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

Grant let his gaze slide down her as he opened the passenger door of the truck. If she had thought wearing one of her no-frills business suits would deter them tonight, she had been way wrong. The mystery of what she wore beneath the classy clothes flat out did it for him. Add to that the sexy stems stretching from beneath her skirt that led to a pair of navy stilettos and, sweet Jesus, it was almost enough to make him blow his wad in his slacks.

He put a hand on her hip as she climbed into the cab of the truck, his palm instantly registering the feel of smooth cloth hugging tantalizing flesh. “Are you wearing panties beneath this skirt, baby?”

She shot him another narrow-eyed look over her shoulder, but didn’t answer as she slid across the bench seat and fastened her seat belt. She folded her hands in her lap and stared out the windshield, her posture ramrod straight, calm, cool, and defiant.

Grant stifled a chuckle. The woman could put on a hell of a show, but her eyes always betrayed her. Even when she sent him that scathing glance just now, he’d seen the answer in her eyes. No, she wasn’t wearing panties. Surely she knew that would make his and Cade’s job all the more easy tonight.

He exchanged a wordless look with Cade as the other man opened the driver door and slid in behind the wheel. Grant settled in next to Justice, and he and Cade closed their doors simultaneously. Again, Justice shivered at the sound. Sandwiched between him and Cade in the cab of the truck, she had to know her fate was now in their hands.

She puffed out a breath. “Okay, you got me where you want me. Now what?”

Cade started the engine and slowly backed out of the driveway. “Why don’t you tell us what’s been done to you.”

Justice angled her head at Cade. “What do you mean?”

Grant knew where Cade was going with this, so he picked up the conversational ball. “We know you aren’t a virgin. What have you allowed men to do to you? Have you ever been dominated, made to bow to a man’s needs, let him pleasure you until you begged for more?”

They needed to know. Nearly every woman on the planet fantasized about it, many to the point of dabbling to see what it was like. Had she experimented? Had she ever truly let herself go with a man?

The idea that she might have didn’t bother Grant. Until tonight she had been a beautiful, sultry, single woman with a level head and a healthy appetite for down and dirty sex. He expected her to have dipped into the lifestyle, at least enough to get her toes wet. It wouldn’t happen again without his and Cade’s permission. She was still the same ravenous siren that craved hot and raunchy sex, but whether she knew it yet or not, she was no longer single. She belonged to them.

Her head whipped around, her hard gaze colliding with his. “That is none of your business.”

“You’re our business, sweet thing,” Cade countered. “Therefore, anything that’s been done to that sexy little body of yours that we intend to claim is our business.”

She stared straight ahead again, the slender column of her throat working as she swallowed hard. “I thought we were going to talk about the case.”

Grant slowly nodded. “You were given the option. We talk business in the truck or we do it over dinner. If here is where you choose, then we’ll talk about the case now.”

She laughed, a short burst of hot air that rang with half amusement and half resignation. “Something tells me that’s the only choice you two plan on giving me tonight.”

Cade eased the truck to a stop at a traffic light, turned slightly toward her, and snaked an arm behind her shoulders. “About that whole protection thing you mentioned back at your house, the only person you need saving from is yourself, darlin’. You belong to us. We’ve given you plenty of time to come to terms with that. Tonight, whatever we say, whatever we do, whatever we tell you to do will be at our discretion.”

* * * *

Justice’s heart tripped. The sheer intensity in Cade’s eyes told her he believed exactly what he was saying and she better believe it, too. Dammit, did she have it wrong or did she have it right? Hell, she didn’t know anymore. Wicked heat slammed into the indecision wreaking havoc through her system as she stared back at him.

Outside her house she had thought she figured them out. They wanted sex, pure and simple. Well, okay, there wouldn’t be anything pure or simple about the kind of sex they were after, but there wouldn’t be anything beyond that either.

Except, Cade just tossed out a warning that had her thoughts jumping track again. She belonged to them? For how long? In exactly what way? Were they looking to make her a sex slave or the woman they loved who would serve them and be served in the ways that she craved? She couldn’t keep up and it was starting to piss her off.

She fisted a hand on her hip, nearly elbowing Grant in the side, and glared at Cade. “And it’s so clear to you that’s what I want.”

“Crystal,” both men said at the same time.

The traffic light turned green and Cade started driving again.

Grant grazed the backs of his fingers down her arm. “You can try to deny it if you like,” he told her, sounding so freaking reasonable and yet so certain that her simmering anger started to boil.

She didn’t deny it because she couldn’t. Dammit, they were right. She did belong to them. She had for years. Even when she allowed herself to date other men, to have sex with other men, she had still belonged to them. None of those other men had been truly dominant. A couple had thought themselves alpha enough to be, but they had failed. They hadn’t been able to come close to satisfying her, much less the demon she held tightly in check. All because none of those men had been Cade or Grant.

She had trouble pulling her gaze away from Cade as he drove. With his left elbow propped on the driver door panel and his right hand loosely gripping the steering wheel, he exuded the same confidence and control he did with everything else.

“I intend to prosecute Thomas Waverly to the fullest extent of the law.” She saw a muscle in Cade’s jaw twitch, and she knew he was attempting not to smile at her brisk change of subject.

He shook his head. “Thomas Waverly has mental issues. He needs help, not prison bars. He should be in a controlled medical facility where he can be extensively examined and given the treatment he needs. The crimes he allegedly committed were not ones done by a man in a rational, stable state of mind.”

“Allegedly committed?” Justice said, her tone ripe with her disbelief. “He was caught red-handed. Diek, Gunner, and Lucky Rylon had to pull him off Mustang in her own bedroom. A bullet grazed Mustang’s temple, for Pete’s sake. Waverly would have likely shot at her again and connected that time if the Rylon brothers hadn’t rushed in to save her.”

“From what I heard, she was doing a bang-up job of saving herself,” Grant commented.

Justice couldn’t argue with that. She had read the eyewitness accounts of that night and every one of them had painted the picture of Mustang fighting off Thomas Waverly with everything she had in her. The woman had taken Waverly down, struggled for the gun, and nearly disarmed him herself before her men burst into her bedroom.

“Thomas Waverly snapped.” Cade flicked the blinker switch, signaling his intent to turn to the car behind him.

“I’ll say.” Justice let out a humorless laugh as she glanced out the windshield.

Cade pulled the truck into the nearly deserted parking lot of Moonlights, eased into a parking spot, and cut the engine. He rested his wrist on the steering wheel as he turned to meet her gaze. “Seeing Mustang with the Rylon brothers brought back the memories of his childhood, of his mother’s death and the cause. That event so many years ago damaged him.”

“Of course it did. Losing a parent at such a young age would damage anybody.” Justice hadn’t lost her father until she was in her early twenties. She was thirty-one now and his death still hurt. She could only imagine how it would have felt if she had been forced to grow up without him. “That still doesn’t drive most people to the point of attempted murder.”

Cade lifted a shoulder. “He saw Mustang’s relationship with the Rylon brothers as a threat on her life.”

Justice opened her mouth to argue that point.
Duh, as if pulling a gun on the woman, firing that gun at her hadn’t been a threat on her life?
If the bullet that had grazed Mustang’s temple had been the smallest fraction over, it would have gone through the woman’s head.

Cade lifted a finger to silence her. “The Rylon brothers are dominant, just like the men his mother was involved with. Those men killed his mother. Her death wasn’t intentional by any means, but Waverly didn’t get that. He blamed those men, and somewhere in his irrational mind, he thought the Rylon brothers would do the same to Mustang.”

“He cares about Mustang,” Grant chimed in. “They were raised together. He probably thinks of her as a sister. The Rylon brothers have been attempting to stake their claim on her for years. Thomas Waverly knew that, knew the type of men they are, and their pursuit of Mustang slowly ate at him until he cracked.”

“Her eyewitness account states that he kept saying over and over again that he wanted to save her,” Cade added.

Justice pushed a hand through her hair, glancing back and forth from Cade to Grant until her head felt like a Ping-Pong ball. “What’s the excuse for Marissa, then? He has no connection to her, but he burned her children’s clothing shop to the ground a full month or more before any of that stuff went down with Mustang.”

Cade threw his head back and pushed a hard breath from his lungs. “The Service Club. What it stands for, the lifestyles the members lead lit a slow burning fuse in Waverly that was bound to detonate. Justin and Ben are members. They were in the process of claiming Marissa when Waverly went after her shop.”

“With a fire that trapped Gavin Scott,” Justice reminded them.

“Who is also a member of the club,” Grant countered.

As was Randy Pope and, if the rumors that had circulated around the town then had been correct, both men had been furthering their relationship with Georgia Cooper at the time of the fire.

Justice slanted a look at Cade. “That club of yours has really been providing a service to the town the past few months, hasn’t it? It unleashed a madman on the women brave enough to go near you guys.”

“Only because that madman, as you call him, doesn’t possess the mentality to understand that women can find pleasure,
safe
pleasure, in the BDSM lifestyle.”

Cade dragged a fingertip down her nose. That gentle touch in such a simple spot sent shivers of desire racing down her spine. She wanted his finger to continue its descent down her body, wanted it to circle her nipples until they beaded to hardened points, wanted it to trail down her abdomen and belly until it found her clit pulsing and ready to be caressed.

“You understand it, don’t you?” Cade’s voice dropped an octave, thickening and filling with wicked intent. “You want to experience what it’s like to have your hands bound above your head, your legs spread wide, and your breasts and pussy bare. You want to feel the sting as we bring a flogger down across your nipples, as we smack your pussy lips.”

Justice froze.
Oh, God, yes.
She did understand it. She did want it. Her nipples beaded, pressing insistently against her blouse. Her pussy convulsed, juices pooling between her lips as she imagined herself bound and defenseless while he and Grant stood over her with floggers in their hands.

As if taking a cue from Cade, Grant skimmed a hand up her leg, danced his fingers beneath her skirt, stopping the touch mere inches from her pussy. “You’re hot, Justice. I can feel it and I’m not even touching your pussy yet. Do you shave your lips, sweetheart? Is this pussy smooth for us?”

Justice gulped. She wanted to scoot down in the seat, wanted to push her lower body into his touch so his fingers would connect right where she needed them. She wanted to ask him not to stop, to grab his wrist, and put his hand on her pussy herself. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could hardly think through the exotic fears and desires colliding in her system.

“Answer us when we ask you a question, Justice.” The warning in Cade’s husky tone sent ripples of excited trepidation shivering through her. “You wouldn’t want me to have to punish you in this parking lot, would you?”

Justice sucked in a breath. He wouldn’t dare. She darted a glance out the windshield, saw a handful of cars parked outside the restaurant, but no people. Still, what if he tried to punish her here? What if someone walked out and saw them?

“Let’s try this again.” Cade traced the neckline of her blouse with the tip of his finger, igniting a fiery path across her flesh. “You understand it, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes, knowing she was admitting to more tonight than she should, knowing she would pay one hell of a price for it later.

“You want to experience what it’s like, don’t you?” His finger dipped beneath the neckline of her blouse to drag across the swell of her breasts.

Her heart raced. Her nipples pulsed. Between her legs, Grant’s hand moved a fraction of an inch closer to her flaming pussy. “Yes.”

“Do you shave your lips?” Grant’s thumb grazed lightly back and forth over her inner thigh, taunting her pussy, driving her need for his touch higher and higher. “Is this pussy smooth for us?”