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  Climax, Montana 2

  Having It All

  As the doctor for Climax, Montana, Nikki Meshevski counsels poly families. Rejected for her height, brains, and take-charge attitude, she's still a virgin, but is eager to change her status to better serve her patients.

  When she sees engineer Eric Frost, home for a quick visit, she realizes her fantasies of domination and control could become reality. An affair with the Frost brothers seems the perfect solution, especially as she's already fallen in lust with his fun-loving younger brother, Matt.

  Nikki wants a short-term solution, but Matt wants a wife for the Circle C Ranch, and children to love. Sister Marci is a happy ranch wife, but Nikki's never been domestic. While she loves both Eric's commands and Matt's gentle touch, and wants them in her life, she will not give up her career to become a wife.

  Must she choose between their love or her profession? Or can she have it all?

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 117,670 words

  HAVING IT ALL

  Climax, Montana 2

  Reece Butler

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  HAVING IT ALL

  Climax, Montana 2

  REECE BUTLER

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  June 1988, Climax, Montana

  “But you have to dance with Matt! He’s Simon’s best man, and you’re my maid of honor.”

  Doctor Nikki Meshevski shook her head at her younger sister. They were having a few minutes of privacy before getting dressed for Marci’s wedding to Simon and Lance MacDougal. Soon Marci would no longer be a widow. Thanks to two husbands, she would certainly stay merry.

  “Matt can’t stand the sight of me. Ever since I bumped into him in the mercantile, he’s avoided me.”

  “Avoided you? In a town the size of Climax?” Marci shook her head, making her dark hair swirl all the way to her bottom. “Impossible.”

  “Whenever he sees me he steps into a store, or turns away.”

  Most of the men she’d met in town were tall ranchers, men with a natural sense of confidence who were not intimidated by her six-foot, sturdy frame. Matt was a few inches taller, yet when they met in the sundries aisle he’d flicked his eyes over her and bolted. She’d turned and watched his first-class curved butt as he strode away, his cowboy boots thunking on the wood floor.

  She’d since watched him strut past her office window, seemingly oblivious to her gaze. For some reason his broad chest, wide shoulders, and deep brown eyes made her panties damp. So had his rodeo buckle, a large silver oval, which drew attention to his belt and what lay a few inches lower. He had a wide, easy smile, which he gave to every child, pet, and woman in town, except her.

  It was unfortunate, but she’d fallen in lust with the only bachelor cowboy in town, and he didn’t want anything to do with her. A disappointment, but nothing she couldn’t get over. His r
eaction didn’t stop her fantasies of hearing his boots hit the floor before he dove into bed with her. A giant bed, one long enough for her to stretch out. Or be stretched in.

  She ran the tips of her fingers over the long strand of pale-pink pearls descending into her cleavage, a wedding gift from Marci’s men. As she was much shorter, they’d given Marci a necklace proportional to her height. With her darker coloring, the creamy pearls looked lovely resting against her collarbone. Neither of them had ever owned anything so beautiful.

  “Maybe it’s a coincidence,” said Marci, hedging. She sipped her chamomile tea, then curled her lip at the taste. At her stage of pregnancy, even the scent of coffee was a definite no-no.

  “Excuse me? A coincidence that a bachelor cowboy ducked into a hair salon full of gossiping women when I walked past? I think not.” Six years older, Nikki also had ten inches on Marci and had no problem using her height to intimidate.

  “Lance says Matt’s just shy.” Marci looked at her over the rim of her mug, immune to Nikki’s attitude. “He turned red when Simon told him he’d be your escort.” Her cheeks dimpled. “We both know what it means when a cowboy lowers his hat to cover his belt buckle. He likes you, no matter what you think.”

  Women had an easier time hiding their arousal. Her pearl-colored satin bra would hide her tight nipples, and her matching tap pants would cover her damp curls, both of which appeared whenever she thought of him. Brenda Gibson, her head nurse, had seen her interest when Matt walked past, and the blush that followed when discovered. She’d told Nikki plenty about Matt and his older brother, Eric. Matt had been wild during his buckle-bunny days, so Nikki figured he knew his way around a woman.

  She was thinking of asking Brenda to set up an accidental meeting when she’d learned Matt was desperate for a wife. Unlike Marci’s MacDougal twins, he wouldn’t lose the ranch without a son, but he was lonely and wanted a wife and children on his ranch. As they were Tanner’s Ford ranchers, there was an unspoken assumption that Matt’s wife would also share her bed with Eric when he was in town.

  And didn’t that send her fantasies into high gear!

  A photo of the two brothers was on the wall in the diner section of the Climax Roadhouse. Both were tall with brown hair. Both had made her respiration increase. Matt had grinned as he held up his new champion rodeo buckle while Eric had a commanding presence which made her shiver. Since then, her fantasies included powerful, barbarian men who enjoyed overpowering women.

  When she heard Eric was rarely in town, wanted nothing to do with a wife, and would to be at Marci’s wedding, she decided he would be perfect for an affair. Surely after months in the Peruvian jungle he’d be eager for a woman like her. Like a sparkler, they could burn bright for the few weeks he was there and then fizzle out when he left.

  Then last week he’d sent a telegram that he was delayed by work and might not make it in time. That left her dancing with the brother who didn’t want her.

  “Why couldn’t I be paired with Keith Adams? He’s Lance’s best man.”

  “Aggie’s wearing a dress today, which means Keith won’t let her out of his sight.”

  Nikki’s tension meter dropped a few degrees at the news. Like Aggie, full-time ranch wife and mother of four, she always wore jeans and boots as it was practical for work. She genuinely enjoyed Aggie and her husbands Keith and Donny, but there was no way on God’s green earth that she would ever, ever live her life of rustic domesticity.

  It was a life that Marci was eagerly jumping into with all the joy of a woman who’d finally found what she’d dreamed of and never in her wildest fantasies expected to happen. She and Marci were as different as their fathers had been. The only thing the two men had in common was lying to their mother about marriage and then abandoning her as soon as they discovered she was pregnant.

  “I’m wearing a dress because you asked me to,” said Nikki. “But why is Aggie?”

  “Lance said Keith put his foot down.” Marci sighed like a woman in love, fanning her face while smiling broadly. “When our men give an order, we obey it or else. Of course, sometimes we want the ‘or else,’ and refuse.” She looked down. Under her near-see-through slip the outline of a white thong could be seen. “Lance told me not to wear panties. I decided to be naughty.”

  She knew why her sister challenged Lance. She wanted to be spanked, bare-bottomed over his lap. The town of Climax not only had a large proportion of women with two husbands. Often one of those men had a rather feudal view of his wife. Perfect examples were Keith Adams and Lance MacDougal. Both were tall, commanding men who exuded a sense of power and control. That control extended to their women. When Marci spoke her vows today, it would be to obey Lance and to cherish Simon. Just as Aggie had with Keith and Donny.

  Spanking was a big part of Nikki’s fantasy repertoire. Sometimes she imagined being ordered to lay her torso on the bed. She’d fight him all the way, but he’d overpower her, pull down her panties and, though she screamed and fought, do whatever he wanted with her. By the time he entered her she would be approaching her second or third orgasm and screaming for a quite different reason.

  All she would have were fantasies, unless she could find a temporary lover.

  She was about ten when she’d vowed to never marry. She’d made her career her life, and it suited her fine. When she accepted the position of Climax town physician, she’d promised to stay until she was old and gray. It was hard finding good doctors willing to live in small towns. Climax had gone through two in the last five years. Both men had demanded more money, then left when they learned it was impossible.

  Things were a bit different now. Marci had insisted on donating the money from her ex-husband’s life insurance policy to create a fund to help those who needed it the most. They’d already hired Doctor Dick Hudson part-time. He was an older widower who’d wanted the fishing and hunting small-town life that Climax could provide. He had investments from his years in the city and wanted just enough to get by.

  Having grown up in poverty, Nikki had few needs: a home of her own, friends to laugh with, and family nearby. With Marci marrying into the MacDougal ranch, with a baby already on the way, Nikki would have everything she needed.

  Everything but sex.

  No doubt about it, Nikki wanted to experience sex. But not just any sex. She wanted good sex. She wanted to scream with passion and erupt into the orgasms she’d never experienced. Nikki had been kissed exactly seven times. She’d enjoyed none of it. No man ever made her hot and bothered. She figured she was broken until she saw Matt and felt a zing throughout her entire body. But, even if he’d liked her, Matt Frost was the happily-ever-after type, with his wife working in the kitchen, raising their children.

  She would never be that woman. A lifetime of concentrating on her dream, giving up almost everything else, had made her pragmatic and lonely.

  And very, very horny.

  “Wanting and getting are two different things,” she murmured, more to herself than to Marci.

  Once Marci was married, she might visit Missoula and see about getting rid of that pesky virginity. No one there would know she was a physician. She could find herself a big, tall, powerful cowboy and discover what all the fuss was about.

  One night should do it.

  “Will you promise to dance at least once with Matt?”

  Nikki pulled her thoughts away from her plotting. “If he can stand to get that close to me.” Marci rolled her eyes, making Nikki laugh. “You know I’ll do anything to make my little sister happy.”

  “Anything?”

  Marci had learned a lot since becoming a very merry widow. She now stood up for what she wanted. It changed the dynamics in their relationship. But a promise was a promise, always. She reluctantly nodded.

  “If Eric or Matt Frost makes a pass at you, promise you’ll take them up on it.”

  “Matt doesn’t want me, he—”

  “You’re a doctor, and Matt barely made it through one year of agricultural co
llege. That’s why he’s shy around you. But Eric is an engineer and has travelled the world. He’s also like Keith and Lance.” Marci waggled her dark eyebrows suggestively. “I know you want a caveman to throw you over his shoulder and haul you to his lair to ravish you repeatedly. Promise not to turn Eric down if he tries it.”

  Heat flashed up her chest and over her face, making her ears burn. Unlike Marci, she was a light-skinned blonde. Because of it she’d learned to keep her emotions at bay, to not care. But that didn’t work in Climax, especially when it might actually be possible that a man actually could throw her over his shoulder and carry her. A man like Eric, six inches taller with enough muscle to haul her anywhere he wanted her to go. If she fought him tooth and nail, would he force her to submit to him? Her pussy flooded at the thought.

  “He might not get here for weeks,” she replied, hedging.

  “Lance got a telegram from Miami. Eric should be here tomorrow.” She poked Nikki with a manicured finger. “By the time my honeymoon is over I expect you to have thrown away your virginity in a glorious affair with a hot engineer.”

  The burning of her ears was not put out by her wet pussy. “What if Eric doesn’t want me?”

  “If he’s the red-blooded Montanan Lance says he is, you’ll be on your back in twenty minutes.” Marci giggled. “Or bent over, or pressed against a wall, or riding him like—”

  “Enough!”

  Chapter Two

  Missoula Motel, later that night

  “Will you check her out while I’m gone? She’s strong, smart, and gorgeous. Perfect for the both of us.” Matt Frost held out his arms as if encircling a big woman. “When I danced with her, she fit.”