Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (16 page)

His tongue drove inside her mouth, twisted with hers, and shared the taste of her pussy until the flavor slowly faded away. “See,” he said, wrenching his mouth from hers. “The taste doesn’t last long enough.”

“You can go back for more anytime you want,” she panted, her body throbbing with need, the emptiness rushing back to taunt her.

He let out a quiet chuckle. “Not complaining now, are you?”

“I’m only complaining because I want one of you, both of you, inside me.”

He lifted her once more, gripping her hips as her legs found their way around him on their own volition. His cock pushed inside her as easily as it had the first time, her pussy eagerly taking his full length inside, her muscles clenching around his shaft.

“Yes.” The word came on a strangled cry that quickly morphed to a plea when he stopped once again. She started to protest, thought about slapping him, but hesitated when she caught the look of concern move through his eyes.

“If we both take you here it might hurt you and I’m not talking pleasurable pain. We didn’t bring any lubrication out here.”

“I took care of that,” Grant said, slowly wedging himself between her and the wall.

Cade stepped back, giving Grant room even as he lifted a brow and looked at the other man over her shoulder. “You got the waterproof stuff?”

“Why do you think it took me so long to join you two in the pool?”

Cade’s attention slid back to her, his lips tilting in an approving grin. “I should’ve known he would come prepared. Me? I tend to dive in without thinking first.”

Justice laughed. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She truly hadn’t. Everything either of them did, every move they made always seemed to be well calculated and precise.

“You will.” Grant’s hands glided down her sides to her ass. “Are you ready for me, too?”

“Yes.” She took a deep breath, calming her speeding heart as desire settled between her anus and pussy. Grant took his time, easing his cock into her anus and slowly breaching the tight ring of muscle inch by gloriously long inch. With his cock deep in her anus and Cade’s buried in her pussy, she felt fuller than she could have ever imagined, more complete, definitely whole.

“How does it feel, darlin’?” Cade slowly began to move, easing his cock out of her pussy only to slide it back in again in a snail-paced rhythm that Grant immediately started to match.

“Oh, my God.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, could scarcely breathe as pulse points of pleasure slammed through her clit, her pussy, and her ass.

“That good, huh?” Amusement laced Grant’s tightened voice as he licked a path across the back of her shoulders.

She tried to remember Grant’s gentle coaching while Cade had been eating her pussy, attempted not to center her concentration on the intense riot of ecstasy scorching a path between her ass and pussy.

“I can’t do it,” she gasped. “Grant, Cade, please, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Cade said through clenched teeth, his thrusting picking up pace.

They moved inside her in a choreographed dance that manipulated her body straight to the edge. She bit her lips together and still cried out from the sensations barreling through her, thrashing between them as the fiery pressure built anyway.

What felt like hours but probably amounted to only seconds passed before she heard Grant growl the permission she sought.

“Now come for us.”

It was by far the easiest order they had ever given her. She let herself go, screaming as the orgasm tore through her, spilled out of her, and left her feeling light-headed and spent. She watched as Cade’s face contorted with his own release, felt the warmth of his semen fill her channel and heard Grant grunt just before she felt him let go as well.

Feeling like a rag doll, she let her head fall forward on Cade’s chest and closed her eyes as her body continued to rock from the force of her orgasm.

Justice wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair as she stepped from the shower. It occurred to her that it was the closest she had come to being dressed since she walked into Cade and Grant’s house last night. Funny how having the soft cotton covering her flesh suddenly felt foreign, as if it didn’t belong.

You can’t go around naked all the time, silly woman.

No, but she realized she had felt a sort of freedom by not wearing clothes for nearly twenty-four hours. In stripping her, Cade had also taken her modesty, her inhibitions, and left her feeling more at ease and confident than ever.

She walked out of the bathroom with her head held high, anticipation for whatever they planned next fluttering wildly in her belly. She heard them talking and followed the sound of their voices down the hall to Cade’s bedroom, finding Grant perched on the edge of the bed and Cade standing next to it with a large, rectangular, white box secured by a lovely red bow between them.

Both men looked her way as she stepped into the room. Grant’s lips unfolded in a gentle smile. Cade’s gaze swept down her front, hunger consuming his expression.

“Now that you’re all squeaky clean, it’s my turn.” Grant snagged the box from the bed as he got to his feet.

“I’m surprised you didn’t join me in the shower.” Justice freed her hair, towel-drying it to keep it from dripping before tossing the towel in the clothes basket near the wall. “I expected at least one of you to.”

“We thought about it,” Cade admitted. “Then decided you could probably use a few minutes to yourself.”

Grant held out the gift. “This is for you.”

“What’s the special occasion?”

“We don’t need one to give you a gift.” Cade stepped in, not close enough to touch, but enough that she felt the warmth radiating off his solid body.

“Special occasions mean you’ll be expecting gifts,” Grant added. “When we give them out of the blue, they’ll mean more to you.”

Justice couldn’t argue with that. She balanced the box against her belly, resting it steadily on one arm as she untied the bow, then lifted the lid. Her fingers grazed over siren-red silk. She glanced up at Cade as she let the lid fall to the floor.

“I’m surprised at you, Mr. Mason,” she teased, gently pulling the dress from the box. “Does this mean you’ve decided it’s finally time to let me put clothes on or am I meant to save this for another night?”

“I want you to put it on now. We’re going out for a while. You’ll need something to wear.”

“Where are we going?”

“The club is getting together tonight. We want you to wear that. Put it on. Let’s see how it looks?”

Apprehension joined the anticipation that had been fluttering in her belly mere moments before as she stared at him. “You’re taking me to a club meeting?”

“You’re curious about the club. Taking you with us will be the easiest way to answer any lingering questions you still have.”

Grant unfolded the dress from the box and held it up in front of her. “Try it on. We want to see how it looks on you.”

She gathered the back of the skirt in hands that trembled, letting Grant help her as she pulled the garment over her head. It fell down her body in a whisper of silk, the cool material a sizzling contrast to her suddenly heated flesh. Thin straps held the bodice in place, the narrow V-neck plunging so low it stole the option of wearing a bra beneath. The skirt stretched to her ankles with thigh-high slits on either side that left little to the imagination.

“Sexy.” Cade’s tone sounded husky and approving as he circled her, stopping when he moved in front of her once more. “It looks amazing on you. I knew it would.”

She glanced down, noting the way her barely covered breasts quivered with each breath she took. “Do all the women dresses like this at your meetings?”

“Sometimes,” Grant answered. “It all depends on what their men want them to wear.”

“Do you like it?” Cade asked.

“It’s beautiful. Very revealing,” she added quickly, “but gorgeous.”

Cade lifted a hand to her face, skimming the backs of his fingers along her jawline. “There’s no reason to hide anything tonight. You’ll understand that when we get there.”

* * * *

Justice loved being outside at night. The tranquility and peacefulness of the silence, of moving around guided only by the twinkles of starlight and the silvery ray of the moon were things she had never been able to fully enjoy in the city. She had found her place in Horn Hill, discovered that serenity while still getting that tiny taste of the faster-paced life in town.

Her heels sank into soft earth as she walked between Cade and Grant to a path that led through a patch of dense trees. They were on Circle M property, land that belonged to Mustang Ducote. She knew the area though she had never done more than driven by it in the past. Cade had parked the truck at the end of a short line of vehicles. Some of them she had recognized, others she hadn’t. It had amused her to see a squad car among the line and knew it had to belong to Justin Bryan and Ben Hoffman, which meant Marissa Schultz would be here, too.

At least you know you won’t be the only woman here tonight.

That helped to calm her frazzled nerves, but only marginally. She fully expected Mustang Ducote to be here with her men, Diek, Lucky, and Gunner Rylon, too. It was their land, after all. Then again, seeing Mustang right now knowing all the while she would be prosecuting the woman’s attempted killer and lifelong friend in a few scant weeks shot the little bit of calm she had managed to find all to hell.

“Relax.” Grant slid a hand into hers, lacing their fingers together as they walked. “We’re not marching you in front of a firing squad, baby.”

Aren’t you?
Wouldn’t she be stared at by the other members of the club, put on trial to determine her worthiness to be among them?

“No one here tonight is any different than you, darlin’.” Unable to walk on her other side down the narrow path, Cade kept a steady pace behind her and rested a hand on her hip. “They’re friends.”

“They have successful careers,” Grant added. “They understand unconventional desires, and those who have found their soul mate share them willingly together.”

Share them as you and Cade share me or share them with the club?

Not certain she wanted to know the answer, Justice left the question unasked. She licked her lips and forced herself to steady her breathing. “I’m just nervous. You know, courtroom jitters and all.”

“The club isn’t a courtroom, darlin’,” Cade said on a half chuckle. “No one is going to pass judgment on you. It’s just a friendly party.”

A friendly party.
If she could think of it that way, she might manage to make it through the night without losing the little dinner she had eaten before they left Cade and Grant’s house.

The path ended, the trees opening up to reveal a clearing set up cozily with lounge chairs surrounding a small bonfire. Despite the warmth of the night, she found the bonfire inviting given the bone-deep chill she couldn’t seem to shake surging through her veins.

Her keen observation skills had her taking everyone in with a glance. As she had suspected, she saw the Rylon brothers sitting closely with Mustang and saw Justin and Ben on either side of Marissa. She recognized Austin Roscoe, Tyler Moses, Cassidy Blaine, and several other men she hadn’t known were affiliated with the Service Club. Women, too, she noted as her gaze landed on Cassidy’s sister, Silvia. She never expected to see so many people she knew, so many she certainly wouldn’t have pegged to live the lifestyle the club stood for.

Justice expertly hid her surprise as Silvia shot her a bright, toothy smile and waved a hand in hello.

“I absolutely love that dress. You have to tell me where you found it.”

“Talk to Cade and Grant. They bought it for me.”

“Of course. Duh.” Silvia slapped her forehead. “How stupid of me. See, that’s what I get for being single. I don’t have a couple of supersexy men to buy me übersexy dresses like that.”

“We can fix that for you, Sil,” Austin Roscoe said. “All you gotta do is plant that übersexy ass of yours right here.” He patted his lap, showing her exactly where he wanted her.

Silvia made a raspberry sound with her lips. “If I came to you dressed in something like that, you would have me rolling around in pig mud within an hour.”

“Hey, that dress is washable, ain’t it?” Tyler asked, pinning his attention on Justice.

Instantly forgetting her unease in the midst of the playfully flirting conversation, Justice glanced down and shrugged. “I didn’t take the time to read the care instructions, but considering it’s silk, I would guess it’s dry-clean only. At the very least, hand wash and line dry.”

“That’s still cleanable,” Austin decided. “So, what do you say, Sil?”

Silvia looked at him, her expression half teasing and half utterly serious. “I say I’ll continue to buy my own clothes, thank you.”

“Did you catch the game last night?” Tyler asked no one in particular and all the women except Justice groaned.

Inwardly, her heart took a dive straight to her stomach.
The bet. Oh, dear God.

“Now they’re going to be talking about football half the night.”