Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (15 page)

Come home?

She rolled her eyes as her heart tripped. She had a home and this wasn’t it. Was she really thinking about moving in here,
living
with Cade and Grant?

It’s what you want.

A chill swept through her as she realized it was exactly what she wanted. She had never considered it before, never even dreamed of a day when she would share a home with them. She was considering it now, though, definitely dreaming about it, and she couldn’t help but think that had been the whole point of starting the conversation in the kitchen.

She took a deep breath, her mind reeling as she walked down the hallway. She passed Cade’s bedroom, then took a peek through the partially open doorway of the next and deduced it must be Grant’s. Though the room was much smaller and didn’t appear to hold the array of sexy toys that Cade’s did, nearly everything else looked the same. Sheer white curtains hung over the single window in a wall painted the same stark white. A wooden end table sat beside a king-size bed with matching wooden head- and footboards. And, yes, the bedspread was a plain navy blue.

She shook her head, smiling as she continued down the hall. She stopped at the back door and peered out, noting a large wooden deck arranged for outdoor cooking and lounging and a set of steps leading to an Olympic-size swimming pool. Neither of them had mentioned their plans for the day, but one look at that pool and she knew precisely what she hoped they would decide.

She heard soft footfalls closing in behind her a second before she felt the warmth and solidity of a body pressing against her back.

“It’s not nailed shut, darlin’,” Cade told her, his voice husky and teasing in her ear. “You can go outside.”

She eased back, her body melting in his embrace as he closed his hands around her hips. She angled her head to look at him and made a face. “I’m naked. You took my clothes and won’t let me get my others out of my car. Or have you forgotten that?”

“Trust me, sweet thing, I haven’t stopped watching your sexy curves move around this house long enough to forget a thing.” His gaze flicked to the window in the door. “This is a big house on lots of open property. There’s no one out there but a few squirrels and birds. If they’re intelligent enough to know a gorgeous naked woman when they see one, then they have every right to look.”

“I would love to go for a swim.”

“I’m up for that.”

She felt his cock, hard and long, pressing against the small of her back and figured he was “up” for just about anything. “Where’s Grant?”

“Right behind me.”

She saw Grant step slightly to one side. The hallway was too narrow for two men their size to stand next to one another. “The kitchen is clean already?”

The corner of Grant’s lips twitched. “Strict little thing, aren’t you? It’s as clean as it’s going to get right now.”

“Mmm, you guys hold the strings in the bedroom, but it’s a woman’s job to make sure the house stays clean.”

“Fair enough.” Cade nodded and reached around her to open the door, pulling her back with him as the door swung inside. “The left side is the deep end. You’re more than welcome to get a running start from here and dive right in.”

She giggled and stepped out of his embrace. She tipped her head back as she walked onto the deck, gazing into the clear blue sky. “You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

Cade and Grant followed her out.

“Damn right I would.”

She straightened her head, pinning both of them with a thoughtful look. “But, you see, the two of you aren’t dressed for swimming unless you’re wearing swim trunks beneath those. Sweatpants are terribly heavy when they get wet.”

“We don’t own swim trunks.” Grant flashed her a toothy grin as he walked to a portable radio on the umbrella table. He turned it on, scanning the stations until he landed on one playing an upbeat rock tune. “You know what I enjoyed most about last night?”

“Teasing me? Torturing me? Making me want to cuss at you even though I was begging my stinging ass off?”

He chuckled. “Watching you dance.”

She folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Why don’t you two return the favor?”

“What? Us dance for you?” Cade made a raspberry sound with his lips. “I don’t think so, darlin’.”

She feigned a pout. “Fine. Be that way. Can I make one request, though?”

The men exchanged a glance, then Cade shrugged. “You lost your chance to dominate last night, but I suppose we can grant a single request depending on what it is.”

“Both of you finally got undressed last night, but you didn’t give me a chance to really look at you. Then you shooed me out of the bedroom so fast this morning I only got a quick glance.”

“We were hungry,” Grant said in a boyishly defensive tone.

“You offered to cook,” Cade reminded.

Justice nodded. “And the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Yeah, women got that centuries ago. My point is, I want to watch the two of you get naked. I want to look.” She paused, realizing she would never get what she wanted if she worded it as an order. “Will you please undress for me now so I can watch you?”

Approval sparked in Cade’s eyes. “I think we can do that.”

“You can add a little dance if you want, give me a little striptease like I gave you when I got here last night.”

Grant shot her a look from beneath long lashes as he dipped his head to untie his sweatpants. “This isn’t
Magic Mike
, baby.”

“Oh, no. You guys put those actors to shame.”

They didn’t dance for her, but they did get naked. Both men hooked their fingers in the waistbands of their sweatpants, pushed them down their legs, and kicked them aside without a second of show or finesse.

Gloriously naked and obviously supremely confident in his body, Cade cocked a brow at her. “Happy now?”

Justice held up a finger when they both started to move. “Hold up. Stay right there. I haven’t gotten my look yet.” Because she was already staring at Cade, she started with his face and worked her way down. Syrupy dark springs of hair covered his broad chest, thinning on his abdomen and narrowing to a path that led to his groin. Her mouth watered as her attention locked on his cock, fully hard and jutting from his body between powerful legs and strong feet.

She slid her gaze to Grant’s feet and worked her way up him. He stood with his feet apart, his knees locked, the muscles in his thighs corded and beautifully defining the long, rigid cock hanging between them. His dick jumped as she locked her gaze on it and she giggled, knowing he had done it on purpose. Her throat closed and she remembered thinking that first night when she had attempted to swallow his full length that she had some work ahead of her.

Tamping down the urge to try again right now, she dragged her attention up his narrow waist, hairless abdomen and chest, his thick neck, and finally met his gaze. “Now I’m happy. Thank you, gentlemen.”

Cade advanced on her slowly, wicked intent darkening his eyes. Wordlessly, he grabbed her, pulling her hard and fast into his arms. Her insides exploded in a riot of anticipation and excited apprehension as he slid his hands down to cup her bottom and lifted her off her feet.

She wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders, locked her legs around his waist, and felt the muscles in his hips flex as he plunged his cock inside her pussy.

“Oh, God.” Justice threw her head back, closed her eyes, and cried out at the sudden intrusion. She locked her ankles behind his back, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. Her pussy was wet, burning hot, and ready for his cock. Even so, the girth of his shaft stretched her opening as stupendously as it had her ass last night.

He held her still, their position allowing his cock to bury impossibly deep inside her channel. “Look at me, darlin’,” he told her gruffly, his tone strained.

She had to force her head up, push her eyes open to meet his intense gaze. She loved looking at him, but right now all she wanted to do was melt in his arms and feel as he assumed command of every ounce of her being.

“Can you swim?”

She blinked at him, confused by his question with the pleasure overloading her brain. “Of course.”

He carried her off of the deck, his cock slowly plunging in and out of her pussy with each step as he took her to the edge of the pool. She caught a glimpse of Grant following behind them, but Cade held her now, his strength and power demanding her full attention for the moment. He inched around the edge of the pool, dipping his head to plant soft kisses on her cheeks, her lips, and her neck along the way. When he stopped walking, he bent his head further, catching the flesh at the bend of her neck and shoulder between his teeth for a bite that sent shards of pleasured pain straight to where their bodies joined. He marked her with that bite as effectively as he had marked her heart with his dominant demeanor and carefully controlled gentleness, and she found herself hoping the mark would stay forever despite knowing it would heal all too fast.

“I love you,” she whispered as he lifted his head.

“I know.” The tenderness in his expression softened the arrogance of his words as he slowly descended the steps of the pool, his arms steady beneath her ass, holding her firmly against his cock. “I heard you tell me this morning.”

Justice widened her eyes in surprise, sucking in a quick breath when the chill of the water surrounded her. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I know,” he said again, walking through the shallow end of the pool until he had her backed against the wall. “I’m not sleeping now.” He pulled his hips back, pistoning them forward hard, and driving his cock more deeply inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, wanting him to do it again, wanting him to fuck her until she begged for release, not caring if he would grant it or not.

“Stretch your arms along the wall behind you.”

Shaking from her arousal, she slowly did as he told her, all the while waiting and wondering what she could do to make him plunge so viciously inside her again. Instead, she found herself begging for a different reason as he eased his dick out of her until only the head remained before he pulled it free completely.

“Cade, no! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Emptiness swamped her so violently her eyes threatened to fill. She tried to reach for him, but he caught her hands in his, holding her firmly against the wall with his lower body, the length of his cock teasing her pussy, but not entering it.

“Did I say you could move your arms?” Authority rang in his voice, his expression hardening despite the arousal still darkening his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Do I need to make Grant hold you down? Wouldn’t you rather have his hands on other places of your body instead of your wrists?”

“Yes. I’m sorry,” she said again, so close to weeping that her voice cracked. “I need—”

“We know exactly what you need, baby,” Grant told her, coming up beside her. He slipped an arm between her back and the pool wall, moving in close. “We’ll give it to you as long as you listen.”

Cade’s hands returned to her hips and slowly lowered her to stand before him. He skimmed his hands down, turning them as he reached the apex of her thighs to push her legs further apart. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. I knew I wouldn’t be able to, but the taste of you”—he shook his head—“it just doesn’t stay with me long enough. I need more.”

Before his words could register, he took a deep breath and disappeared beneath the surface of the water. A nanosecond later, she felt him spread her legs wider as he wedged his shoulders between them and buried his face in her pussy.

Her head fell back as his tongue drove between her pussy lips, thrust inside her channel, and found her G-spot. She started to shake as the pleasure washed over her, gaining in intensity when Grant found her breast with his free hand and began toying with her nipple.

“Don’t come,” he warned her huskily. “He hasn’t given you permission.”

“You can,” she moaned as Cade fucked her in even, mind-numbing thrusts of his tongue.

“Not this time. This is his show right now. I’m only here to help and make sure you listen.” He tweaked her nipple, sending a devious dart of pleasured pain straight to her pussy just as Cade pulled his tongue free to flick it over her clit.

Her hips bucked, a cry spilling from her lips as the pressure built fit to bursting inside her. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Grant argued, his hand moving to her other breast to deliver the same punishing squeeze to that nipple. “Control it. Own it. Don’t think about coming. Concentrate on how good it feels, on how much you love it when he eats your pussy.”

Don’t think about coming?

Had Grant gone nuts? Her sole concentration
was
on how good it felt and she absolutely loved when Cade feasted on her pussy. That didn’t stop her body from careening to the edge of the currently forbidden orgasmic mountain.

Still, she tried her best to listen, hoping like mad that Cade wouldn’t stop while simultaneously praying he would before she lost control. For crying out loud, how long could the man hold his breath?

A full two minutes that felt like forever passed before Cade finally broke the surface. Water rained from his hair, beaded on his eyebrows, and dripped from his lashes. He raked a hand down his face, then used the same hand to cup the back of her neck and draw her head to him for a punishing kiss.