Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

It still might be.

She didn’t have a clue what they had planned. Hadn’t Cade assured her she would love every second? Yes, and he had also told her it might not be easy for her, that it would probe at her comfort zone, and push against her fear barriers. The mere idea of what they had in mind was already sending her trepidation on a speeding collision with anticipation.

“You sure are thinking hard for it to be so early in the morning,” Grant said in a low grumble that snapped her from the trance she hadn’t realized she had fallen into.

She lifted her head, casting a peek over him at the bedside clock. “It’s after ten. I would hardly call that early in the morning, counselor.” They hadn’t fallen asleep until nearly six.

He shifted, stretching his leg further over hers as he reached to bury his fingers in the side of her hair next to her temple. “What’s got that sharp, beautiful mind of yours spinning this morning?”

“Well, when one of you is going to decide to release me from my restraints for starters.” She raised her arms as far as the straps would allow, lifting her eyes to look at them pointedly.

Grant’s gaze slid from her bound wrists on a leisurely glide down her body that awakened a sizzling desire in her system. They had fallen asleep without covers, but she had stayed warm enough sandwiched between their hard, warm bodies.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his lips. “But I like you this way.”

Justice laughed. “Yeah, I bet you do. I know we get off on some really kinky stuff, but gold showers is where I would be forced to draw a line.”

He sighed dramatically. “Women, no matter how submissive they are, they still manage to hold the upper hand.”

Justice waggled her brows. “You bet it, buddy, and don’t you forget it.”

“Are you sore?” The mattress shifted as, next to her, Cade lifted his head, using the arm he had draped over her to touch her. He danced his fingertips down between her breasts to her abdomen, stopping only when his hand came in contact with Grant’s leg.

“Mmm, not enough for your touch to make me balk at the idea of going for another round.”

His lips tilted in a pleased grin. “I like hearing that.”

“However, my arms are tingling like mad, I have to pee, and I’m
starving
.” As if to prove her point, her stomach picked that moment to growl loudly.

Cade chuckled and pushed himself to rest on one elbow while he used his free arm to release the leather cuff on her left wrist. “I suppose we should apologize about this. We didn’t intend to keep you tied up all night.” His fingers curled around her wrist as the cuff fell away and he started massaging her arm in slow, lightly pressured squeezes. “We might do it intentionally someday.” He glanced at her, his eyes gleaming with the promise of his words. “But that wasn’t what we planned last night.”

“I forgive you,” she said as Grant freed her right wrist and massaged it in the same fashion as Cade did with her other arm.

“I guess that means we have to cook you breakfast to make up for it, huh?” Grant asked, and pushed a hand beneath her neck. “Sit up and I’ll rub your shoulders.”

Cade sat up with her, bending to free her ankles while Grant worked the tightness out of her shoulder muscles. It felt so good she moaned, bowing her head as his fingers kneaded the back of her neck.

“Do you have stuff to cook for breakfast?”

Cade stretched out beside her again, dipping his head to look at her. “We’ve got a kitchen full of it. What would you like?”

Justice pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I’m not sure, but if you guys will let me out of bed, I’ll do the cooking.”

The bed jostled so hard she nearly bounced off of it as both men shot to their feet.

Justice lifted her head, glancing first at Cade and then at Grant before falling back onto the mattress in a fit of laughter.

Grant planted a fisted hand on his naked hip and glared down at her, amusement playing on his face. “Hey, you got us up. You said you would cook.”

Justice pushed herself up, holding her side, now aching from laughing so hard as she slid off the bed. She walked to the door, not bothering to look for anything to cover herself when she knew they wouldn’t allow it anyway, and stopped to glance back at them over her shoulder. Neither marvelously naked man had moved from where they stood on opposite sides of the bed. She realized then that she had yet to get a chance to fully appreciate either of their gorgeous bodies. She started to when Cade thrust a playful finger toward the door.

“The kitchen is that way, darlin’.”

“You two can be such guys sometimes.”

They looked down at their semierect cocks at the same time.

“We’ve got the junk,” Cade said.

“That must mean we’re guys,” Grant added with a toothy grin.

“Damn, I sure hope so or I’m really in trouble.” Shaking her head, she walked out of the room, vowing to herself that she would take her dear sweet time studying every inch of their muscle-bound flesh after breakfast.

* * * *

“Whatever this is smells like Heaven,” Grant said as Justice placed a casserole dish of food in the center of the round breakfast table. He forced himself to be a gentleman and waited until she sat in the chair between him and Cade before he reached for the spatula.

“They’re crepes,” she told him as he slid several of them on her plate before serving himself half of what remained in the dish.

“Definitely more extravagant than what we would have cooked,” Cade commented, taking what was left for himself.

Grant closed his lips around a mouthful and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of the crepe stuffed with sausage, onions, mushrooms, and cheese before looking at her. “It’s delicious.”

She beamed at him. “Thank you. It’s nice to have someone to cook for. Being single, I tend to eat out a lot or settle for something simple at home.”

“You aren’t single anymore,” Cade told her around a mouthful of food.

She paused in the act of slicing off another bite with the side of her fork and glanced at both of them. A slow smile unfolded on her lips and her eyes gleamed with happiness. “No, it appears I’m not.”

“Where did you learn to cook?” Grant laid his fork on his plate, picked up his cup of coffee, and sipped as he watched her. The changes in her over the last few days amazed him. She had run from the intimacy so hard, fought a raging battle against her desires and fears that had kept her just out of their reach. They could have claimed her long before they did, attempted to force her to come to terms with the inevitable, but they hadn’t wanted it that way. They had wanted to win, but not at the cost of shattering the woman that had stolen their hearts.

She shrugged. “In college. The cafeteria food wasn’t the best and a girl can only eat so much pizza before she feels like she’s turning into one. I shared a small apartment off campus with several other students who liked to cook and we experimented with different recipes.” She giggled. “Some nights we screwed them up so bad we ended up calling out for pizza anyway, but most of the time we pulled off something edible, sometimes even fantastic.”

“Like this?” Cade asked, tapping his fork on his now-empty plate.

She nodded. “I learned to make these my graduate year. I had been dating this guy for a while, and he took me to meet his mother over brunch. She made these. One bite and I was begging for the recipe.”

“Just one?”

Grant slid a look in Cade’s direction, catching the curiosity in his tone and exactly where it led before Justice did.

“It only took one bite to have the two of you drooling, didn’t it?”

“I meant, just one guy?”

She stilled in mid-chew, smiled slightly, and began chewing again. “Yes, just one. I’ve never been with more than one man at a time until now.” She propped an elbow on the table, her attention dancing back and forth between them. “The two of you, on the other hand, work too well together in the bedroom, or hell, out of the bedroom for that matter, for this to be your first time.”

“The first time with a woman we love.”

Good answer.
Grant hid a smile behind the rim of his coffee mug. “So what do you think of the ranch?”

She laughed softly at his brisk change of subject, but rolled with it. “It’s nice. Clearly obvious it’s occupied by two men, but it has potential.”

“Hey, we keep it clean,” Cade said. “We know where the dirty hampers are, the sink is rarely overflowing with dirty dishes, and we even put the toilet seats down when we’re done just in case we have company.”

Her soft laughter got louder. “I didn’t mean it’s filthy. I meant the whole color scheme, the furniture, the walls.”

Grant sat up straighter. They had spent a lot of money on the furniture they had bought to fill the rooms. “What’s wrong with the furniture? And there isn’t a hole in a wall in this house that shouldn’t be there.”

She covered her forehead with her hand and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in an obvious and rather comical attempt at patience. “Have you guys not heard of color? Everything is white, brown, or black.”

“Those are colors,” Cade grumbled and sipped his coffee. “And the covers on all the beds are navy blue. There’s another color for you.”

“The walls don’t have any holes in them because they’re empty. I haven’t seen a single thing hanging anywhere.” Cade lifted a brow and she waved a dismissive hand. “The floggers and all those other goodies in your toy room don’t count. I’m talking pictures, paintings, even your licenses to practice law would be better than nothing.”

“Those are hanging in our offices,” Grant said. “Isn’t that where you keep yours?”

Justice groaned. “Yes, and you’re completely missing the point. The furniture is all black leather and wooden tables. Pricey stuff from the looks of it. I’ll give you that. Nice stuff, too, but a pretty wall behind it with a few paintings and some family pictures or something would make it gorgeous.”

Cade frowned. “Did you get your minor in interior decorating or something?”

“No, but I’m a female. The vast majority of us are born knowing how to decorate.”

“Okay, so if you lived here, what would you do to it?” Grant caught Cade glance at him out of the corner of his eye and saw the other man bite back a grin. Yeah, they fully intended for her to live here, and if they had their way, it wouldn’t be more than a few weeks, maybe less, before she started moving in. He and Cade hadn’t discussed what sort of sacrifices they would have to make when that happened. Quite frankly, it hadn’t occurred to either of them.

Grant was definitely wondering about it now, though. From the expression on his buddy’s face mingling with the knowledge of exactly where this conversation was heading, he deduced Cade was wondering it, too.

“I’d make a trip to the hardware store, for starters. A handful of paint cards with a variety of choices is a must.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth thoughtfully. “Silvia Blaine’s art gallery is the perfect place to find beautiful work to hang on the walls after they’re painted.”

“And the furniture?” Cade asked.

Justice stood, stacked their empty plates inside the casserole dish, and carried them to the sink. “That would stay. I told you, it’s good stuff. It just needs more color around it so it doesn’t blend in with the drab scheme.” She twisted on the faucet, let the water run over the dishes for a minute, then switched it off again and turned to look at them. “I cooked. You guys get to clean.”

Grant chuckled, his appetite sparking anew as his gaze roamed her deliciously spectacular naked body. “And what are you going to do?”

“Walk around and see what else I would do to this place.”

Grant’s gaze fell on her sultry bare ass as she walked out of the kitchen.

“Why do I get the feeling we’re suddenly in trouble?” Cade asked after a moment.

Grant glanced at him as he stood and moved to the sink. “Because we probably are.”

“She’s serious. If we let her have her way, she’ll have every wall in the house painted a different color with who knows what kind art hanging on them.”

Grant rinsed the dishes and placed each one in the dishwasher. “Yeah, she probably will. Do we really care, though?”

Behind him, Cade barked a laugh. “Hell, no. She can paint polka dots on the walls and circles on the ceilings for all I care as long as she stays right where she belongs.”

“Which is here,” Grant added.

“You’re damn right it is,” Cade confirmed.

* * * *

Justice had lived in too many places to count growing up. She had come to the conclusion at a very young age that her parents loved to move. They had never ventured out of Tampa, Florida, but they never lived in the same house in the city for more than a year before they were packing everything up to move into the next one. If the experience had taught her anything, it was two things. The first was to pick a place to live you liked and settle down. She had done that shortly after moving to Horn Hill, discovering what she had deemed to be the perfect house and proceeding immediately to set up her perfect home.

She still thought it was perfect, though every year or so she got the urge to change things like painting different colors and reorganizing or even replacing the furniture. Which led to the second thing she had learned from her childhood. She knew how to decorate. Taking on the task of turning Cade and Grant’s ranch-style home from drab to spectacular would be fun. She could easily see herself spending a long day at the office only to feel exhilarated to come home and dive into her latest renovation.