Sanford’s leg touched hers. He probably did that on purpose. She faced him as Clint pulled out of her drive. “How’s the campaign going?”
“Good. We rented the old bookstore next to Mountain View.”
“That’s awesome. Having such visibility on Main Street will help.” Here it comes. They were going to ask her if she’d given thought to helping.
“I agree. Can you believe three people have volunteered already? One came with a list of possible supporters. That’s really going to be a big help.”
Oh. There goes her list. “Seems like you have everything under control.”
“We do.”
Then why do you need me?
Clint looked in the rearview mirror. “What did you do yesterday, darlin’?”
She stiffened. Did he have spies that told her she’d met with Brooke? It didn’t matter. No way he’d know what they’d talked about. “I met with a friend for a short lunch. She owns the computer store.”
“Brooke, right?”
Oh, crap. Was he having her followed? Or did Clint know because he worked for Justin Bradford, cousin to Brooke’s fiancé, who happened to be a detective.
“That’s right. How do you know her?” The men only arrived in town a few days ago. Brooke didn’t live in Pleasure when they were here.
“We bought some computer equipment for the campaign office.”
That made sense. “Oh.”
Sanford placed a hand on her thigh, gave one squeeze, and let go. “Catch me up on the old gang.”
The gang referred to all their high school friends. When she was a freshman, Sanford was a sophomore and Clint a junior. Chelsea was much younger. Vicki and the men might have occupied the same building, but their paths didn’t cross very often. Clint was a three-sport athlete, whereas Sanford was the head of a few clubs and competed in debate. Even in high school, he liked to lead and hated to lose.
Surprisingly, she and Sanford were on the chess club for a year, where he won all but one match against her. She did run into Clint on the field when she covered the sports, as she loved taking pictures and often would ask him to pose for the yearbook.
“I ran into Mr. Waterson a few weeks back.”
Clint glanced in the mirror. “How is the old trainer?”
Mr. Waterson could tape an ankle faster than most of the men in Pleasure could rope a calf. “Good, but he has arthritis in his knees.”
“That sucks.”
She couldn’t help but glance at Sanford’s artificial knee. “Speaking of which, how is yours doing?”
“I’m good, but it’s not the same as the right knee. The left one gets stiff sometimes when it’s damp.”
“Stop by sometime and I’ll give you a massage.” The second those words were out of her mouth she figured he’d jump to the wrong conclusion. She hadn’t meant anything sexual by that comment, but he’d probably think she did.
“I may take you up on that.” Had it not been dark outside, she would have been able to see if his eyes twinkled.
Clint exited I-90 at Bozeman’s Main Street. She looked at Sanford. “Where are we going?”
“To the Emerson Grill.”
She clapped her hands. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“I know. They use organic produce.”
She leaned back. “Is there anything you don’t know?” Being Chelsea’s brothers gave them a decided advantage as she and their sister shared everything.
“There are lots of things. But that’s what’s fun about life. Finding out.”
She thought about all the things she wanted to learn about them. Now that they were all healed, what would they be like in bed? The one time she’d made love with Sanford, she’d had to ride him because he wasn’t supposed to put pressure on his kneecap. Missionary style and doggie style had been out of the question.
She’d been the aggressor with Clint, too, since his arm had been in a sling.
Clint pulled up near the front of the restaurant probably because it had started to snow. So much for global warming. Sanford exited first, reached for her hand, and helped her out. The wind whipped back her hair, and he wrapped an arm around her waist as he hustled her inside.
Warmth immediately surrounded her. She loved being here with its rich leather booths and cozy interior. He stepped up to the hostess and gave her his name.
By the time they were ready to be seated, Clint had come in after parking. The hostess escorted them to a booth. Clint slipped in one side and held out his hand for her to join him, and Sanford sat across from them.
Clint leaned over. He smelled of the fresh outdoors. “This way, you don’t have to crane your neck to talk to the future mayor of Pleasure.”
How considerate. “The future mayor, huh?” She thought she detected color racing up Sanford’s face, but the lights were too dim to be sure.
“Don’t believe Clint. He thinks all he had to do is wish for something to come true and it will.”
She liked that. To give them the chance to mention the campaign manager’s position, she wanted to direct the conversation toward politics. “Besides endorsing the hydroelectric plant, what else is your platform?”
Sanford’s eyes slightly widened as if he hadn’t realized she’d be so interested. “I want to lower the impact fees. That should attract businesses with good-paying jobs.”
“Don’t forget to mention,” Clint said, “about fixing the roads and repairing the water lines. The winter in Montana is hell on roads and pipes.”
She chuckled. “Amen. The pothole near my house hasn’t been fixed in over a year. That alone should win you the election, but can you do it without asking for higher taxes?”
Sanford winked. “You are a smart one. I’ve been looking over the public records to see where I might be able to cut some services. Nothing is for free, angel.”
“Don’t I know it. Insurance costs are going up and coverage is going down. It’s harder for people to come to rehab.”
Clint placed a hand over hers and squeezed. “Things will work out. Just you see.”
What did that mean? She didn’t get to ask because the waiter came to take their order. The men insisted she go first. “I’ll have the mussels appetizer and the prosciutto con chèvre pizza.” She loved coming here and knew what items made her favorites list.
“Excellent.” He turned to Sanford next and then Clint.
The men ordered steak, which didn’t surprise her.
She turned to Clint. “Tell me about your first day as deputy.”
“Nothing exciting, darlin’. Tom and I handled a domestic violence call on Marge Wilkerson. She was threatening to beat her husband over the head with a frying pan because he didn’t put the toilet seat down.”
She stifled a chuckle. “Seriously? What did you do?”
“We lowered the lid, and she calmed down.”
“Yeesh. I bet you didn’t expect such petty calls.”
He shrugged. “That’s what happens in small towns. Some days will be exciting, others not so much. Tom did tell me about your friend Brooke’s escapades with witnessing that drug dealer’s murder.”
She shivered. “I know. That was scary as all get out. Even I was afraid to go outside.”
Clint wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “We’ll keep you safe.”
She glanced up at her hero. “Thank you, Sir Clint.”
His brows rose. “I’m a Sir now?”
“Yes, as in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight?”
He laughed. “I was thinking of a different kind.”
Then it dawned on her. Her use of sir might not have been a good choice. At least she hadn’t called him master. Heaven forbid. Or wasn’t there a difference?
The waiter showed up with their dinner, and the aroma made her stomach grumble. For the next few minutes, they inhaled their food as if all three were eating from nervous energy.
She leaned back to rest. Her men sure could eat.
My men?
/> Yes, they were her men. While they might not have been close in high school, they shared the same experiences such as cheering for all the Pleasure High School athletic teams, going to the same parades, and they probably spent some time helping neighbors shovel their way from under a deluge of snow.
One place they could all claim as their winter hangout was Palmer’s Lake. Most went there to skate, but a few thought of it as a place to make out.
“What are you smiling about, angel?”
She jerked her attention back to Sanford. “Just thinking about ice skating and Palmer’s Lake.”
He grinned. “I really sucked at ice skating.”
“Uh-uh.”
Clint touched his shoulder to hers. “It’s true, darlin’. Back then, Sanford grew so fast, he wasn’t very coordinated.”
She glanced back at Sanford. He pressed his lips together and nodded. “Guilty, but that didn’t stop me from trying. During the winter of my freshman year I wanted to impress one of the cheerleaders so badly that I would sneak out of the house at night and practice.”
Sympathy swamped her. In high school, no one ever did that for her. “Who was the special girl?”
He glanced to the ceiling and back at her. “I honestly don’t remember.”
She doubted that, but it was nice that her jealousy gene didn’t have to flare up.
They talked about some pranks they’d pulled in high school, and before she knew it, they’d finished eating their meal and had dessert.
She patted her stomach. “I’m stuffed.” And don’t say you hope I’m not so full that I can’t handle your cocks stuffing me some more. She audibly gasped at that lurid thought.
Clint latched onto her hand. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Crap. People didn’t gasp at nothing. She had to come up with some excuse or they’d think she was losing it. “I think I left the stove on at home.”
Sanford had already paid, so he pushed out of the seat. “Then we better go check.”
Darn. She’d really been enjoying herself. They’d talked about everything except the campaign, but she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of asking if the position of the manager was still open. If he’d recruited Chrissie, she might put up a fuss, but she really doubted he’d ask her. Sanford seemed determined to win.
On the way home, Sanford drove and she sat in the back with Clint. She kind of thought, or rather hoped, that maybe Clint would try to kiss her or at least touch her leg or something, but he didn’t. He asked about her other clients, what she liked to do in her spare time, who she hung out with besides Chelsea, and other mundane topics. What happened to things like we love you and want to be with you?
When he drove through downtown passing the Mountain View, she slumped back in her seat. They weren’t going to bring her to their place to seduce her. Shortly, they arrived at her street. Would they at least walk her to the door?
Sanford cut the engine. He climbed out, as did Clint. Maybe now she’d get her chance to be with them.
The snow was coming down rather hard, and she rushed the best she could in heels to the front door. She slipped a few feet before the steps, but Clint was there to steady her.
“No need to ruin those pretty heels.” He swept her up into his arms.
“Whoa.”
He grinned. “Just being a rescuing knight.”
She laughed. They certainly were different from the injured and ill men she’d fallen for. They were so much better now.
He set her down. “Where’s your key, darlin’?”
She dug into her purse. While she was completely capable of opening her own door, it was nice to let them do it.
He twisted the key in the knob and escorted her in.
This is it.
Both men would take off her clothes, swoon over her pretty white lingerie set then carry her into the bedroom. Too bad she didn’t have any cuffs or anything, but a good spanking might be nice—or not. She wasn’t sure she’d like pain.
Sanford and Clint both faced her. “We had a wonderful time tonight, angel.”
“So did I.” Sanford walked around her and headed toward the kitchen. “Where are you going?” She meant to ask him why he was going to the kitchen.
“To check if you left the stove on.”
Whoops.
He returned. “All good.”
“Thanks. Can I get you guys something to drink?”
“No, darlin’. We have something else in mind.”
Chapter Six
Both men eased toward her, and Vicki’s pulse soared. Their gazes latched onto her face and her breath hitched. Was this it?
Clint reached her first. His arms slid around her back then tugged her so close her breasts pressed hard against his muscular chest. His lips slightly partly and slower than the sun sets, he leaned over, almost as if he was waiting to see if she’d withdraw.
Not even a shout of fire could pry her from his body.
To show him how much she wanted him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. As if she’d pressed the launch button, Clint captured her mouth, and her body exploded with two years of need.
When he begged for entrance, she greedily opened up. The moment their tongues touched, it was if time had stood still and she was back in their home. He lowered his arms and managed to slip off his coat while kissing her. He let the heavy material drop to the floor. Only when another set of hands clasped her waist did she realize that Sanford was there waiting for equal attention.
Vicki broke for air and turned around.
His eyes looked glassy. “The time has come, angel.”
Oh, God. Was she ready? Really ready? She hoped so.
“Yes.” It didn’t matter he hadn’t asked a question.
Clint slipped her coat from her shoulders and Sanford, keeping his gaze on her, took off his. The suit jacket came next. The action of him slipping his arms through his sleeves and then loosening his tie had her heart beating fast and her panties dampening.
Clint ran his hands down her arms then reached in front of her and cupped her breasts. If he expected her to jerk away, he’d be waiting a long time.
“We need to take this into the bedroom,” Clint said with his lips pressed to her ear.
Sanford nodded down the hallway. “I take it the bedroom is down there?”
“Yes.” Thank goodness, she’d changed the sheets and cleaned the bathroom. Tonight would be an evening to remember.
She stepped in her room, walked over to the dresser, and lit the candles she’d placed there earlier. Her hands shook. When she’d made love to them two years ago, she was in much better shape. Since they’d been gone, food had become her comfort, her lover. Now she regretted her weakness.
“Angel, were you planning to seduce us?”
She faced him. “Maybe.” Having candles instead of lamplight would cover some of her flaws.
Sanford stroked her cheek. “Then we need you to do something for us.”
His dreamy voice made her body ache. “Anything.” Did they want to tie her up and spank her before they sank their cocks in her? Delight shimmied up her spine.
“We want you to stand still while we take off your clothes.”
She wanted to ask if she could reciprocate once she was naked, but from what she’d found out, Doms didn’t want their sub to ask questions or take the initiative. “Okay.”
She closed her eyes, fearing they’d see something they didn’t like and not be able to hide their disgust.
“Keep your eyes open, angel, and do what we say.”
Darn.
She thought they would have asked her to lie down on the bed, but when Clint unzipped her dress, it seemed as if they were intent on her standing.
Even after Clint lowered the zipper, he didn’t slide the dress off her body right away.
Sanford held her shoulders tight. “Lift your foot so Clint can take off your shoes.”
She did, and he eased first the right one then the left one of
f. Now she was glad she hadn’t worn stockings. Had she owned a garter belt, she would have worn one of those, as she always thought it was sexy.
Sanford leaned in close. He lifted a lock and twisted it in his fingers. “You have the softest hair.” He brought it to his nose and sniffed. “You smell so good, angel.”
She prided herself on it being thick and shiny, but the curls she could do without. “It’s an ordinary color though.” As for the scent, she did spend money on a good quality conditioner.
He stilled. “Putting yourself down is not acceptable. You must see yourself as beautiful.”
“Even if I’m not?”
His head jerked back. “If I didn’t think it would make you too uncomfortable, once we have you naked, I’d parade you in front of a mirror and point out how perfect you are.”
“Perfect? You must be thinking of the way I used to be.” But even back then, she was anything but slim. “Now, my hips are too wide and my belly pooches—”
He placed a finger on her lips. “I will not tolerate such denigration.”
Jeez. “Okay already.” He hadn’t changed.
His shoulders straightened. “Angel, there’s something you need to understand about men who are Doms.”
“They make you do what they want?”
He moved closer and lowered his head until his lips were ever so close. Their breaths mingled. “You have it all wrong. Everything we do is to make you happy.”
She didn’t want to sound ignorant. “I know.”
He lifted her chin. “Do you?”
“Maybe.”
With a hint of a smile on his lips, Sanford slid her dress down her shoulders and let the material float to the ground. She held her breath, waiting for the comment about how she’d changed.
“Clint. Come here and see how beautiful she is.”
Joy, as well as a raging set of nerves, raced through her. Clint kept a hand on her waist as he moved in front. “Oh, darlin’, you are exquisite. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Her pussy dripped. He returned to her back and unhooked her bra. The freedom made her inhale. His fingers eased their way under the cups, and he pressed on her nipples. She dropped back her head and moaned. Nothing had ever felt this good.
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