by Diane Leyne
Satisfaction, Texas 2
Demanding Satisfaction
Rejected by the man she has loved since she was a teenager, Jules Durrance decides it’s finally time to move on. She finds herself intrigued and attracted to newcomer, Quin Redekker. When her best friend, vet, Doc Blake Adams, expresses his own interest, she decides to date both of them. Torn between the two men, she decides to take a chance and makes the bold choice of suggesting a ménage. She is shocked and thrilled when they agree.
But there’s more going on in Satisfaction than meets the eye. A neighbor has suffered a series of accidents that may not have been accidental, Quin may not be what he seems, and Blake definitely knows more than he’s admitting to.
When her first love comes back looking for a second chance, Jules is torn, but when her life is in danger, only true love can save her.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 48,183 words
DEMANDING SATISFACTION
Satisfaction, Texas 2
Diane Leyne
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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DEMANDING SATISFACTION
Copyright © 2014 by Diane Leyne
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
DEMANDING SATISFACTION
Satisfaction, Texas 2
DIANE LEYNE
Copyright © 2014
Chapter 1
Jules Durrance placed the beer and the diet coke on the table and slid into the booth across from Blake Adams, or rather Doc, as the handsome vet was generally called. The diet coke was hers because she was working. The beer was his, a reward after a long day out at the Double S ranch. He hadn’t said exactly what was wrong. He wasn’t the type to tattle about his patients, even if they were generally furry and had four legs, but she suspected things hadn’t gone well.
She looked across the table and saw the sadness in his eyes and wanted to reach over and give him a big hug. He was her best friend and a great guy and she loved being able to hang around with him without worrying about being hit on. They were buddies and he knew her heart belonged to Owen Firth, the foreman over at the Double S, even if Owen didn’t feel the same way. She’d drowned her sorrows more than once over at Doc’s, lamenting why she was so hung up on a guy who still thought of her only as Micah’s kid sister.
She looked around and noticed that several of the waitresses were giving her the look. They had been bugging her about her friendship with Doc. Even her best girlfriend Ellie had been chiding her for not having even kissed him. He was hot, they all said. Jump his bones, they insisted, claiming that he was hot for her. Jules had just brushed them all off. Sure, he was attractive. And smart. And muscular in a wiry sort of way. And his green eyes twinkled when he laughed, but they were just friends and that’s all they’d ever be. If he’d wanted more, he’d have made a move sometime in the last two years, Owen or no Owen. Instead, he listened when she needed a friendly ear. He dispensed wise advice and Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey in equal measure. Even if she thought of him in that way, he wasn’t interested in her, and she wasn’t going to spend the next two years pining over another unattainable man.
She’d moved back to Satisfaction two years ago to help her brother get his business started and to woo Owen Firth. The former had worked out well, but the latter was an unmitigated disaster. She had given herself two years to get Owen to see her as a desirable woman, and those two years were almost up. The first year she had been too busy with helping Micah to spend much time working on Owen. The second year he’d become a regular at the bar and the attached club and she saw a lot of him, but he never changed his view of her as Micah’s kid sister and nothing else.
She looked across the table and smiled. Why couldn’t she be in love with a great guy like Doc? Hell, she’d even dreamed about him a few times over the past few months. Well, to be honest, more than a few times. Recently, she’d woken up in the middle of the night, her body drenched with sweat, her pussy clenching, her clit throbbing, not from dreams of Owen, but dreams of Doc. She’d almost told him, wanting to laugh them off together, but for some reason, she hadn’t. Hell, it was only recently that she’d admitted to herself that if it wasn’t for fruitless obsession with Owen, she could find herself falling
for Doc. Too bad she hadn’t realized that sooner as he now had her firmly in the friend zone. She’d missed her chance with a great guy.
She sighed. Doc was the go-to veterinarian on choice in Satisfaction, Texas, and the surrounding area in West Texas, even though he was only in his thirties. He had single women and more than a few married ones from all over chasing after him. One day he would find the one and she’d probably have to stop hanging around with him, and it was her own fault for letting her obsession blind her to what was right in front of her.
She sipped her soda as she watched him dig into the burger and fries he’d brought with him from Candy’s Diner. Candy’s served the best burger in the tri-county area, but didn’t have a liquor license. Whips and Spurs, which Jules’s brother Micah owned and where she worked, served only finger food, but they were okay with customers bringing their own food early in the evening before things got too busy.
Whips and Spurs was the hottest bar around and got busy most nights, especially Friday and Saturday. It also had another feature that not everyone knew about, or if they knew, they didn’t get to experience, and that was the western-themed BDSM club in the back.
She watched Doc. He seemed tired. Jess Archer, another of her girlfriends, who lived at the ranch with Murphy Smith, the owner, and Cole Reacher, had called to give her a heads-up, knowing Doc was too professional to talk about what happened. She told Jules that he’d been trying to save the mare and the foal for thirty-six hours straight and had been only partially successful.
Doc seemed more than tired. He seemed sad and a little defeated and she was grateful for the call from Jess. She knew he lived alone, so he probably wasn’t ready to face an empty apartment. She got the urge again to gather him in her arms and hug him tight and tell him everything would be all right. He’d done more than anyone else would have been able to, but he took every loss, every failure, personally. He was only human. He could only do so much, and some would say he was foolish to get so emotionally involved with the animals in his care, but it was just one of the things Jules loved about him. He was such a good man. Why, oh, why couldn’t she be in love with him instead of Owen?
She reached out and stole a French fry.
He stopped eating suddenly and looked up at her with an expression that looked almost like longing, but she must have misread it because his usual twinkle was back in a second as he teased her.
“You ever going to get your own dinner or are you going to keep stealing mine?”
“Stealing yours, of course.”
Doc smiled as she snatched another fry, dunked it in ketchup and scarfed it down, licking her fingers afterward.
“Mmm!”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Stolen fries are even better than the regular kind!”
“Maybe I’ll paddle your ass one day, and teach you to respect the sanctity of my dinner plate.”
“In your dreams, Doc. In your dreams!” She grinned at him, trying to hide the fact that she had a sudden vision of being naked over his lap while he alternately spanked and pleasured her. Damn. She had to get away.
She started to stand when door opened and in walked a stranger. This was unusual. Jules was at the Whips and Spurs six nights a week, and she never forgot a customer, and his man was especially memorable. He was tall and heavily built, with almost militarily short, dark hair and three-days growth of beard. His extremely muscular arms bulged beneath his tight T-shirt, his long legs were encased in a pair of snug, well-worn jeans that hugged his thighs, and he carried a black Stetson. She had a sudden urge to ask him to turn around so she could see how the denim encased his sure-to-be-shapely butt.
He looked around, his eyes hidden by aviator sunglasses, but then he took them off, tucked them into the neck of his T, and looked straight at her. His eyes were a light, almost silvery grey and fringed by thick, dark lashes that would have made Jules green with envy if her stomach hadn’t suddenly been invaded by a flock of butterflies. Damn, first she was having sexy thoughts about Doc, and now this stranger was making her panties wet. What was happening to her? Had two years of sexual deprivation finally sent her around the bend?
She scrambled to her feet.
* * * *
Blake watched as Jules rushed over to greet and seat the newcomer. He towered over her petit form, easily six two or three, and broadly built. Jules was five foot nothing with long blonde hair and the biggest bluest eyes he’d ever seen. She was small but with curves in all the right places, and boobs that were just a little too large for her frame, so she always seemed top-heavy. He sighed. He’d give his left nut to see her naked, like that was ever going to happen since she had him firmly in the friend zone.
He sighed, hopelessly lovesick and only able to show it when she wasn’t looking. When she smiled, she smiled with all her being. It wasn’t just a movement of her lip. Her eyes lit up and her whole being seemed to be engaged. She was beautiful and kind and generous. He’d loved her from the moment he first set eyes on her when she’d come home to Satisfaction two years ago to help Micah get Whips and Spurs off the ground.
He’d watched her work her fingers to the bone for her brother. She’d even tried to help with the cooking after Lucy had left to get married and moved to Austin with her new husband. She was better in the kitchen than her brother Micah, but that wasn’t saying much, so they’d decided to limit their offerings to finger food and let folks bring their own.
He’d also watched her pine for that asshole, Owen Firth, who was the foreman at the Double S. Hell, if he was honest with himself, he’d always thought Owen was a nice enough guy. However, the fact that he didn’t appreciate Jules made him an asshole to Blake. Who the hell wouldn’t be thrilled and humbled to have a woman like her throwing herself at your feet. Anyone but Owen, clearly. He just treated her like a kid sister and played in the club with pretty much every single woman for fifty miles. He never did more than kiss Jules on the cheek and send her on her way. Hell, maybe he should feel grateful that Owen didn’t see her as a woman. It meant he still had a chance, albeit a slim one. She’d placed him firmly in the friend zone and he had no idea how to get out of it.
Maybe he needed to do something drastic. She thought of him as a kind of asexual buddy. Hell, he was thirty-seven, not seventy-seven. He might live quietly here, but back in the day, he’d been a wild man. He and his best friend had fucked their way through all the undergrads at college, often spending the night sharing a single woman, bringing her to screaming orgasm over and over and over. He missed those days. Not the indiscriminate fucking, he had outgrown that. No, he missed waking up in bed with someone else. He missed the feeling of warmth of another body spooned against his. Of course, often his best friend Quin Redekker, generally known as Deck, had been spooning the other side of her, but he kind of missed that, too.
Bottom line, he’d enjoyed sharing. Besides the hot visuals, two of them could give a woman more pleasure than one could alone. Hell, he missed being close with Deck, too. They’d gone their separate ways after college. They still kept in touch, but Blake was living in West Texas and Deck working primarily in the east doing some kind of hush-hush job that he rarely spoke of in detail, and Doc had learned not to ask questions.
They still met up a couple of times a year and they easily fell back in old patterns, but instead of haunting the ground of a college campus, they played in various BDSM clubs around the country, sharing subs. Or rather they had fallen back into old patterns, but since he’d fallen for Jules, he had watched while Deck hunted. He’d played with their sub for the night, but he left the sex to Deck.
He’d been celibate for more than a year and something had to give soon, Deck insisted. Deck also declared he’d give himself carpal tunnel syndrome from beating off alone so often. Blake chuckled to himself. Not bloody likely, but he agreed with his friend. Something had to change. He was tired of being patient.
In Satisfaction, he visited Whips and Spurs’ private club, but never played
there either. How the good folks of Satisfaction would be shocked to know their staid vet was actually an experienced Dominant with a taste for bondage and forced orgasm torture. Hell, they both loved forced orgasm torture, especially after a bout of orgasm denial. There was nothing that made a sub beg like the combination of the two.
He liked spanking, too. Deck was all about his riding crop but Blake preferred a good, old-fashioned, bare-handed spanking, and it would serve Jules right if he did put her over his knee and spank her to wake her up and make her stop wasting her time pining for a man who could never satisfy her. But when he did, she’d be naked and after he spanked her, he’d fuck her brains out and then she’d know who she belonged to and she’d stop pining for that asshole.
He watched as she seated the newcomer and waited expectantly to take his order. He could see the look of not-totally-hidden lust in the stranger’s expression. He wanted Jules. Blake waited for her to shoot him down. And waited. And waited.
She was laughing now at something the newcomer said. Blake felt a twist in his gut. He was used to her pining over Owen, who had no interest in her as a woman, but his only consolation had been that she’d never shown the slightest interest in anyone else. But here she was, and she appeared to be flirting with him! On the other hand, maybe it was a sign that she was ready to move on? He chewed on his burger and watched and planned.
* * * *
“Can I get you anything else?” Jules asked as she placed the beer he’d ordered in front of the stranger.
