With his palms, he latched onto her tits and massaged them. She arched her back and drove down on him, loving how his big cock stretched her wide. Her juices flowed. He pulled her shoulders down and licked her nipples, sending her once more to near oblivion. Lust washed through her, and she worked hard not to climax. This time she wanted to come with her men, to show she could control her urges.
Because she was bending over so far, it was hard for her to move. Sanford must have recognized this for he lifted his hips and pounded into her.
Clint placed a hand on her back. “I need some loving here.”
She smiled. “Maybe we should let him join in our fun.”
Sanford responded with a grunt. He held still as if he knew it would take some getting used to having two cocks in her.
Clint placed his cock at her back entrance and she bit her lip to keep from tensing. She wanted to love both men, so she relaxed her rear.
“That’s it, darlin’.”
Sanford lifted his head to suck on her nipples at the exact moment Clint popped his cock into her ass. The expected pinch never came, but her nerves sure did take notice. With one hand, Clint clasped on to her shoulder as if his pounding might drive her forward. With the other he rubbed her back in a soothing manner.
Spikes of electricity shot from her tender nipples when Sanford sucked hard on them. The instant pain burst over her body and turned into glorious lust and divine jubilation.
“Sanford!”
He lowered his head and smiled. “Let us love you, angel.”
“I want that.”
Clint must have taken that as a signal it was okay to plow into her ass. While he didn’t go fast, his lubed cock seemed super big tonight. Oh, shit. It was because her pussy was filled with Sanford’s cock that Clint seemed so huge.
“She’s feeling us both, Clint. Her eyes are wide. Just breathe, angel. It’s all good.”
Easy for him to say. She was about to be split in two. They must have sensed this was a little overwhelming because when Clint drove in, Sanford pulled out. When she leaned forward, Sanford was able to either lick her very sensitive nipples, twist them until she creamed some more, or just rub them. Every touch brought her higher. Add in his slow-moving cock, and she was about to lose her mind.
Perhaps it was when Clint reached under her and thumbed her clit that all attempts not to climax became futile. She wanted to wait and experience the ultimate high with them, but all those touches, licks, and cocks pounding into her body was too much. No one could resist these men.
Her breaths whooshed out of her. “Fuck me faster. Please.”
Clint leaned over her back and wrapped one arm under her belly to support her. He left a trail of kisses from shoulder to shoulder then nibbled on the shell of her ear.
“You drive me to the edge and back.” With that, he pounded into her, sending her into space.
Sanford tightened his hold on her hips and lifted into her at the same time Clint drove in. Oh, my God. She was all cock. Her nipples pulsed and tingled and her clit ignited.
She pressed her ass cheeks together to give Clint the narrowest channel possible.
“Darlin’, don’t do that. I’m about to burst a gut.”
He withdrew halfway then plunged into her again. It was like the volcano had erupted and there was nothing she could do to stop the flow. Wave upon wave of erotic lust washed through her veins as she climaxed.
She then clamped down on Sanford’s cock, and he let a feral yell that might have been heard downstairs. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, as if he, too, needed more air. His cock pulsed and shot his hot cum into her. As if Clint knew it was his turn, he clasped on to her shoulder and pounded in her three more times before exploding. Once more, heat seared her back channel. When his cock kept growing, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t break in two.
All three of their bodies continued to throb and vibrate. It might have taken minutes or even hours for reality to sink in. Making love with her two Doms wasn’t scary at all. In fact, it was amazing, wonderful, and fantastic. She could see that tying her up was merely a shortcut to bringing her to a quick climax, but she understood she needed a lot of practice to stay in control.
Her legs and arms finally gave out, and she collapsed onto Sanford’s rock-hard chest.
Clint pulled out, but her rear still felt the phantom cock. “I’ll get something to clean you up, darlin’.”
So lost in thought, she didn’t hear him go into the bathroom, run the water, and return. Sanford rolled her over then pulled out. He took the towel from Clint and carefully wiped her clean then kissed her gently.
“You are the most wonderful woman in the world,” Sanford said.
Clint climbed onto the bed next to her. “Ditto.”
She smiled, never having been happier. “You two are special, too.”
Clint sat back on his heels. “You know we never did make those brownies from the first night. You up for a little chocolate-smearing, chocolate-tasting, and maybe even brownie-eating night?”
“If it involves me getting to lick chocolate off two cocks, I’m your girl.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Vicki had never been happier, but she also had never been busier either. The closer it got to December, the more time Sanford spent with businessmen, voters, and others who could shed light on the real effect of having a new hydroelectric plant built in Pleasure. She was so impressed with the way he listened to people and with how he was willing to alter his opinion if it was warranted.
During the last few weeks, they must have attended at least a dozen parties. Sanford had to be exhausted, yet the stress of always being on didn’t seem to bother him. Clint, likewise, was busy, but the more he learned about law enforcement, the more he seemed to enjoy himself. The three of them did manage a few repeat sessions in the bedroom, but most of the time it was with one or the other, and not both.
Slowly they were bringing her into the world of the Dom, and she was loving it. Once she stopped worrying about them finding her unappealing, their lovemaking got better.
The wind rattled the headquarters’ windows and she refocused on the polls filling her computer screen. The election was tomorrow, and it was anyone’s guess who would come out on top. She didn’t think the decision was as much about who was running but the platform. Megan was for the status quo while Sanford was more about increasing employment and continued growth. Too often the “G” word was viewed negatively in this small town.
One bit of bad news was the weather forecast. It was calling for six inches of snow later this evening. If they got another blizzard, fewer people could get out and vote.
Her cell rang. It was Chelsea. “Hey, girlfriend.” They’d both been so busy that they hadn’t had time to catch up on anything.
“What kind of cake do you want for the post-election party?”
That was tough. “I’m not sure. He’s your brother. What was his favorite cake growing up?”
“Chocolate with vanilla icing.”
“Let’s do that.”
“What do you want me to write on it? Congratulations, Mayor?”
She chuckled. “And if he loses, will you be scraping it off at the last minute and replacing it with, Good try?”
Chelsea giggled. “Maybe I’ll wait until after the results and do something simple on top.”
“Perfect. Anything I need to do?”
“I have everything under control.”
Chelsea sounded a lot like her brothers. “You always do.”
For the big event, Vicki decided to splurge and get her hair done as well as her nails manicured. That appointment was in one hour. She closed her eyes and leaned back her head. Who would have thought that two months ago, she was still pining over her men. Then Chelsea told her that her brothers decided not to reenlist. Instead, they wanted to settle down in Pleasure. Maybe more amazing was how much she’d learned about herself, having a relationship, and learning to trust.
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nock sounded. “We’re heading out,” Evelyn said. “We want to beat the storm.”
“You will come over to the Mountain View tomorrow for the victory party, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Good night then.”
It was close to her appointment time, and she decided to close headquarters early. She wondered who would be renting this space next as she’d grown accustomed to this location. It certainly was an ideal spot for the next business. She thought back to how Luke and Preston had given up buying this store so they could purchase their lovely home for Chelsea. Too bad, as this would have made a great addition to their already crowded bar. Chelsea, however, deserved a large home.
Vicki bundled up and headed out. Knowing she’d be leaving early, she’d brought her car around to the front and parked after she returned from lunch. Because of the tension brought about by the election, she wanted to stay the night at her house. The men agreed as they’d be up talking and said they might disturb her.
Could she get any better men?
* * * *
Vicki didn’t think this day would ever arrive, but here they were sitting in the Mountain View Bar & Grill with one hundred and fifty of their closest friends, staring at the television monitors Chelsea’s husbands had installed last year. Their main purpose was to display games, but tonight all of the screens were tuned into the election results. Because it was a small town, and the votes dribbled in, the reporter only came on every fifteen minutes to give an update. With an hour left in the polling, Sanford was ahead by ten percent, but that could change at any time.
Vicki had been running back to the kitchen, checking with Chelsea to make sure things were going well. Lydia, Justin and Tom’s wife, used to be a waitress here until she went back to school to become a nurse. Since she had the night off from the health clinic, she offered to return to her old role as waitress and help out. It brought back so many good memories of when Chelsea had first arrived back in town to woo Luke and Preston.
Bella and her three husbands had come early and snagged a table. She was eight months pregnant, and Vicki worried about her good friend. She hoped there wouldn’t be an unexpected arrival tonight. Tammy’s husbands came, too, to show their support, but Tammy stayed at home with her kids as well as Bella’s daughter.
Two reporters from the television station were there to get Sanford’s reaction to the impending results. She suspected there would be the same number awaiting Megan at the Grill House where the incumbent mayor was hosting her celebration. Apparently, her supporters had reserved the whole restaurant for the evening.
Lydia came over to their table. “Can I bring you anything? Chelsea just brought out another plate of her famous stuffed mushrooms.” Her brows rose as if to tempt her.
Vicki patted her stomach. “I’m full. I’m saving myself for the champagne to toast our new mayor.”
“I’m all for that.” Someone called Lydia’s name and she bounced away.
The front door opened yet another time and brought in more cold air. She turned to see Doug walk in. She stiffened, praying he wasn’t here to cause a problem. Then she spotted a lovely Asian girl with him, who looked no more than twenty-five. She was slim and beautiful. He looked happier than she’d ever seen him.
Doug caught her eye, smiled, and gave her a thumbs up. Wow.
Clint grabbed her hand. “You okay, darlin’?”
“It looks like I’ve been replaced, so yes, I am very good indeed.”
The chatter in the room increased until Preston banged the bar with his palm. “Listen up, everyone.” He turned up the volume.
“The final election results are in,” the reporter said. “I’d like to announce that the mayor of Pleasure will be Sanford Mansfield.”
The noise was deafening. She couldn’t have been more thrilled. Sanford squeezed her hand. “Excuse me, angel.”
“Go.”
He threaded his way toward the bar. Preston turned down the volume because she suspected the cameramen would be doing a live feed. The crowd calmed as Sanford told them how excited he was to win, but that he’d be calling on Megan for her expert advice, as she’d be returning to her position on the Commission.
As he spoke, his picture showed up on the television. How cool was that?
The reporter asked another question. “Besides being mayor, do you have other plans?” The mayor’s position wasn’t full-time.
He glanced over at her then returned his focus to the reporter. “I’m in the process of purchasing the storefront next door.”
What? He hadn’t mentioned anything. Clint leaned over. “Sanford just signed the papers and wanted to tell you about it after the election.”
She understood. He had a lot on his mind and she was busy with this party.
“What are your plans for the space?” the reporter asked.
“I haven’t narrowed it down, but I’m looking into going into business with my two brother-in-laws. It might be nice to expand the Mountain View, but that decision will have to wait.” Once more he glanced over at her. “Vicki, could you come over here, please?”
She looked at Clint. “Did you know about this?”
He grinned and smiled. “I’ll come with you.”
Having him accompany her made her feel better. The people made way. Once she stood next to Sanford, he and Clint moved to the side. “I know this is rather unorthodox,” Sanford said, “but I want everyone to know how happy I am to be part of this community. Since I love this town, I want everyone to share in my joy tonight.”
Both men were acting a bit strange. They dropped to one knee, and her heart lurched. She looked up at a crowd full of smiling faces.
Clint took hold of her hand. “As the eldest Mansfield son, I have the privilege of asking.”
Sanford held out a small, worn, leather box, no more than one inch by one inch. He opened it, and her pulse raced. Inside was a glorious diamond solitaire. “Oh, my.”
“This ring belonged to our mother. I’m sure she’s smiling down from heaven right now and would want you to have this. Will you, Vicki Hollister, be my lawfully wedded wife?”
She looked at Sanford, but it was Clint who squeezed her hand. “He gets thrown into the mix, too, darlin’. You can’t get rid of him. We’re a packaged deal.”
“Yes and yes.”
The men stood and embraced her as the crowd yelled and cheered. She looked behind her and saw herself on television being surrounded by the two most wonderful men in the world. Tears welled in her eyes.
The kitchen doors opened. “Make way, people.”
Vicki was so overwhelmed that she shook. Luke was carrying in an enormous sheet cake and Chelsea had a second one. Once they set them on the bar, Vicki read the inscription.
The first one had white frosting and said, “Congratulations, Mayor Mansfield.” The second cake was far more elaborate. It, too, had white frosting, but someone, namely Chelsea, had gone to a lot of trouble to make small handcuffs in chocolate, a pink rope, and something else in chocolate that she speculated was a flogger. Vicki’s face heated up. The inscription said, “To the happy couple—all three of you.”
She rushed over and gave Chelsea a hug. “That is the best present.”
Chelsea bubbled. “I had it planned all week. It was the hardest thing in the world to keep to myself.”
“It’s fabulous.”
Sanford handed her a knife. “You cut the first piece, angel.”
She cut one square then another. “Open up.” She had a piece in each hand and glanced between her two men.
Clint took the knife from her. “We have to do it, too. It’s tradition.”
She wasn’t sure about that, but she’d go along. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the reporters with their cameras on their shoulders and their eyes to the lens. Yikes. This would be for all posterity to see.
Clint and Sanford cut a piece and held it near her mouth. Sanford smiled. “On the count of three. One, two�
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Before he said three, they shoved both pieces into her mouth. She was laughing so hard she smashed the cake close but not in their mouths. Clint pulled her close and kissed her, getting frosting everywhere.
“My turn,” Sanford said. He made even more of a mess.
When he came up for air, his face was smeared with vanilla, chocolate, and pink frosting. The reporters zoomed in. Oh, boy. Was Pleasure really ready for what Sanford and Clint had in store?
She knew she was.
THE END
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Unlike most other authors, I started writing late in life. Writing stories in high school and college was not for me. Only after I graduated did I fall in love with romance novels. For the next twenty years, I read voraciously. It got to a point where my book-buying habits cost as much as my groceries. At that point, my husband suggested I write a book. Hey, it looked easy, right? All the stories started in the same spot (hero and heroine at odds) and ended the same way (happily ever after). Only it was anything but easy. Eleven years and fifteen completed romantic suspenses later, I finally published. I never would have gotten that far had it not been for two local Chapters whose generous members shared their amazing wealth of knowledge.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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