaps that was why Chelsea liked to stay in the kitchen and cook while her husbands hobnobbed with the customers at their bar and grill.
Next came a red pickup truck with Clint and Sanford sitting on hay bales in the back, waving to the crowd. She still couldn’t believe they were home for good. Two years ago, when they left her, they claimed they were army men for life.
Chelsea tugged on her sleeve. “Don’t they look handsome?”
“Yeah.” More than handsome. Naked, they were cover-model perfect. “Your husbands should be here to see this.”
A foghorn sounded as the men passed. Chelsea nodded. “Someone has to watch the kids. Besides, they’re getting prepared for the big party at the bar afterwards. You are coming, right?”
Vicki still hadn’t decided. She wasn’t sure she could handle getting her heart broken again. “I’ll try.”
Her friend tossed her an exaggerated frown. “You better. I know they want to see you.”
She’d been over this conversation a bazillion times. The two men she’d fallen in love with had only been home once since she’d helped them heal from their injuries. “Sure. That’s why neither wrote or called after they left.”
“You know why.”
They claimed it was because they didn’t want her to wait for them. They said if they were killed or were seriously injured, they didn’t want her to have to deal with their issues. Bullshit.
She’d made love once with each man, and it had been nirvana. Yet as soon as they were fit to go back to war after they finished rehab, they’d walked out of her life. Then zilch, zip, nada. It was like they’d evaporated. Had it not been for their occasional contact with Chelsea, Vicki would have been convinced they were dead.
Two more floats drove by. The first one carried the acting mayor, Megan Edgar, smiling from a convertible. She looked cold in her crisp suit, but that wasn’t going to deter her from getting out and doing her duty. A front had rolled in two days ago and brought with it a hint of snow. Another convertible with four city council members seated in the front and back seat drove behind her, making a cohesive-looking team.
While it wasn’t a long parade, Vicki was pleased there was a fine turnout. These men deserved a big thank-you for protecting their country.
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br /> Someone lightly elbowed her arm. “Hey, Vicki.”
That voice. Ugh. It was him. She twisted around. “Oh, hi, Doug.”
She’d met Doug Webb during a time of depression, after she’d finally given up hearing from Clint or Sanford again. When she learned they were leaving the service, she broke up with Doug. He didn’t take it well. She’d explained that she didn’t have the same kind of feelings for him as he did for her, but apparently, he didn’t care. For the last month he kept dogging her no matter where she went. He was harmless but annoying. If he didn’t go away soon, she might report him for stalking.
“They’re real heroes aren’t they?” he said, shielding his eyes against the bright sun.
“They are. Were you ever in the service?” She’d gone out with him for three months and never thought to ask.
“Briefly.” From his pained expression he didn’t want to talk about it.
The last of the parade went by, and the crowd folded in behind them. The destination was the courthouse at the end of Main Street.
Chelsea, who knew the whole Doug debacle, grabbed her hand. “Come on.”
Vicki waved at Doug. “Gotta go.”
He said nothing as she let herself get sucked into the crowd. At first she thought Chelsea was trying to help her out, but now she believed her best friend just wanted to get in front to hear her brothers accept the keys to the city.
“Come on,” Chelsea urged.
Clint had already agreed to a position as deputy. Her friend Lydia, the sheriff and deputy’s wife, had campaigned for him to apply. Having an extra man in the office would free up both of her husbands, she said. Now that was a smart woman. Clint was a perfect fit for the job as he had been in the military police and was now looking for employment.
According to Chelsea, Sanford hadn’t decided what he wanted to do. Apparently, he and Clint had saved all of their money while serving and didn’t need to work for a few months, but knowing Sanford, he couldn’t sit still for long.
The courthouse was located at the intersection of John Arnold Boulevard and Main Street. By the time they reached the park next door to the municipal building, the crowd had thinned. A small covered stage was set up with a few chairs in front. Clint and Sanford were already seated next to the acting mayor and the councilmen.
The mayor, looking regal in her plum suit and upswept hair, approached the podium and tapped the microphone. The crowd slowly quieted. Vicki had been the mayor’s physical therapist last year when she’d pinched a nerve in her back, and she’d gotten to know Megan quite well. During her recovery and afterwards, the woman had earned Vicki’s respect.
Megan gave the usual introduction then asked the men to come forward to answer questions from the good folks of Pleasure, Montana.
As soon as they drew near, several hands rose. The mayor leaned over the mike. “Go ahead, Crandall.”
The pharmacist stood. “Welcome home, boys. I thought you were going to be lifers. What changed your mind?”
Before either one of the Mansfield boys spoke a word, Vicki rehearsed her dream answer. It would be that they recognized their mistake in leaving the one woman who could make them happy and had to be with her forever.
Clint took the microphone from the mayor. “My sister, our niece and nephew are all the family we have. We decided we didn’t want to miss seeing them grow up.”
So much for her dream. More hands raised, but Clint lifted the microphone again. “Oh, yeah. My little brother is getting pretty creaky with his artificial knee. We thought he needed a desk job.”
Sanford grabbed the mike from his hand. “I am in perfect health. Wait until it rains and then ask whose shoulder is achy.”
The crowd laughed, but Vicki’s heart ached. She’d helped him rehabilitate that knee and thought he’d be fine for years to come.
Another hand rose. A fit-looking man in his forties, who Vicki didn’t recognize, stood. “What are your plans now?”
Clint leaned over the mike. “Starting on Monday, I’ll be joining the sheriff’s department.”
Several in the crowd clapped.
“I’m undecided,” Sanford added.
“What about running for mayor?” the man asked.
Jeez. Talk about bad timing, especially with Megan sitting on the stage. She might only be acting mayor but she planned to run in December. When Mayor Janet Peace had been killed in a freak skiing accident last February, the bylaws stated that the chairperson of the town commission would fill the spot until the next election. That was just what Megan had done. To date, no one had opposed her, and frankly Vicki didn’t expect anyone to. She’d done a fine job.
Sanford had the class to smile. “That’s not on my list of possible jobs at this time.”
A roar erupted from the crowd, all shouting things like why not? You’d be great. Please consider it.
To Megan’s credit, she got the group under control and seemed to be more careful about who to let ask a question. Within fifteen minutes, the mayor presented the men the keys to the city. While the token offering didn’t really give the Mansfield brothers any advantage, it was nice they were recognized.
Chelsea walked toward the stage. “Let’s give them a hug and walk back with them.”
Vicki retreated. She wasn’t ready to be near the men yet. “You go.”
“Vicki Hollister!”
She inhaled. “I need some time.”
Chelsea gave her a weak smile. “Okay, but remember the party starts in two hours. Be there.”
“Sure.” Or not.
* * * *
Sanford downed his beer and scanned the crowd at the Mountain View Bar & Grill. “Where is she?” The party had been going for three hours and Vicki hadn’t shown.
Chelsea placed a hand on his arm. “She’ll come. Maybe.”
He ran his palm over his short-cropped hair. “I don’t think we did a good job explaining why we left. She didn’t understand then and clearly she still believes we’re wrong now.” Their woman had a lot to learn, and he and Clint were just the Doms to teach her.
“That’s true. I tried to explain to her your reasoning, but she never bought into it.”
They knew it was in Vicki’s best interest to let her go. He and Clint both agreed they wanted her to have a good life with a man who was sure to come home every night. At the time, they thought they’d be in the service for life. As for why they believed they might be killed, his one brush with death had convinced them how dangerous the military could be. With such uncertainty, they couldn’t ask her to wait for them.
Now, they’d learned that Vicki had only dated one guy in the last two years, and he’d turned out to be a creep. What should have been a great homecoming was turning into a bust.
He faced his sister. “We did have a great thing going, but we loved her enough to let her go. Why couldn’t she understand that?”
His sister looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. “It’s never too late.”
“I’m hoping that’s true.” But if Vicki refused to talk with them, it would make their goal of being with her a hell of a lot harder.
“To change to another uncomfortable subject, what are you going to do with your life?”
Spend it making Vicki love him and Clint. “Haven’t decided.”
His sister looked up at him with an impish grin. “The idea of being mayor of Pleasure doesn’t float your boat?”
“Can you see me as mayor? What credentials do I have?”
She glanced to the door and his pulse hitched. He checked the entrance. Chelsea must have thought Vicki had come in. She hadn’t.
“You were your unit’s leader, you’re a native of Pleasure, and you’re decisive. Those are good qualities to have to keep the commission in line.”
He laughed. “Are you implying I’m a domineering SOB?”
She giggled. “If I believe Sharon, Barbara, Lori, and about ten others from high school, you were quite the Dom. That alone should qualify you to be the leader.”<
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“Ugh. Don’t believe them.” He might be a Dom, but he’d matured since then. At least he hoped he had.
A distinguished-looking man made a beeline toward him. It was the same one who’d asked him the question about being mayor.
Chelsea squeezed his arm. “Ooh. I think you have an admirer. I’ll check on the food.” His sous chef sister winked and disappeared into the kitchen.
He inwardly groaned. He wanted to enjoy being with friends and family for a few days before dealing with finding a job.
The man reached him. “Congratulations, Sanford. Heard you won a Bronze Star.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m not sure we’ve been formerly introduced. I’m Bob Sayles, vice president of Montana Power and Light in Billings. I served in Operation Desert Shield in the Gulf War.”
“Always nice to meet a fellow serviceman.” If he’d had a degree in engineering, he might think the man was here to offer him a job. “Can I help you?”
Bob widened his feet a little into a power stance. “Me and the boys were talking, and we wanted you to reconsider going against Megan Edgar. Can’t have her run unopposed, you know.”
“Why not? From what my brother-in-laws tell me, she’s doing a good job.”
Bob held up a hand. “I don’t mean to say she isn’t, but she and the commission seem to believe that progress is any ugly word.”
Now the man had his interest. “Care to explain?”
“Most of the men on the commission are affiliated with the coal plant. Hell, half the town works for it. I’ve wanted to bring in hydroelectric to the area for years but have met with nothing but opposition. It’s cleaner and better for the economy, but the council thinks it’ll cause workers to lose jobs.”