Two Doms for Vicki [Pleasure, Montana 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Sanford wrapped his arms around her waist and sat on the edge of the desk, holding her tight. They said nothing more, their rapid breaths beating together. Slowly, calm returned.

  “You are amazing.” He kissed her again. “Maybe sharing the same office isn’t a good thing.”

  Being so close had worked out well for her. “But you like to share.”

  “I know. That’s the problem.”

  “It’s only for eight weeks. How much trouble can we get into?”

  He kissed her neck. “Good point.”

  Someone opened the office door and rapped on the jamb. “Where can I sign up?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Clint had arrived at campaign headquarters, the lights had been on in the main room, but the door had been locked. Curious and not sure what to expect, he’d let himself in. Getting to see his beautiful woman naked, impaled on his brother’s cock hadn’t been what he’d conjured up in his mind’s eye, but it definitely had been the highlight of his day.

  “Don’t let me stop you two.”

  “Clint!” Vicki actually sounded embarrassed, but perhaps it was because there was too much light leaking in from the main room. He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

  “What, darlin’?”

  His brother lifted her off his cock and set her down. Since Clint was the only one dressed, perhaps he should be the one to get a towel. Anyone walking by would be able to see in, and having Sanford run around in the buff might raise some brows. “I’ll get something to clean you up.”

  He stepped out, turned left, and ducked into the bathroom. Paper towels weren’t the softest thing to wipe with, but when wet, they’d hold. He dampened the towel and returned.

  He stepped close, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air. “Allow me.” His brother shouldn’t have all the fun.

  Pleased she didn’t balk when he swiped her clean, he then tossed the towel in the trash. He wanted to kiss her silly, but her mind was probably still focused on Sanford. Thinking about dipping his cock in her ass had his cock throbbing. For now, he’d let her go.

  “I came to see if anyone or ones was up for dinner.”

  Vicki raised her hand. “I’m ready.”

  “Darlin’, I don’t know what my brother did to the old Vicki, but that girl would want to put some clothes on first. It’s cold outside.”

  “Ha-ha.”

  Vicki’s sense of humor really appealed to him. He hoped it stayed sharp after he told her about Doug.

  Both dressed quickly. “I’m thinking about the Grill House. That good for you both?” It was a high-end restaurant about two blocks from here. “I thought it would be good exposure for the next mayor.”

  Sanford chuckled. “You just want steak.”

  He patted his belly. “You caught me. I had two donuts for lunch and I’m starving.”

  Vicki plucked her coat off the hook by the door. “Why didn’t you have time to eat?”

  Because I was following Doug for part of the day. “Had quite a few calls. Nothing big. Come on.”

  It was dark outside so few people were on the sidewalk. He and Sanford walked on either side of Vicki to keep her protected. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and Sanford had a hand on her waist. Though Vicki was tiny, she could walk fast, and they reached the restaurant in five minutes. It was fairly early for dinner, and since it was a weekday, they had no trouble securing a table.

  The hostess escorted them to the back of the restaurant. Vicki slid into the booth and Sanford joined her. He took the position across from her. He might as well get the news out of the way so they could enjoy their evening.

  “I found out a few things about your Doug.”

  Her lips thinned. “Tell me.”

  “Do you know what an entry level separation from the Army is?”

  She visibly sank back. “No.”

  “I wasn’t able to get the full explanation, but Doug left the service before his one hundred and eighty days were completed. Seems he was a little unstable.”

  She drew her bottom lip into her mouth, and Clint had to look away. It pained him to see her doubt herself.

  “I didn’t know.”

  Sanford clasped her hand. “It’s not something someone would brag about.”

  “He wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t have fooled me.”

  Clint nodded. “Let’s forget about it and have a nice dinner.” He’d bring up her staying safe at a later time.

  The waiter came and took their drink orders.

  She inhaled and looked over at him. “I hope you’re coming to Sanford’s debut party on Friday.”

  Clint glanced at his brother. “Wouldn’t miss it. What time and where?”

  “At Clete Knight’s place. Party starts at 7:00 p.m.”

  “I figured either the deputy or the sheriff would like to come, but we can’t have everyone AWOL or the criminals will go wild.”

  She smiled, just like he hoped she would. For the rest of the dinner, he steered the conversation away from any depressing topics, and focused instead on finding out more about her hopes and dreams for the future. “Do you see yourself going back to school for a higher degree?”

  She shook her head. “The only purpose of getting my doctorate would be to teach, and I like helping people. It’s who I am.”

  “That you are, darlin’.”

  She leaned forward. “What about both of you? Sanford, even if you’re mayor, it’s not really a full-time job. Is there something you want to do?”

  “I’m torn between starting my own business and being a detective.”

  Her eyes widened. “Seriously?”

  “Which one surprises you?”

  Clint loved how easily she blushed. “Being a detective. You’re more of an entrepreneur since you relate to people really well.”

  “Thank you, angel.”

  She faced Clint. “Do you have any aspirations above deputy, not that it’s not a fine job in and of itself.”

  “Not at the moment. To me, nothing is nobler than being in law enforcement.”

  Her smile washed away any concerns he had about her thinking his job wasn’t ambitious enough.

  “As long as you love what you do, that’s all that matters.”

  “Amen,” he and his brother said in unison.

  The meal arrived, and boy was he hungry. In between bites, he was able to get the lowdown on what his brother had been up to.

  “How many people have you spoken to?”

  Sanford shook his head. “Not enough. I seem to spend all my time meeting with donors instead of voters.”

  “I got your back, bro. I’ve been talking to everyone I see, as have the others in the office. I think word of mouth is better than any campaigning you can do.”

  Vicki finished her wine. “He still needs to get out there. You two have been gone for years. When I was at Knight’s Delight I overheard someone tell a friend that they barely remember Sanford. They were quite adamant about the fact that the mayor should live in the town a while before he can decide what needs to be changed.”

  “Ouch.” Sanford wiped his mouth. “I think that will be my biggest hurdle, but it’s not like I don’t have ties to the town.”

  Vicki nodded. “You’ll do fine.”

  Sanford leaned over and kissed her cheek. “As long as I have your support, I’m happy.”

  The rest of the evening was spent chatting about a few of his cases, though he couldn’t go into much detail.

  When they were finished eating, Sanford paid, and they slid out of the booth. He wished he could speak with Sanford in private and tell him that Riley Landon, from Elite Detective Services, was taking the Doug Webb shift tonight, so Vicki would be safe. Clint understood how much she valued her freedom, and this would give all three peace of mind.

  Just as they reached the door, Clint patted his pockets. “Excuse me. I think my phone slipped out in the booth. Be right back.”

  He rushed back to where they were sitting
, pulled his cell out of his pocket, and texted his brother about Landon keeping an eye on Doug. Hopefully, if Sanford read the message with Vicki standing there, he wouldn’t mention anything about the contents.

  Clint returned just as his brother pocketed his phone. “Got it.” Clint waved his cell. “Let’s go.”

  The air had turned chillier and they hurried back. So as not to cause any suspicion, he said he’d follow her home. He mouthed to Sanford to let him take care of it.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  He was pleased she didn’t argue. The ten-minute trip to her house was uneventful. Fortunately, Doug’s car was not in front. Clint honked, waited until she was safely inside, before returning to the apartment. When he stepped inside, Sanford was sitting on the sofa nursing a beer.

  His brother looked up. “I can’t keep my hands off her.”

  Clint laughed. “I’m the same way, bro.”

  “No, I mean I really can’t stay away. I think I scared her a little today. I spanked her. Hard. At first she didn’t like it. Then when the heat raced to her pussy, she wanted more.”

  “I don’t see the problem.”

  Sanford guzzled his beer. “How can I last another seven weeks with her so near?”

  “Take it one day at a time.”

  “I want her to move in with us.”

  Clint sat opposite him. “I want that, too, but she’s not ready. As soon as the election is over, we tell her how much we love her again and make it permanent.”

  He inhaled. “If I last that long.”

  “I’m not suggesting we don’t make love with her, but she needs to get to know who we are as people. I don’t want her to think all we care about is getting laid.”

  Sanford stiffened. “I don’t get laid. I make love.”

  “You don’t have to tell me. It’s Vicki who might think that.”

  He finished the beer. “Okay. No sex until after Clete’s party at least.”

  Clint chuckled. “Good luck, bro. Good luck.”

  * * * *

  Vicki wouldn’t say Sanford was distant per se, but he hadn’t tried to kiss her or anything this whole week. Maybe it was because she’d been so focused on making his debut party a huge success that he didn’t want to disturb her. She’d called over fifty people to invite them to come, and most had responded well.

  The party was tonight and she was super nervous. Deciding what to wear only added to the anxiety. Chelsea assured her there would be plenty of food, and Luke said he’d personally deliver all the needed liquor. How great was it that Sanford’s sister catered parties and his brother-in-law owned a bar?

  In case she needed to do something at the last minute, she said she’d meet Sanford and Clint at the party. She’d already dropped off the poster and flyers with Bella, who assured her she was capable of bringing them to her house and putting them up.

  With nothing left to do, she closed up early and headed on home. Ms. Bailey said she’d be coming to the party, but Evelyn said she was a little under the weather. Besides, she didn’t like to drive at night. Because it was his birthday, Earl had been invited to dinner at his daughter’s house, so he wouldn’t be coming either.

  In a way she was glad she didn’t have be the mediator all night. As she drove home, she kept her gaze in her rearview mirror, praying Doug wasn’t following her home. She further hoped he didn’t decide to crash Sanford’s party, as that could be quite disastrous.

  Fortunately, Doug wasn’t sitting in her drive or parked on the street when she arrived. Vicki rushed up her steps and entered her house. Yikes. The place was a mess. She’d been so tired after coming home from work each night this week that she’d pushed cleaning to her do-later list.

  She jumped in the shower for a quick scrub. She’d washed her hair last night, so all it needed was a little straightening and she’d be set. Her big decision was how sexy to look.

  She was the campaign manager, but the people of Pleasure were simple folk, so she chose a black jean, cute boots with a four-inch heel, and a long-sleeve knit jersey top that had ruching in all the right spots to cover any lumps and bumps. A purple and turquoise necklace that her friend, Tammy Stanton-Harrison, had made added the perfect touch. She did a mental checklist to make sure she hadn’t forgotten to bring something.

  Nope. All was good.

  She slipped on her coat, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. Oh, shit. Her heart stopped then squeezed. It was Doug Webb.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Doug. What are you doing here?”

  He glanced to the ground then back up at her. Vicki stepped out of her house and closed the door behind her. She didn’t need him barging into her house and attacking her—not that he would, but Clint’s paranoia and story about Doug had gotten to her.

  “I heard about the party for Sanford, and I wanted to see if you needed help.”

  “That’s sweet of you, but everything is taken care of. Excuse me.” She tried to step passed him, but he grabbed her arm. Her mouth turned dry. “Doug, please. I’m going to be late.”

  He let go. “Do you love him?”

  She faced him. She so did not need this conversation. “Who?” She wasn’t sure if he thought she loved Clint or Sanford or both.

  “Sanford.”

  Before she answered, a horn beeped. They both looked. A black SUV sat at the end of her drive. The window lowered, and Brooke’s fiancé, Riley Landon, stuck his head out. “Forgot the address to the party.”

  Bless you, Riley. “Excuse me.”

  “We need to talk,” Doug called after her.

  “There’s nothing to talk about.” Ugh. She practically ran toward Riley. “Am I glad to see you.”

  “Problem?”

  She kept her voice low. “This guy, Doug Webb, is kind of hassling me. We dated a while back, and he thinks I’m his for life.”

  Doug slammed his car door closed and headed down the road. She turned back to Riley.

  He reached out the window and clasped her wrist. “If you want, I can keep an eye out for you.”

  She debated agreeing, but if Doug thought someone was tailing him, he might return and be even madder. “It’s okay. I’m hoping he won’t be back.”

  He handed her his card. “Call me if he bothers you again.”

  Somehow having an unbiased person around helped. “Thanks. Are you coming to the party?”

  “Nah. I just said that to get you away from that guy.”

  She smiled. How did he know the man might be dangerous? Maybe when Doug grabbed her arm and she’d yanked free, he knew she might need help. “I owe you one.”

  He smiled, waved, and took off.

  The cold had seeped in under her jacket, so she rushed to her car and was thankful when it started. Being late would be bad.

  The Knights’ ranch sat eight miles outside of town. While no headlights snuck up behind her, she kept thinking how lucky she was to have Riley come along when he did. She probably should have asked what he was doing in her residential part of town, but most likely he was visiting someone. Or had Clint asked him to check up on her?

  Before she could come up with a good answer, the Knight ranch appeared. In a separate building sat Raven and Hawk’s motorcycle repair and design store. What had once been an eyesore was now a classy addition. His sign was a bit garish for her tastes, as neon didn’t quite go with the western theme, but according to Bella, Clete didn’t mind.

  Cars and trucks were parked perpendicular to the drive, enabling anyone to leave at will. That was smart thinking on someone’s part. She recognized Sanford’s SUV, smiled, and pulled in next in line. She cut the engine, grabbed her purse, and hustled the best she could to the main walkway. Dirt roads and high booted heels didn’t go together, but with the added height, she’d be five-foot six inches tall and look a lot slimmer.

  The front door was covered in Sanford flyers. How cute. Her man sure did look good. She knocked and entered. Smooth jazz, a roaring fire, and over fifteen people were mil
ling about in the living room. Bella rushed toward her.

  “Let me take your coat. I was getting worried.”

  “Sorry. Had a little delay back at the house.” She didn’t want anything to spoil this evening so she refrained from mentioning Doug.

  Sanford trotted over and gave her the once over. “Angel, you look gorgeous. None of the men will listen to a word I have to say when they see you.”

  She swatted his arm. “You spoil me.”

  “That’s my plan.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “Let’s get you something to drink and eat. Chelsea outdid herself.”

  “Doesn’t she always?”

  “Yes.”

  Even though everything seemed under control, she was still nervous. Should she talk to everyone and discuss Sanford’s platform or just enjoy herself? Sanford led her over to the dining room where there was enough food to feed two hundred. “Oh, my. I didn’t think I ordered that much.”

  He laughed. “Chelsea didn’t want this party to fail.”

  She faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Nothing that involves you will ever fail.”

  He kissed her. “I appreciate the support.”

  She picked up a paper plate and downed three appetizers. They were all divine. Someone called Sanford’s name. “Go ahead. I’ll mingle in a minute.”

  After she sampled a few more pieces, she went back to the living room. She loved coming here. Bella had added her touch of Miami to the rather Cape Cod style home. What Vicki liked best was how casual and comfortable everything looked despite its elegance.

  “Vicki!” Tammy rushed up to her. “You have on one of my necklaces.”

  Vicki posed. “Yes. I love it.” She looked around. “Are your handsome husbands here?” Tammy and her three husbands lived on the adjacent ranch.

  “Aiden couldn’t make it since Dale Stover’s mare is about to deliver, but Jake’s here. Tank had a bank function. Bad timing, I say.”

  They chatted some more about her jewelry collection and her horses. Vicki placed a hand on Tammy’s arm. “We need to catch up. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time for anything.”