Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

Cade pushed the side of Justice’s hair behind her ear, loving the way she moved her head into his touch. “Figure out the new stakes yet, darlin’?”

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “We’ll stick with the massage. This time the legs, though, all the way up.” She lifted a finger and narrowed her eyes. “But no touching the private parts.”

Cade let a slow grin unfold on his lips. “You do know how to ruin a man’s fun. Okay, our stakes are the same, five field minutes of you on your feet where we can see you.”

“You’re determined, aren’t you?”

Cade nodded. “I am.” He was making it easy, too. He wanted to keep her relaxed, keep the wagers low until the time came to put her on edge.

“Next team to score?”

Cade shook his head. “Bucs have the ball. I bet you won’t move it more than ten yards on the next play.”

“We’ll just see about that.” She turned back to the television, sipped her beer, then muttered, “Go Bucs.”

On the screen, the teams set up for the next play. The formation broke as the ball sailed through the air, landing perfectly in the team’s running back’s arms.

“Ha!” Justice pumped the air with her fist as the Bucs’ running back made it twenty-two yards before being tackled. “My guys are determined to keep the two of you on your knees tonight.”

“Dammit,” Grant muttered, but a smile widened his lips as he sank to the floor beside her. “Next time we’re back to betting on the score.”

Cade exchanged a wordless look with his friend, noting the knowledge in the other man’s eyes. Despite his playful grumbling, Grant knew what Cade was up to. Cade slid off the sofa, shuffling the stuff on the coffee table so she could rest her legs on it.

“Fine with me.” Justice stretched out her legs. “At this rate, I’ll have a full-body massage by the end of this game.”

Cade started at her ankle, caressing and working her calf and shin muscles until he reached her knee. Her silky-smooth skin teased his taste buds and he dipped his head, dragging the tip of his tongue along the side of her leg.

She slapped the top of his head playfully. “Hey, I said massage, not kiss.”

He looked up at her, hiding a grin behind a serious expression. “You said no touching the private parts. Next time, be more specific.” He licked his way up the outside of her thigh, stifling a chuckle when her legs shivered all the way down. She moaned, low and sexy, and he flicked a glance at Grant to see the other man doing the same to her left leg.

“Mmm, that was wonderful, gentlemen,” she purred as their minutes ran out and they eased back onto the couch. “Thank you. Shall we make another bet now?”

“Damn right,” Grant said. “That’s two we’ve lost. I want to see you standing up there as bad as Cade does.”

She giggled. “Okay, the next team to score. If I win again…” Her face twisted with indecision. “Hmm, what needs to be massaged next?”

“I can give you a few suggestions,” Cade offered.

“Ha! I bet you can. We’ll go with my arms and you can kiss them all you like. No touching
anything
else.”

“She has a vicious way of teasing us, Cade,” Grant said.

“Don’t I know it?”

“A girl’s got to take her chances while she’s got them. Consider this mild payback for all the teasing you guys have done to me.”

The game moved through the second quarter with the Bucs up by seven points. The Titans had yet to score. The game was six minutes and forty-three seconds into the third quarter before the Titans made their first touchdown.

Justice slapped her thighs. “Phooey.”

Cade cocked a grin at her. “Phooey?”

“Trust me, it’s a much nicer word than what I wanted to say.” She got to her feet, walking with a decided sway to her hips to the spot he had previously indicated on the floor. “Enjoy the view, gentlemen.”

“Believe me, darlin’, we are.” Cade momentarily forgot about the game as his gaze moved over her body. Her pert breasts made his hands burn to touch, her erect nipples taunting him. She stood with her legs closed, but he could still see the moisture glistening on her pussy lips. His mouth watered at the remembered taste of her juices, the feel of her opening as he had thrust his tongue in and out of her earlier that day.

His hunger for her increased by leaps and bounds when the Bucs scored another touchdown and she broke into her most spectacular victory dance yet. Her hips gyrated to the beat of the music spilling from the television speakers, her breasts bobbing, her arms flying.

“Sweet Jesus,” Cade heard Grant whisper. “I can’t take much more of watching her dance like that.”

“You’re about to get tackled, sweet thing,” Cade warned her, stifling a laugh when her dancing stopped in mid-gyration and she turned her head to look at him.

“Down, boys. We’ve still got another quarter and a half before this game is over and the Titans are now a touchdown behind.” She looked back at the television, keeping her body straight, giving them the full-on view to fulfill her end of the bet. “They’ll need more than that to win the game.”

“They’ll tie it up in the fourth quarter,” Grant said and Cade could tell by the thickness in his friend’s voice that he wasn’t watching the game right now any more than Cade.

“Hmm, sounds like another bet,” Justice purred.

“Stakes are higher this time.” Her head turned at Cade’s statement, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Winner’s choice. You won the first two. You decided the wager. We won the last. It’s our turn.”

She nodded. “Fair enough.”

“If the Bucs put the next score on the board, you get to be in charge for the rest of the night,” Cade told her. “Whatever you want, whatever you say, Grant and I have to do.”

“I get to be in charge?” She pointed a finger at her chest, her eyes wide with surprise.

Cade nodded. “You get to be in charge.”

“And if the Titans tie it up?” Her hand slowly lowered as a dart of apprehension moved through her expression.

“Grant and I get to pick one thing to do to you, whatever we want, at any time we want this weekend.”

She drew her brows together and angled her head. “I know you two. You’ll do that anyway.”

Cade shook his head. “This one will be different. What we have in mind will probe at your comfort zone, push against your fear barriers. It might not be easy for you, but you will love every second.”

Her gaze danced from him to Grant and back again. Cade could almost see the wheels turning in her beautiful head. He knew what she was thinking. She had already won two out of three bets. This one might be a doozy, but she stood a fifty-fifty shot of winning.

Which left him and Grant with a fifty-fifty shot at losing. Call it arrogance, confidence, or just plain faith, but Cade didn’t plan to lose this one. Even if he did, she didn’t know it yet, but he would still get what he wanted tomorrow night.

Justice puffed out a breath as her gaze landed on him once more. “Sounds like the Bucs better not let me down.”

* * * *

Justice turned to the television, forgetting all about the field clock and whether or not her five minutes of standing naked for the guys were over. She couldn’t sit now even if her legs and feet started to ache again.

Cade was giving her a chance to call the shots. She wasn’t sure she even wanted it, wasn’t sure what she would do with it if she got it. She only knew whatever he had planned had to be devious enough, dirty enough to make him feel like he better even the stakes.

What could they demand of her that would be bad enough to cause them to risk being forced to submit to her for the rest of the night? The question short-circuited her thoughts, screwing with her concentration until she could barely concentrate on the game. The endless possibilities of what they might do to her filled her with a trepidation that had her quivering to her toes.

She forced herself to focus on the game, to push her unease aside, all the while praying the Bucs scored even as the naughty demon inside her hoped the Titans did it first. The Bucs didn’t have to get a touchdown for her to win. A three-point field goal would do it. Hell, she would even win if they pulled off a safety. She held her breath each time either team came close to scoring, anxiety wreaking havoc in her system.

“Are you okay over there, darlin’?”

“I’m fine.” She didn’t look at Cade, couldn’t tear her gaze from the television as the clock ticked away the minutes in the fourth quarter. It crossed her mind that if neither team scored again, the Bucs would win the game and the bet would be moot. Half hoping that would be the turnout and half hoping it wouldn’t, she found herself silently chanting,
Come on, Bucs. Come on, Bucs. Please. Please.

In the dark recesses of her soul, her demon paced its cage, muttering a chant of its own, rooting for the Titans to tie the score.

“Your five minutes ended a long time ago,” Grant said. “You can come sit down now, sweetheart.”

“No, th—” She cut the word off cold as the Titans’ backup threw the ball down the field. She saw it happen in slow motion. The ball sailed a full seventy-six yards toward the Titans’ wide receiver. Without a single Bucs defender in proximity, the Titan caught the ball and tied the score with an easy touchdown.

Heart pounding with the knowledge that one mistake on the Bucs’ behalf had just put a nail in her coffin of doom, she bowed her head, groaning as she covered her face with her hands. She felt the heat of a body move in behind her, felt a pair of large hands glide over her bare shoulders.

“What? No phooey this time?” Cade drawled against the side of her neck.

She lifted her head, dropping her hands in defeat, her gaze landing on Grant as he walked to stand in front of her. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She turned her head to look at Cade, who smartly wasn’t grinning at her. “Phooey is far too sweet a word right now.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll enjoy every second of what we have in mind.”

Cade’s utter confidence in his words showed in his eyes, but it didn’t do a thing to alleviate the fear chilling her blood. “What do I have to do to pay up?”

Grant stepped closer to her front, his hands lightly coming to rest on her hips. “When you hear one of us tell you it’s time, you’ll know.”

“You’re going to keep me worrying about it, aren’t you, wondering what you plan to do and when you’ll do it?”

“For a while, yes.” Cade’s hands glided up and down her arms, warming the chill in her blood, offering a comfort she tried desperately to absorb. “We want to let the anticipation build. It will be more exciting for you that way.”

“For now, why don’t we forget about what’s left of this game and enjoy the rest of the night,” Grant suggested, leaning in to graze his lips over her cheek.

Justice gulped as tingles from where his lips touched rained through her, sparking acute arousal in her breasts and pussy. She nodded slowly. “Okay. I need to use the bathroom first, though.”

“It’s the first door on the right down the hall,” Cade told her as he stepped back, taking the heat of his touch with him. “Do you remember which door leads to my bedroom?”

She turned, her belly fluttering at the memory of the only time she had walked down that hall to his room, of the things she had seen in there. “Yes.”

“Meet us in there.”

* * * *

Grant waited until he could no longer see Justice’s tantalizing ass walking away before he turned to Cade. The other man was practically drooling after watching her sultry curves move down the hall in nothing but a pair of heels.

“That look really does it for you, huh?”

Cade slid him a questioning glance. “And it doesn’t for you?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s amazing, inside and out.” Grant scratched the side of his nose, choosing his next words carefully. “You, uh, upped the stakes pretty high on that last bet. I know what you’re going for. Are you sure we should take it there this soon?”

“What I’m sure of is we both love that woman. Neither of us will ever be the same if we let go of her now.” Cade sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m also sure she’s still hiding. She will never be happy as long as she feels she has to keep certain desires locked away.”

“If we’re right about that, she thinks those desires will send us walking.” She as much as told them that when Grant stood with her outside her house Wednesday night.

You’ll walk anyway. And when you do, you won’t be back.

“The only way I know to prove her wrong is to give her what she wants.”

“And still be there when it’s over,” Grant added.

Cade snagged his beer from the end table, tipped it back, and downed what remained in the can. “You got a better idea?”

“Not a better idea, but an addition to yours.”

Cade put the now-empty beer can back on the table. “I’m listening.”

“She’s got to believe we love her. We’ve got to make that clear, unconditional, set in cement.”

“She knows.” Cade turned back to him, but his gaze fell on the deserted hallway. “You told her.”

“It’s not enough for a woman to know, Cade. She needs to hear it from both of us. She needs to feel it when we touch her, talk to her, when we’re simply around her.”