Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Dominic’s heart went out to Grayson. Ever since Stephanie had entered the picture he was in a perpetual black mood. At first he wasn’t sure what was wrong with his partner until he caught him flipping through an old photo album in his room. When he’d left for his daily jog, his curiosity got the better of him. What he found had shocked him. The photos were nearly identical to Stephanie Vasquez. But they were of Grayson’s deceased wife.

No wonder he felt so conflicted yet drawn to the girl. Dominic had never known his partner’s wife. She’d died a year before Grayson joined the force. It had taken a long time for them to bond after being assigned as partners. Grayson had a tough outer shell that took ages to dissolve enough for a lasting friendship. Now, eight years later, they were as close as two men could get.

It was Friday morning, their last day of work before their three-day weekend. Dominic hoped Grayson’s mood improved before they made the long drive north, or it would be a very awkward vacation.

“Drive by Station 23. I have to drop something off for Jake.”

Grayson didn’t question him. When they arrived it was only twenty after seven, but he knew the firefighters would be awake and ready for a call by now. The sky was still dark navy thanks to the shortening days. Within the next ten minutes it would start to lighten, bringing the city to life.

He stepped out of the cruiser and slammed the door shut. After banging on the heavy metal door of the station, he was buzzed in.

“Dominic! Good to see you. What brings you by?” asked Conall. The blond-haired Viking bound across the room with a smile on his face. His suspenders were loose at his sides, his chest bare.

“I wanted to talk to Jake. Is he around?”

“He’s still upstairs in bed. You can head on up if you like.”

He nodded and then took the stairs two at a time. He’d been to the station numerous times over the years for both business and pleasure. Their assignments often overlapped and they were all good friends.

“Hey.” He knocked on the partially opened door a few times before pushing it open. Jake was lying on a lower bunk reading a thick book.

“Dom?” Jake shifted to his side, slipping a bookmark between the pages. “Something wrong?”

He briefly looked down at himself. He was in full uniform, ready for duty, but he wasn’t there on business. “It’s about Grayson. I’m worried about him. I know you’ve been through the pain of losing someone. How long did it take you before you were able to move on with your life? How long until you were ready for love?” It may be an odd topic between two grown men, but Jake wasn’t an average man. He was dark and intense, never holding back to save anyone’s feelings. Everyone thought he’d be alone forever until Tammy came along. Somehow she’d changed him, molding him into something new and better. Could the same be done for Grayson? After nine years of shallow relationships, it was time for him to take a chance on love again.

“This have something to do with the cute brunette?”

“How do you know about her?”

“When Tammy’s best friend comes around asking twenty questions about two particular cops, it grabs our attention. Stephanie wanted to know if you two were worthy of her time—”

“And what did you tell her?”

“That she’s better off looking elsewhere.”

“Fuck! Why’d you go and do that?”

Jake swung his legs around, leaning over his knees. “It’s like you said, Grayson’s a lot like me. I still think Tammy deserves better than this. Than me.” He clapped himself on the chest.

“But you’re happy. All of you. Don’t you think Grayson and I could have that with Stephanie?” He wasn’t even sure where the words came from or when he assumed the three of them should be together. Maybe Stephanie was exactly what both of them needed, a dark-haired angel come to give them both a second chance. From the first day they pulled her over, there was something about her that he couldn’t get out of his head. She was a mix of strength and beauty, independence and vulnerability. He could envision a future with a woman like her.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, Dom. That’s for you to find out, I suppose.”

“I think she hates us. Every time we get a chance, Grayson insists on showing his darker side.”

He didn’t have to elaborate for Jake. Before Tammy took Station 23 by storm, they’d all enjoyed nights out at the bar, hot chicks, and cold beer. Jake and Grayson were similar for their unorthodox fetishes in the bedroom.

Jake smirked, something he rarely did. “That might be what keeps her coming back. You’d be surprised what arouses a woman. It’s not always candy and flowers. Remember that.” He winked, tossed his book aside, and strode past him.

Dominic returned to the cruiser more confused than when he’d arrived at the station.

“We got a call from the chief,” said Grayson after he sat in the passenger seat.

“Uh-huh.”

“We have to collect a witness and bring her in.”

He could tell by the look in his partner’s eyes that he was talking about Stephanie. Dominic massaged his temples. Now she’d really hate them.

Grayson pulled out onto the main road. The
Heartland Tribute
was only a few blocks away. “It could be fun. The bet was for a week, wasn’t it?”

“Since when is bringing in a witness fun?”

“When you have an imagination. Fuck, Dom. You’re getting boring in your old age.”

He exhaled, wishing Grayson would be honest with himself rather than skating along the superficial forever. How long did he plan to pretend Stephanie was just another conquest?

“Have it your way.”

They parked right in front of the building and entered side by side. The women at the front reception stared at them as if they’d never seen a man in uniform before.

“We’re here to see Stephanie Vasquez. Could you send her out, please?” asked Grayson in his deep baritone. Dominic had to stifle a laugh. It was so easy to use their authority to get their way. He still didn’t understand how their title could inspire both fear and protection in people. They were just men.

“Just a minute, please.” The secretary stood up and raced down the long, narrow hallway, her heels marking her retreat. A couple minutes later she returned with Stephanie in tow. Her brow was lowered, a look of confusion on her face. The last time they’d seen her they were out of uniform and pushing the boundaries. Even though she’d taken off, there was no doubt they’d managed to arouse her. She must crave the thrill of being dominated, something they were very capable of giving her if she allowed it.

“Do you have a private room we could use to interrogate—I mean, question our witness?” asked Grayson. The look of horror on the women was priceless.

“Yes, sir. The last door on the left is our conference room. It’s very private.”

“Good. Make sure we’re not disturbed.”

Dominic added, “No matter what you hear.”

The secretary nodded robotically as they led their witness up the hall.

“I hope this isn’t another game,” she whispered. “Just because you’re cops doesn’t mean you’re above the law.” Fiesty, he liked that.

He walked behind her, captivated by the slight swing of her hips. Her ass was deliciously plump, and he imagined holding on to those strong hips as he rammed his cock in her pussy. Did she move like that on purpose? Her suit was navy blue, the skirt several inches above her knees. The woman had a body to die for from her long legs to her silky dark hair that fell elegantly down her back.

Grayson held the door open for her. She crossed her arms and entered. Once they were inside the privacy of the conference room, he closed the door. Since there was no lock, Grayson proceeded to wedge one of the leatherback chairs under the handle, securing it in place. Stephanie watched with her mouth agape.

“Problem?” asked Dominic.

“Do you think I’ll overpower the two of you? I’m not a criminal.”

Grayson flicked off all the bright overhead lights, leaving only the soft accent lamp above the whiteboard on. There were no windows, so the sudden change in light took a moment for his eyes to fully adjust to.

“You’re here to question me? Why? What did I do now? I stopped at the yellow light, dodged a squirrel, and refrained from using the middle finger. I should get a humanitarian award.”

“This has nothing to do with your driving, Ms. Vasquez.” Grayson adjusted his police hat, taking a good look at Stephanie as he forced her to walk backward. The backs of her thighs struck the table and she reached to her sides to keep balance. “
Vasquez.
Where’s that from?” he asked.

“I don’t know. My father was Hispanic, but I’ve never met him.”

“He’s missing out.”

Dominic gritted his teeth when his friend ran a finger along her jawline. If they were wrong about her attraction, this could end up very badly.

* * * *

Stephanie’s wanton desires settled low in her stomach. She ached for these larger-than-life men. When she’d run from them on Wednesday, she’d regretted the decision all night as she tossed and turned in bed, her body molten hot. She may be afraid of betrayal, but nobody had to be hurt with a one-night stand. She’d come to the conclusion long before they showed up in her office that a quick fuck may be just what the doctor ordered. If she expected nothing in return, she couldn’t be disappointed.

When Grayson mentioned her father, the tables turned. She lost her bravado, feeling uniquely vulnerable. As much as she tried to convince herself not having a father was insignificant, the loss rooted deep. The pain rarely surfaced, but the raw masculinity exuding from these two cops brought out all her weaknesses. She wanted them to take control, to soothe her, to tell her they’d always be there.

Be strong, Steph.
“My mother did just fine on her own.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek, attempting to wait for her questioning with as much dignity as possible.

“I could envision you as a little girl,” said Grayson, raking his gaze over every contour of her face. “Big brown eyes and long ponytail. He missed out,” he repeated.

What was he doing to her? She wanted to feel his strong arms around her as she spent her tears against his uniform. Stephanie had enough tears to flood the room. She rarely allowed herself the freedom to release all her pent-up emotions. It was so much easier to push them away, out of sight, out of mind.

She’d decided to keep things simple—straight sex. But they weren’t making it easy. “Don’t. Just—Just get on with the questioning.
Please
.” She couldn’t take any more sympathy. It was like he knew her greatest weaknesses and played on them. He was a cop, so he probably did.

“Did you see anything suspicious the night of the gala?” asked Dom.

“What gala?” She awaited their reaction. There wasn’t a law that said she had to be quick on the draw. If they wanted to make her life difficult, she could do the same to them.

Grayson wrapped a hand around each side of her waist and hoisted her up onto the smooth, polished conference table. The fine cherrywood centerpiece was Mr. Templeton’s pride and joy. He wouldn’t approve of her fat ass sitting on it.

“Now. About the gala, last Saturday night. Anything suspicious?”

“Maybe.”

This was it. She could play hard to get until the cows came home, but she’d be the one suffering alone in bed tonight. Stephanie tried to remember the pep talk she’d given herself about lovin’ and leavin’. It wouldn’t be the end of civilization as she knew it if she participated in some good, clean, casual sex. She was a grown woman with needs and desires.

“Listen, little lady. When we bring you to the station they won’t be as forgiving as us. You’d be smart to talk now,” said Grayson. He was so close—practically between her legs. The room was all shadows and Dom’s ever-looming presence was the only distraction from the man in front of her.

“Don’t I get any rights read to me? I thought I was allowed to remain silent.”

She swore Grayson growled, the masculine sound rolling up from his chest. She straightened her posture, only to be pressed back enough that she ended up on her elbows. He braced both hands on the table at either side of her waist. “You have the right to follow orders. You have the right to do as we say.”

Stephanie frowned. He didn’t need to know his words made her panties moist. “Let me guess, I have the right to take off my clothes?”

“You said it, not me.”

Dom joined in, sitting on the edge of the table. “What should we do with her? An interrogation with handcuffs and baton?” He ran his hand along the length of her hair, an intimate touch. The scent of his musky cologne surrounded her in an erotic veil. Everything about them was a temptation—even their silver badges, gun belts, and uniforms. Grayson stared at her, an intense gaze which travelled through her body like a jolt of electricity. She was lying helpless on the table, completely at the mercy of these domineering men. He fiddled with his belt, which only revealed he had tight, flat abs underneath the layers of blue. Stephanie couldn’t stop staring, wondering if he was about to unzip his pants.

It was time to brave up and follow her desires.
A one-night stand
. She knew the cops were only playing with her, a cat-and-mouse game fuelled by the basest of needs. They were excellent flirts, which only confirmed they were playboys and not relationship material.

She reached up with one arm, supporting her weight on one elbow.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Stephanie undid the first two buttons of her blouse, exposing the top of her cleavage.

Both men froze, staring at her as if she were an enigma. She expected them to reject her advance since they were on duty. The next thing she remembered were two strong hands slipping under her knees and pulling her flush to Grayson’s body. His cock was impossibly firm and solid, not unlike the cherrywood beneath her.

“Fuck,” muttered Dom.

“Good choice,” said Grayson, his shoulders back and chin squared. “Go on, unbutton them all.”