Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (17 page)

Justice blinked at the female voice that came from her left. She hadn’t noticed that Mustang had moved to stand beside her.

“Do you want something to drink. Beer? Wine? Soda? Water?” Mustang smiled sweetly. “I’ve kind of become the host of these little meetings lately.”

“We’ll take a beer, Mustang,” Cade told her, stepping in to press his front against Justice’s back.

Justice breathed deep, comforted by the feel of his solid body pressing to hers. Grant continued to hold her hand, lightly drawing circles on her palm with the tip of his thumb.

Mustang planted fisted hands on her hips. “You can get your own beer, Cade Mason. I only take orders from my men.”

The group laughed and Justice angled her head to look back at him. “I guess she told you.”

He grinned down at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I guess she did.” He patted her hip and stepped back. “Hang here. Looks like I’ll be getting Grant and me a beer.”

“Looks like.” She giggled as he moved away. “I’ll have wine, but I can get it myself if you tell me where it is.”

“Nope. You can sit right over there.” Mustang pointed at three empty lounge chairs. “Unless Cade and Grant want you somewhere else. I’ll get your wine.”

“Mustang.” Reflexively, Justice reached for the other woman, closing her fingers around Mustang’s wrist. “Thanks.”

Mustang drew her brows together. “For what?” Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Never mind. I know. What? Did you think I was going to deck you or something?”

“Or something.”

“Club lesson number one. When you step through those trees, you leave the career behind.” She puffed a breath up her face. “I know you’re prosecuting Thomas. I know you’re going to do whatever you have to do to win. If I had my way, it would be to see him in a mental institution rather than a jail cell.” She sighed and her expression turned somber. “What Thomas did was wrong. Everything he did was wrong. None of us realized the struggles going on inside him, how badly the details of his mother’s death had affected him. We thought he was too young to remember. He lived here on this ranch most of his life and conducted himself like any cowboy would. He didn’t always fit in. There was something different about him that I never quite could put my finger on.” She shrugged. “I stupidly dismissed it as an intense need to be part of a family he didn’t have, to be the protective brother to a sister he never had. I just never dreamed he would go so far, that such a dark turmoil was really going on inside him that would cause him to lash out the way he did.”

Justice understood all about dark turmoil eating away inside a person. Sure, the chaos that had been waging a war inside her for so very long didn’t hold a candle to the demons that had been ruling Tomas Waverly, the evil that had pushed him over the edge. Still, it didn’t take much to understand how such an event like his mother’s death could have stayed with him, slowly burning away his sanity until he snapped the way he had done.

“He definitely accomplished one thing in his life.” Justice tenderly touched Mustang’s arm. “He got that family he wanted. He got that sister he longed for in you.”

“I just want what is best for Thomas.” Mustang glanced away, blinked, and, when she looked back at Justice again, her lips spread in a wide grin. “Now, back to the rules. Club lesson number two. Us women don’t always get our way around here, but it’s damn sure fun to lose, too.” With that, she waggled her brows and walked away.

Justice laughed as Grant tugged her hand and led her to the lounge chairs.

“Where’s Gavin, Georgia, and Randy tonight?” Grant asked, hooking an arm around Justice’s waist as he pulled her to sit between his legs in one of the chairs.

“Georgia isn’t feeling well,” Marissa answered. “Apparently her morning sickness doesn’t stop in the a.m.”

“God, I hope that doesn’t happen to me when I get pregnant,” Mustang commented, handing Justice a glass of red wine. “I can just see myself riding Raven across the ranch, leaning over to puke my guts up every half hour or so.”

“It’ll serve you right for not staying at the house and letting Diek, Lucky, and Gunner take care of the ranch.” Cade winked at Justice as he took the lounge chair next to the one where she sat with Grant.

“I might be their woman, but this is my ranch.”

“And she never lets us forget it,” Diek put in from his place across the bonfire and between his two brothers.

“I believe you made that clear enough to me when you and your brothers kept chasing after me.”

Gunner scoffed and punched Diek playfully on the shoulder. “Yeah, dumbass, you make it too clear.”

Justice smiled at the byplay and settled more comfortably between Grant’s legs, leaning back to rest against his chest. They had been right. It was just a friendly party. Time sped by as she watched, listened, and sometimes joined in on the conversations that bounced around the group. They weren’t just a bunch of men and women who shared the same tastes for the more adventurous sides of sex. They were friends, a sort of family, and they had accepted her without question because two of their pals were in love with her.

Grant leaned down to nuzzle his face in the side of her neck. “Are you having fun?”

“I am,” she admitted, her attention bouncing around the group as conversations continued to shift from one subject to the next.

Cade leaned over and trailed one fingertip down the V of her dress, grazing the outer edge of one breast. “It’s about time you relaxed, darlin’.”

As his finger slid up the side of her other breast, her gaze darted around the bonfire. How could she not have noticed before the way the men had started touching their women, the way the single men and Silvia watched with absolutely riveted expressions even as they continued to talk?

“Do you want another glass of wine?” Cade asked, his finger slipping beneath one side of the V to glide over her nipple.

The sensation sent a trail of fire straight to her pussy. “No, I’ve had enough for now.”

“Let me know if you change your mind. I’m going to get another beer.” He tweaked her nipple, causing her to suck in a quick breath before he pulled his hand free of her dress. Wicked intentions darkened his eyes as he got to his feet and made his way to the ice chest.

Grant skimmed a hand over her thigh, parting the slit of the dress as his hand traveled up. “We told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about tonight.”

She had started to believe so, but now she was no longer sure. Her heart hammered against her breastbone as dark desires slickened her pussy lips and beaded her nipples. Around the bonfire, couples had started groping, kissing, and speaking to one another in soft whispers while others watched.

“I can feel you getting nervous again, though.” Grant’s hand slid further up her thigh. His fingers reached her pussy lips and he dragged the tips over the sensitized flesh. “Why?”

“I—” Justice gulped and closed her eyes. “I didn’t expect this.”

“Yes you did.” He pushed a finger between her lips, glided it over her clit, and her hips bucked as teasing desires sizzled through her system. “Didn’t you?”

“Yes. No.” Confusion collided with arousal, clouding her mind and jumbling her thoughts. He made it worse when he pushed a finger into her opening, curling it to stroke the inner walls of her pussy. “I don’t know.”

She bowed her head as she struggled to make sense of the emotions and sensations wreaking havoc on her mind and body. They were out in the open, surrounded by men and women who could see them, see her. Cade had denied her the option to wear panties beneath the dress. Grant had pushed the skirt open enough that she felt the heat from the bonfire drifting over her already flaming pussy. Nothing covered that part of her except Grant’s questing hand.

“Remember when you asked about club vows?”

Justice swallowed and nodded, but she didn’t lift her head, didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t want to know if anyone was watching them. The idea that any member of the club probably was looking sent an evil thrill down her spine even as her face heated with embarrassment.

“There is one I know you will understand. I solemnly swear that I and my partner will put our hands on Justice McCall at every opportunity and that we will faithfully discharge our duties as her lovers to the best of our abilities and skills.” He stroked her pussy as he spoke, thrusting his finger in and out of her channel, and adding a second as he pushed deeper inside her, reaching her G-spot.

Somehow, she managed to find the ability to speak around the thickness clogging her throat. “Nice play on the attorney oath. Oh, God, Grant.” She moaned, lifted her head, and let it fall back at an angle. She gasped when she felt the hard chest catch her head, but instinctively knew it was Cade.

“It’s time, darlin’.”

Her eyes flew open, finding the blindfold he had used the night before stretching in front of her face. “Cade?” Her voice trembled as fear crashed with excitement and her pulse began to pound in her ears, drowning out all sound except Cade’s syrupy baritone.

“Tonight is another night to feel,” Cade told her as he tied the blindfold over her eyes.

Grant pulled his fingers free of her pussy, smearing her juices over her thigh as he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?” He moved from behind her, settling her back to lie down as Cade lowered the back of the lounge chair.

Justice shook her head, denial and desire forming a key inside her that let her devious demon free. “No,” she panted, half in answer to his question and half in an attempt to snag the string on her stalwart control. She nearly whimpered when she realized that string was no longer there to grab on to. Everything she had kept bottled inside for so very long was escaping, sending fiery needs racing through her, dark, unspeakable cravings that she knew would ruin everything.

Hands, she guessed them to be Cade’s, guided her arms to rest on the chair, binding first one wrist and then the other to the plastic. More hands, Grant’s hands, closed around her ankles, spread her legs on either side of the chair, and bound them to the metal legs.

“Are you scared?” The heat of Cade’s breath fanned her ear as he nipped her lobe, then licked away the slight sting.

Justice squeezed her eyes closed behind the blindfold, feeling her lids start to burn as honesty spilled from her lips. “Only of losing you and Grant.”

“Darlin’, you’ll never lose us. We blindfolded you because we want you concentrating on the hands roaming your body, wondering who is touching you, how many men there are, what they will do next, and all the while you’re going to know Grant and I are watching.”

“Oh, God.” Evil longings zinged beneath her flesh, ricocheting from her breasts to her pussy to her ass and back again.

“Tell us you don’t want this and it stops now.” Grant’s voice came from her other side as equally hot and husky as Cade’s. “Nothing close to this will ever happen again.”

“I’m scared to,” she admitted. How could
they
want this? How could they want to watch as other men put their hands on her?

“Scared to tell us to stop it or to tell us it’s what you want?” Cade asked.

Justice took a steadying breath and dared to go for the truth. “Scared to tell you it’s what I want.”

She felt Cade’s lips spread into a smile as he brushed them over her cheek. “We love you, darlin’. You don’t ever have to be afraid of telling us anything. It’s our duty as your lovers to make sure any desire you ever have is fulfilled.”

“Will it help to know we’ve all done something similar?”

Justice startled at the female voice that spoke quietly in her ear. She hadn’t felt Cade move, hadn’t sensed someone else slip into his place, but she recognized Mustang’s voice and a new uncertainty chilled her blood. She hadn’t considered Cade and Grant might allow the women to touch her, too. She had never been attracted to women, never thought about doing anything with one sexually.

Mustang laughed softly. “Sorry, I guess hearing me instead of one of your men gave you quite a jolt there. Don’t worry. I’m not touching. The women in the club don’t get off on that. It’s a bummer for the men because, hey, what man doesn’t want to see some girl-on-girl action?” She sighed dramatically. “But we deny them that and they take it like the big boys they are.”

“You’ve done this?” Justice couldn’t keep the skepticism from her tone. Everything she knew about Mustang Ducote screamed control to the point that she had actually been baffled to discover the woman had fallen for the highly dominant Rylon brothers.

“Not this exactly, but I had a little fun with Justin and Ben over there. Under the command of my men, of course. They all loved it and so did Marissa when she found out. I didn’t get all the deets, but I know Justin and Ben took out the sexual frustrations I left them with on Marissa in some very inventive and delicious ways.”

Justice found herself smiling at that.

“What I’m telling you is there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoy the hell out of it. While we’ve all done something like this, we don’t get to do it often.”

“Tell me about it,” a male voice said from near Justice’s feet.

Her heart skipped a beat as it instantly registered that the voice didn’t belong to Cade or Grant. She thought it sounded like Diek Rylon, but she wasn’t entirely sure. She felt the hands she deduced belonged to the owner of the voice flatten above her right knee, felt it glide up slowly, inching its way to her pussy.