Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (18 page)

Another hand pushed the V of her bodice aside, freeing her left breast while still another did the same to her right. They opened the top of her dress, pushed the skirt to her waist, and fully exposed her breasts and pussy.

Then hands began to roam freely over her flesh. She shivered as pleasure drowned all shame, as the confusion of who touched her, of how many hands she could count rendered every sense useless except the one that allowed her to feel.

“Damn, you’re one hell of a sexy woman,” one male voice said, pure appreciation thick in his tone.

“Thank you for letting us touch you like this even if it is under your men’s orders,” another man said.

She gave up on attempting to put names or faces to the voices. She no longer cared. Her demon fed on the hands touching her, on the warmth of the tongues as she felt one flick over her right nipple and another graze over her left thigh. Dark excitement overwhelmed her, causing her to writhe in the lounge chair, to slither beneath the hands covering her body.

Someone caught her pussy lips between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. She sucked in a breath and a dart of pleasured pain shot through her pussy. More hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts before catching her nipples in the same fashion as the fingers on her pussy and pinched them simultaneously. A mirrored dart of pleasured pain shot straight to her center, drawing a cry from her throat.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” someone whispered.

“Yes.” She drew out the
s
as both men squeezed again. She bucked in their embrace, writhing from the pain and the intense pleasure. Both of her pussy lips and both of her nipples screamed in a stupendous rapture.

The hands toyed with her, squeezing and caressing, manipulating her flesh and thrusting into her pussy until ecstasy burned hot and fast through her system. Mouths closed over her breasts and her pussy, sucking and licking, nipping and feasting until the pressure inside her built to cataclysmic proportions.

She forgot all about asking for permission to orgasm, didn’t even know if Cade’s and Grant’s hands were four of the ones she felt on her body. She came in a blinding rush of white-hot pleasure that drew sounds from her throat she had never heard herself make.

Only in the aftermath of the rapturous explosion did a niggle of the old fear return. Cade and Grant had sworn to her they loved her, that they wanted this as she had, that they would never walk away. Now that it was over, she would find out if they had told her the truth.

* * * *

Cade held Justice close as he walked with her up the steps onto the front porch. She was quiet, had been since they left the club meeting. He and Grant had attempted to keep conversation going in the truck, continuing conversations that had been brought up at the meeting, asking her thoughts about the night, anything they could think of to prevent her from shutting down on them.

He was afraid none of it had worked.

Grant stepped to her other side and reached for her hand, tugging them both to the front porch swing. He sat down and waited for Cade to guide her to sit between them before he stretched an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.

“Talk to us.”

Cade’s heart was in his throat as he watched her, waiting for her to speak. He would never be able to forgive himself if they had pushed her too far tonight. He studied the back of her head as she angled it toward Grant, tipping it back to look at the other man.

“I don’t know what to say.”

Cade closed his eyes, his heart stilling at the tremble in her voice, the fear lacing her barely audible whisper. “Are you having regrets?”

She turned to look at him, her eyes unreadable as she seemed to search his expression as if trying to read his thoughts. He didn’t hide them from her. He made sure she could see his love for her, the pleasure he had gotten from watching her abandon all control and allow herself to enjoy the moments of sheer ecstasy she had been given.

“I have questions,” she finally said, and his heart started to beat again.

Questions. Okay, he could handle questions. He could deal with anything as long as it wasn’t sadness or pain. “Then ask what you want to know, darlin’.”

“I belong to you, right?” She glanced at Grant and added, “Both of you?”

“Completely.” Grant nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Eternally,” Cade added. He put his hand on her leg just above her knee, needing to touch her, to feel the warmth of her flesh seep into his palm. “Just as we belong to you.”

“Eternally?”

“Of course,” Cade and Grant said in unison.

Grant sighed. “Baby, you’re still thinking we’re going to walk, aren’t you?”

She shook her head and made a sound that might have been laughter or derision. Cade couldn’t quite tell. “I’m still having trouble believing you won’t.”

“Why?” Cade turned in the swing so he could get a better look at her. “Darlin’, we chased after you for years. We bided our time, waiting for that moment when you would finally let your guard down, when you would finally let us in. We were patient with you because we knew you had to come to terms with your deepest desires and your feelings for us. Why in the hell would we walk away now that we’ve got you?”

She gulped, her eyes glistening. Seeing her so close to tears sliced at Cade’s heart.

“Tell me that, darlin’. Tell me why you think we would let you go now.”

“Tell me how you can honestly believe I will be faithful to you after what I did tonight.”

Cade exchanged a look with Grant as understanding dawned. “Christ, Justice.” He raked a hand down his face to hide the smile threatening to tilt his lips.

“Is that really what this is all about?” Grant asked. “You think what you did tonight was being unfaithful to us?”

She bolted up from the swing and whirled on them, suddenly livid. “Wasn’t it? I let other men see me tonight. God.” She laughed but there was no humor in the tone. “I don’t even know how many there were. I let them touch me and do things to me. They didn’t fuck me, but that doesn’t make it any less wrong.”

“How can it be wrong when we were there?” Cade met her outburst with a calmness he hoped would get through her muddled mind. “We set it up, darlin’. We gave you the chance to stop it, but we’re the ones that planned it. Hell, I even rigged the betting on the game last night so it would put you right there tethered to that lounge chair tonight.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again without saying a word.

“The only way it would be unfaithful to us is if you did something like that without our knowledge, without our permission,” Grant told her in a patient tone that mirrored Cade’s. “Would you ever do that?”

“No, but how do you know that? How can you honestly believe in your heart that I won’t cheat after knowing what you do about me, after watching what happened tonight and how much I enjoyed it?”

“Because your heart belongs to us.” Cade could see in her eyes she didn’t think it could be that simple, but it was. He knew. Grant knew. Neither of them doubted her love for them for an instant.

He reached for her, caught her by the waist, and pulled her into his lap. “Your body belongs to us. We’ve told you there isn’t any desire we won’t fulfill.” He hooked a finger beneath her chin when she started to bow her head, lifting her face and forcing her to hold his gaze. “What happened tonight would’ve never happened if we hadn’t allowed it, if we hadn’t taken control of your body and your pleasures and made it happen. You never would’ve given in to a dark desire like that otherwise.”

“No, I wouldn’t have,” she whispered.

“You would’ve kept it locked inside you unsatisfied forever,” Grant told her.

“You’re right. You’re both right. I would have.”

Cade cupped the side of her face. “There are people in this world that can’t grasp the concept of two men happily loving and sharing the same woman. Those people would also be horrified at the idea of two men allowing other men to touch her, to pleasure her, especially while those two men stood watching. Seeing that tonight”—he stopped, trying to hide his smile—“damn, Justice. It was as amazing for us as it was for you.”

She drew her perfect brows together. “How?”

“We saw how much you loved it,” Grant answered her. “We knew that, while one or all of them might make you come, it wouldn’t be the kind of orgasm that rocks your world and steals your soul like the ones we give you.”

“You won’t find that kind of out-of-control ecstasy with anyone but us.” Cade caressed her cheek with his thumb. “That level of passion can’t be achieved by merely having sex. It’s emotional.” He flattened a hand between her breasts, over her heart. “The key to finding it is in here.
We
are in here. No one else. And no one else ever will be.”

* * * *

One Month Later

Justice hooked the plastic bag containing sealed dishes of mashed potatoes with gravy, coleslaw, and corn on the cob over her fingers as she wrapped her arm around the bucket of fried chicken and slid out of the car. She walked up the driveway grinning like a loon as the irony hit her. A little over a month ago, she had expected Cade and Grant to show up on her front doorstep bearing a bucket of fried chicken. Instead, here she was weeks later showing up on their doorstep with it.

Not their doorstep. It’s yours, too, now.

She twisted the knob, kicked the door open, and froze. Her eyes widened as she peered through the opening to the living room and spotted the plastic-covered furniture.

Oh, God, what are they up to now?

The question no sooner skipped from her thoughts than Grant and Cade pushed through the swinging kitchen door and stepped into the living room. Both were dressed in well-worn sneakers, tattered blue jeans, and faded T-shirts that had clearly seen better days.

“Well, hello, gorgeous.” Cade greeted her with a wide-mouth smile dripping with mischief. “It’s about time you made it home.”

“Here, baby. Let me help you with that.” Grant hurried to her, taking the bucket of chicken and the bag of sides from her arm.

“Apparently, you guys didn’t have the long day at the office I did.” She kicked off her shoes, sighing inwardly as the coolness of the tiled foyer floor soothed her aching feet. The plush tan carpet offered equal comfort as she slowly moved into the living room.

“We cut out early,” Grant said over his shoulder as he walked back into the kitchen, returning seconds later sans the food.

“I see that. Dare I ask what it is you’re doing in here?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Cade asked in that smooth, sugary tone that always sent her alarm bells chiming. “We’re getting ready to paint.”

“Paint what?” she asked slowly.

Grant chuckled. “The walls, silly.”

“I didn’t think we had settled on a color for the walls.” They had surprised her weeks ago by showing up at her office with handfuls of paint cards and tossing them on her desk. Cade, in his usual confident, alpha dominant demeanor, had used that moment to inform her they expected her to start packing because she was moving in. They hadn’t asked her. They had
told
her, softening the command by giving her permission to pick her choice of colors, and they would buy the paint to redo the walls.

“You were taking too long,” Cade drawled, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans as he rocked back on the heels of his sneakers.

Justice gasped. “I’ve been busy.”

“We know.” Grant moved behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and started massaging the tense muscles in her neck. “You’ve had a lot going on at the office. We haven’t. So we thought we would take some of the load off you, help you out a bit.”

Justice narrowed her eyes and glared at Cade. “What color did you buy?”

“Tan.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Beige. Hell, it’s something like that, but it’s not white.”

“It’s called desert sand.” Grant rested his chin on her shoulder as he continued to massage her neck. “Before you say anything, yes, it’s a neutral color, but here’s what we thought.”

“What you thought,” Cade corrected him.

“What I thought and made him agree to,” Grant conceded. “We paint this room in a more neutral tone, then let you decorate it however you want to add color. I’m thinking you should start with the back of the house, pick the color you want for each room, and then combine those colors in here for accents.”

It was a good idea, one she had intended to do already, but no way could she let them get off so easy by admitting that. “What if I wanted to paint this room lipstick jungle or ginger wrap or pueblo dust?”

“Darlin’, I don’t know what the hell colors those are, but we’ve got to have some semblance of a man cave in this house somewhere. Big-screen television, leather sofa, recliner, sturdy tables…” Cade pointed to each piece of furniture in turn. “That all equals man cave in my book.”

“Fine.” Justice moaned dramatically. “But I’m doing the kitchen walls beneath the chair rail in poetic purple and the hallway will be cherry pie.” She could do the top half of the kitchen in the desert sand the guys had picked out, let the color spill into that room as Grant had suggested.