Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

“I realize that the club is not some secret little society in the first place. People already know. They know who is affiliated with the club and the lifestyles we lead. Most choose to turn a blind eye. Others look at it with disdain. That’s not my problem. Neither is it my client’s.”

“You’re willing to put the blame for Thomas Waverly’s actions on your own friends, on yourself to keep the man out of prison?”

“I’m willing to provide the best defense for my client. If that means the club falls into a certain amount of scrutiny, then so be it. It will happen no matter the defense I present. You can’t fully prosecute this case without bringing the club into it and neither can I.”

He was right, though she silently admitted she had wondered more than once how she could build her case without mentioning the club. If she didn’t agree to Thomas Waverly’s mental incompetence, she would have to prove the crimes he committed were done in a vendetta against the women affiliated with the club.

“And you and the other members of the club are okay with this?”

“I and the other members are in our chosen professions to serve the public, to protect and save lives. What we choose to do with the women we love is our business. The choices our women make to be with the men they love are their business. None of us are ashamed about that. The life we lead isn’t for everyone, same as the life most people lead isn’t for us. You, of all people, should know that.”

Justice straightened, squaring her shoulders as she glared at him. “Don’t bring my personal life into this. I’m not the one who will be on trial here.” Yet, she was on trial, wasn’t she? He and Grant had put her on the bench in their own personal courtroom, ordering her to confess her darkest secrets, finding her guilty of burying her evil desires, and sentencing her to a fate she couldn’t comprehend.

“No, you aren’t.” Cade got to his feet and her heart skipped a beat. He walked around her desk, stopping behind her, leaning down to nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. “You’ve already lost that case, darlin’, and I think you realized that Wednesday night.”

His breath fanned the tiny hairs on the side of her neck, sending electric sparks of acutely heated desire raining through her. Her gaze flicked to the closed office door, to the knob she hadn’t realized he had locked when he had stepped inside. She closed her eyes, struggling to hold her composure as his power enveloped her, suffocating her rational thoughts and driving her needs higher.

“You’re angry with me.” He put his hands on her shoulders, licked her earlobe between his teeth, and nipped.

Justice felt dizzy, intoxicated, as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire. She swallowed a moan bubbling her throat, fought to keep her breathing steady as her senses careened into overload.

“It pissed you off the way Grant and I left you Wednesday night and that neither of us has called you since.” His hands slowly glided over her shoulders, his fingers pushing beneath the neckline of her loose-fitting blouse, warming her already heated flesh to molten temperatures. “Would it help to know we wanted to, that we’ve both been going stark raving mad since we walked out of your house?”

His husky admission surprised her. She felt herself relax beneath his hands, easing back in her chair as his exploration of her chest continued down. His fingers reached the lace edge of her bra, pushed beneath it, and lightly grazed her breasts, lifting them out of the cups.

“Why didn’t you?” She wanted to hang on to her anger, wanted to lash out at him for torturing her. Instead, her question sounded breathless, needy, and, dammit, her body was surrendering without offering her a chance in hell of stopping it.

“Patience. You taught it to us well enough. It’s time you learned it, too. This time by our rules.” He squeezed her breasts and her back arched, her body seeking more, her flesh burning to be caressed and pleasured. “It shouldn’t be a difficult lesson for you.” He took an audible deep breath as he raked the pad of his thumbs over her already hardened nipples. “You’re proving yourself a fast learner. You listened Wednesday night, didn’t you? Did you finger your clit after we left, shove a dildo in your pussy and imagine it was Grant’s cock or mine or someone else’s invading your gorgeous body?”

“No.” She said the word so softly she barely heard it herself. Grant had told her they would know if she disobeyed. She didn’t understand how, but Cade was making it clear Grant had been right.

“Why not?” He closed his thumbs and forefingers on her nipples, rolled the beaded points, and squeezed them. The pained pleasure was like an imaginary string tugging at her clit. She arched against the back of the chair, her pussy burning, her clit throbbing for the same touch. “You were alone. You were horny. I’m sure you have the proper toys to pleasure yourself.”

“It wouldn’t have helped,” she admitted on a groan as the squeezing stopped. Her nipples pulsed, wanting more, needing a harder assault. “It never does.”

She whimpered as his hands eased from her blouse and damned herself for the sound. Her temper sparked anew. She was tired of being teased, fed up with allowing him and Grant to toy with her this way.

“I can help,” he told her as she felt him straighten behind her. “Stand up and turn around.”

Justice’s eyes flew open, the shock of his command mollifying her anger. Whatever he had in mind he couldn’t possibly intend to do it here in her office. Dear God, what if someone realized her door was locked? What if they knocked and heard her and Clint rustling inside in their haste to cover what he had been doing to her?

“I gave you an order, darlin’,” he said in that voice of hardened authority that always set her internal alarm bells ringing. “Don’t make me wait for you to obey me.”

Justice gulped, placed her hands on the edge of the desk, and pushed herself to her feet. She turned slowly to face him, her heart tripping a beat when he shoved her chair out of the way.

“Lift your skirt to your waist.”

“Cade, we can’t do this here.” She wanted to. Sweet goddess of hormones, her body didn’t give a shit where they were or who saw them. She wanted to be skin to skin with him, needed to feel his enormous cock spreading her pussy, ramming into her core until she cried out from orgasm after orgasm.

“We can do what I want wherever I want. Lift your skirt to your waist.” He repeated the order, his gaze on her one of obvious forced patience. His tolerance for her hesitation wouldn’t last long. He would either walk or she would face a far more severe punishment for her disobedience than Grant had given her Wednesday night.

So aroused she trembled with it, she fisted the side of her skirt in her hands and pulled it up. The cool air in the office met with the heated flesh of her inner thighs, bringing goose pimples to the surface of her skin.

“Those are nice,” he said, his attention falling to her black lace thong panties. “I don’t want you wearing them anymore, but they’re very pretty.” He hooked his fingers around the thin strips of lace holding the panties on her hips. “It’s irritating enough that I have to move the skirt out of my way when I want to get to my pussy. I don’t want anything else blocking my access to what I want.” He pulled her panties down her hips, his fingers lightly grazing her flesh and leaving a burning trail in their wake. “If I could, I would keep you naked around the clock. You wouldn’t own a stitch of clothing if you were, say, my housewife.”

Justice’s belly fluttered. His wife? She had never allowed the prospect of being married to him or Grant out of the deepest recesses of her fantasies.

“That won’t happen, though.”

Justice’s heart slammed to her toes, shattering with a painful force that formed a lump in her throat. She had known it, and yet she’d allowed herself to hope. Just for an instant, the dream of forever belonging to him and Grant had filled her, made her feel whole.

Cade let her panties fall to the floor, his palms returning to grip her hips. “Your career means too much to you to expect you to give it up, even for me and Grant.”

Tears burned her eyes, bringing with them a sense of relief so heavy she swayed in his embrace.

“You thought we would expect that, didn’t you, that we would demand you quit your job, give up everything you’ve worked so hard for to be with us?” He slid one hand behind her, flattening it on the small of her back.

Justice couldn’t think. It almost sounded as if he were proposing to her, for God’s sake. The idea was ludicrous. Grant had told her he was one of the men who loved her. That obviously implied Cade loved her, too, but neither of them could feel that strongly enough to marry her, could they?

She gazed up at him, searching his eyes for anything to make sense of his words and coming up short. “I—I’ve never thought about it. Cade, this is happening so fast. I don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.”

His lips twitched. “Sure you do, darlin’, and nothing about this is fast.” He used his grip on her hip and his hand on the small of her back to slowly bend her backward until she lay on her desk. A pen poked her in the shoulder and she moved reflexively, not caring about the papers and files that lay beneath her.

His hands skimmed up her sides, pushing her blouse up to her neck, revealing her bare breasts lifted by the cups of her bra. “We’ve known each other a long time. We’re colleagues even if we are on opposite sides in the courtroom.” He leaned over her, planting soft kisses to first one erect nipple and then the other.

Justice shuddered, the featherlike kisses racing heatedly straight to her clit.

“We’re friends.” He skipped his mouth down her abdomen, alternating a kiss and a lick until it drew a quiet moan from her throat. “What the three of us have, the feelings we share weren’t built on sex.” He lifted his head slightly to gaze up at her from beneath thick lashes, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “It’s headed there, but it’s not the true foundation.”

He lowered his head again, licked a path down her belly, and Justice closed her eyes. Confusion crashed into the desires and emotions filling her soul until she didn’t know what to think, what to do, what to feel.

“This one time, and this time only, you have my permission to come when you’re ready.” His hands moved to her inner thighs, and he pushed them apart, spreading her pussy wide. “It will be your reward for being a good girl and listening to Grant’s order the other night.”

He buried his face in her pussy, and her world went ballistic. He didn’t tease, didn’t make her wait for the moment. He thrust his tongue into her sodden opening, wiggling and licking the inner walls of her channel until her hips lifted for more. His nose pressed against her clit, a welcomed pressure that sent a wave of relief washing through her even as it quickly coaxed her orgasm to the edge.

He pulled his tongue free and dragged it up to flick it back and forth in viciously rapid strokes over her clit. She gripped the edge of the desk as her breathing turned to pants. He shoved a finger inside her pussy, her thick juices easing the way as he curled the finger and stroked a spot she hadn’t known existed.

“Cade.” His name left her on a breathless plea, her body writhing, her head lolling from side to side as the pressure in her womb and clit mounted to unbearable strength. She had burned hot for so very long, needing to feel him, dying for him to take command of her body. He did it expertly now, feasting on her pussy, driving her mindless with pleasure. “Oh, God, baby, I’m going to come.”

His tongue slowed on her clit, his finger stilling in her pussy, and her eyes flew open as the intense pressure immediately started to ease.

“No, damn you,” she gasped, groping for his head, burying her hands in his hair, and pushing his face into her pussy. “You said I could come when I wanted to. You gave me permission.”

He chuckled, the bastard, and gradually began fingering her again, catching her clit between his teeth for a pleasure-filled stinging nip before circling it with the tip of his tongue. He reached with his free hand for her nipple, caught it in a pressure squeeze that snapped the line between ecstasy and pain, and she exploded.

She barely swallowed a scream as the orgasm tore through her. Her entire body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure seized control of her very soul and, still, he didn’t stop. He pulled his finger from her pussy only to replace it with his tongue, pistoning it in rapid successions, lapping at the river of juices that spilled out of her. He pinched her nipple, rolled it between his fingers, tugging hard. He found her clit with his other hand and did the same to the swollen, sensitized bud, and guided her through a second, equally vicious orgasm that toppled her over the brink of insanity.

She floated somewhere between consciousness and delirium as her body slowly relaxed. She didn’t feel Cade move, didn’t know he had straightened to bend over her until she felt his lips brush lightly over hers.

“Open your eyes, sweet thing.”

She forced her eyes open to find him gazing down at her, moisture glistening around his nose and mouth, a victorious and thoroughly pleased smile tilting his lips.

“Did that help?”

Justice found the strength to smile. She wound her arms around his neck, dipping her fingers into the back of his hair. “Immensely.”

“Good. That should get you through the rest of the day. Be at the ranch tonight by eight. Come prepared to stay the weekend.” He kissed her again, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth, sharing with her the remnants of her juices that remained on his lips. “Oh, and bring several pairs of your highest heels.” He straightened, a boyish glint sparking in his eyes. “I’m gonna love watching you walk naked in a pair of heels again the way you did the other night after you stripped for us in your foyer.”