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  Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11

  Stormy Satisfaction

  Ashley Vaughn just broke up with Nic Walker and Sylas Hayes in Chicago. They don’t understand that she can’t choose between them. The truth is she wants and needs them both. She returns to Destiny with a broken heart and buries herself in her work at the law firm and her studies for the bar exam.

  Nic and Sylas come to Destiny for a job offer at the very firm Ashley works for. They each want to win her back, but still on their terms. The two of them were once close, but no more. Dating the same woman tore them apart. Though they learn more about the unique makeup of the families in this unusual town, they still cannot come to terms with sharing Ashley.

  Dangerous facts began to surface that a killer wants to remain hidden. Ashley tries to resist falling deeper in love with Nic and Sylas, believing her heart will be ripped apart if she fails.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 50,644 words

  STORMY SATISFACTION

  Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11

  Chloe Lang

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  STORMY SATISFACTION

  Copyright © 2015 by Chloe Lang

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-63259-124-1

  First E-book Publication: March 2015

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  DEDICATION

  To the hardcore fans of this little town I love to write about so much. Your emails and posts mean so much to me.

  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

  About the Author

  STORMY SATISFACTION

  Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11

  CHLOE LANG

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  It being only eleven in the morning, Ashley Vaughn walked up to Blue’s Diner’s entrance expecting to see an empty restaurant. Too early for the lunch crowd. Too late for the breakfast bunch. But instead, when she opened the door her eyes fixed on the two handsome men sitting by the jukebox—men from Chicago she’d dated off and on for over a year.

  Nicolas Walker and Sylas Hayes, attorneys for Braxton Meat Packing.

  What are they doing here?

  She’d broken it off with each of them. Juggling two men was difficult. Long-distance relationships were impossible to maintain. But those weren’t the real reasons she ended things. “Sharing” wasn’t even in Nic and Sylas’s vocabularies, especially when it came to her. She’d believed that eventually they would come around to the Destiny way of thinking. But they hadn’t. They never would. But they are here now. Why?

  It had been wonderful and difficult dating them. The dates with Nic were fun filled. He had an amazing sense of humor and kept her laughing. Sylas was an extreme romantic, wining and dining her, making her always feel so special. When she’d finally found the courage to share what she really desired—that she would never choose between them, that she actually wanted both of them—they had reacted shocked.

  Ashley told Nic and Sylas about Destiny and how all types of families were welcomed, accepted. “All that matters is love, whatever way it presents itself. Two men with one woman is not uncommon.”

  “You can’t be serious.” Nic continued doing all the talking, while Sylas remained silent, with his eyes fixed on her.

  “I’m very serious. You’ve met my boss.”

  “Phoebe? Yes.”

  She took a deep breath and then blurted out, “Phoebe is married to three men.”

  “That’s crazy.” Nic frowned.

  Sylas broke his silence. “Not to mention illegal.”

  “Marriage doesn’t have to be on paper. It’s written in the hearts of people who love each other. Who cares what the law says?”

  “I care,” Sylas said in his deep tone. “I’m a lawyer. The law matters, Ash.”

  “What about how we feel about each other? Doesn’t that matter to you, too? I know this may sound crazy, but you both have asked me many times what I really want. Well, this is it. I want you both.”

  “You what?” Nic’s face filled with confusion and jealousy. “What do you w
ant me to do when Sylas is banging you? Go get a sandwich or take a walk? When I get back will it be his turn to hit the road so that I can have my way with you?”

  “Nic, you’ve never said anything so hurtful to me before.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  “And you’ve never said anything so crazy to me before either.”

  Sylas stated flatly, “Ashley, you know this is not possible.”

  “In Destiny it is very possible,” she snapped back and left.

  That night her heart had been shredded by their words, by their rejection of what she needed. She’d been a fool to think Nic and Sylas might act differently. Whatever she’d had with them was over. She hadn’t seen either of them since that horrible evening, until now.

  There had been voice mails, text messages, and e-mails, but even those had finally come to an end since she never responded to them. She had meant to never look back, to give her heart a chance to heal. But now Nic and Sylas were in Destiny, and the pain she’d been trying to run from was right in front of her eyes.

  Were they here to try to change her mind? To start dating again? To force her into choosing one of them? Not happening. She’d made her decision to keep her heart from shattering into a million pieces. No matter what they had come to Destiny to say to her, she wasn’t changing her mind. She couldn’t. It was the only way she had a chance of surviving.

  “Hi, Ash.” Desirae, the assistant manager of the restaurant, was clearly mesmerized by Nic and Sylas, as she couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. No surprise.

  They were off-the-charts good looking. They both had dark hair, though Sylas kept his a little longer than Nic. Sylas’s eyes were a deep, piercing blue, Nic’s a bright green. Their muscled bodies would make any woman weak in the knees, and Desirae was no exception. Neither am I, God help me.

  “The view in here has improved,” Desirae said quietly with a grin.

  “It sure has.” Anna Banks, a woman who worked at TBK, walked up beside them. “Any idea who those hunks are?”

  Desirae shook her head. “Not a clue. How about you, Ash?”

  Before she could answer, Nic and Sylas stood. “Hi, Ashley,” they said in unison, and then glared at each other.

  Their rivalry about her obviously hadn’t faded.

  “Lucky girl.” Anna sighed. “You clearly know them.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Won’t you join us, sweetheart?” Sylas asked.

  “One second, please.” Her insides were quaking. She turned to Desirae, trying to gain her composure.

  “‘Sweetheart?’” Desirae’s eyes widened. “You know them very well, don’t you, Ash?”

  She shrugged. She’d been trying to get over Nic and Sylas but failing miserably. The only thing that kept her from thinking about them was staying busy at work. Nights were the worst. She cried herself to sleep too many times. And the dreams, which were perfect, vanished when she left her lonely bed. They reminded her that the real world wasn’t what she wanted it to be. Nic and Sylas. Together. Not apart. Not fighting over her.

  “My God, they are gorgeous,” Anna said. “Don’t forget about us if you need any help taming them.”

  Anna and Desirae laughed.

  But Ashley only smiled because she wasn’t in a laughing mood. “Desirae, could I have two Blue Plate specials to go, please?”

  “Sure thing.”

  “And could you add an extra order of mashed potatoes and gravy for Phoebe, plus a slice of chocolate pie?”

  Desirae wrote on her ticket pad. “Your boss is making a habit of eating dessert lately.”

  “If Phoebe keeps that up she will lose that cute figure she has,” Anna stated flatly.

  Ashley was irritated by Anna’s comment. “As hard as Phoebe works, I doubt that. She’s the county’s busiest attorney and pulls sixteen to seventeen hour days regularly.”

  “Sorry, Ashley. I was just stating facts.” Anna was a bit of a know-it-all, always ready to share her opinion whether anyone asked for it or not. Likely, it helped her in her job at TBK, being one of their top computer coders, but elsewhere it was off-putting. “Any of us would slap on the pounds if we ate dessert every day.”

  “Not Phoebe.” Ashley turned to Desirae. “Make it two slices—one for Phoebe and one for me.” She glanced back at Nic and Sylas, who had remained standing, waiting on her. “And could I have fruit instead of mashed potatoes?”

  “That’s a good trade-off, Ash. I’m going to order a piece of pie, too.” Anna was obviously trying to lighten the moment. “How about you and I go for a run this evening to work off those extra calories?”

  “You’re on. See you this evening.”

  “Ash, don’t forget that you might be busy tonight”—Desirae winked—“with those two yummy-looking men, if you’re lucky.”

  She grinned. “Lady luck has never been fond of me, Des.”

  “Perhaps she will be now. I’ll bring you a glass of tea while you wait with your guys.”

  She didn’t bother to correct Desirae that Nic and Sylas weren’t her guys. There was no reason to. So instead she took a deep breath and walked over to them.

  “What are you two doing in Destiny?”

  “We have an appointment with Phoebe after lunch.” Nic pulled out a chair for her.

  “But more importantly, we came to apologize to you,” Sylas added.

  “We were both such assholes, Ashley.” Nic sighed. “We have no excuse for our behavior.”

  She sat, and they took their seats, one on each side of her. “I know what I told you must have been a real shock.”

  “Regardless, sweetheart,” Sylas said. “We were extremely rude to you.”

  “I agree.” Nic leaned forward. “You opened up to us and we shot you down. I hope you can forgive us.”

  “I do forgive you.” If she wasn’t careful with her heart, she knew she would be right back where she left them in Chicago—open and vulnerable. I can’t make the same mistake again. Hoping to change the subject, she said, “I keep Phoebe’s appointment book. I had no idea you were coming to town to meet with her.” She’d thought it unusual that Phoebe had blocked two hours out of her schedule today. A first. Those two hours were obviously for her meeting with Nic and Sylas. What could be so important that Phoebe had intentionally kept her in the dark? “Is there something going on with Braxton again?”

  Braxton Meat Packing had sued Steele Ranch the year before, claiming the ranch had sold them hundreds of diseased cattle and given them numerous falsified records. Phoebe had gotten the company to drop the case because of some records they’d found. That’s when she had first met Nic and Sylas, since both worked for Braxton.

  “No,” Sylas answered.

  Confused, she asked, “Then why are you here?”

  “Here’s your tea, Ash.” Desirae placed the glass in front of her. “Your order will be up shortly. Have you gentlemen decided on what you would like?”

  “Any suggestions, Ashley?” Nic asked in his warm tone that she had always loved hearing.

  “I recommend the Blue Plate special. Today it’s meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, salad, and two rolls.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Nic handed his menu to Desirae. “Italian dressing for the salad, please.”

  Desirae smiled. “And to drink?”

  “Water is fine.”

  “Same for me. Blue Plate special, Italian dressing, and water,” Sylas said.

  “Separate checks or together?”

  “Separate,” they said together.

  Ashley thought that word meant much more than how they wanted to pay. Nic, Sylas, Ashley. Together? Never. Separate? Most definitely.

  “Coming right up.” Desirae filled their water glasses and left the table.

  Sylas’s stare made her nervous. “What were we talking about, Ashley?”

  “What are you meeting with Phoebe about today?”

  Sylas answered first. “She wants one of us to come work for her.”

  “She wha
t?”

  “She has an opening,” Nic said. “She contacted me last week and asked me to apply. Today is my interview.”

  “Same for me,” Sylas said.

  “No one knows the office better than me and I take my bar exam next week. Why would she need to hire you?”

  Nic glared at Sylas. “Maybe she’s in need of a new receptionist.” Then he grinned. “Don’t you think Sylas would be good at that, Ash?”

  Sylas chuckled. “I hardly think so, Nic, but you might want to consider it.”

  Why is this happening to me? “We don’t need another lawyer. Phoebe and I are doing just fine.”

  “During our phone interview, she told me that the practice has grown quite a bit in the past few years,” Sylas said.

  “She told me the same thing during our interview,” Nic added. “Maybe she just wants help to carry some of the load and continue expanding. I’m her man. I will get the job, Ash. Won’t it be great working together?”

  Sylas shook his head. “And how do you know that I won’t get the job?”

  Despite the laughs and smiles, Ashley could tell that the animosity between Nic and Sylas was still just as hot as when she’d ended it with them. “Did you two fly here together?”

  “We were on the same plane,” Nic said in a flat tone.

  The little bit of hope that had sprung up that they might be able to be friends again was melting away. She felt responsible for the rift that had driven them apart. They had been good friends. Now, they barely tolerated each other’s presence.

  Desirae returned with her order. “Here you go, Ash.”

  Normally she would have paid with the practice’s credit card, but wanting to get back to confront Phoebe about this mess, she handed Desirae her own cash. “Keep the change.”