Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF

Grant chimed in. “They were raised together. He probably thinks of her as a sister. The Rylon brothers have been attempting to stake their claim on her for years. Thomas Waverly knew that, knew the type of men they are, and their pursuit of Mustang slowly ate at him until he cracked.”
    “Her eyewitness account states that he kept saying over and over again that he wanted to save her,” Cade added.
    Justice pushed a hand through her hair, glancing back and forth from Cade to Grant until her head felt like a Ping-Pong ball. “What’s the excuse for Marissa, then? He has no connection to her, but he burned her children’s clothing shop to the ground a full month or more before any of that stuff went down with Mustang.”
    Cade threw his head back and pushed a hard breath from his lungs. “The Service Club. What it stands for, the lifestyles the members lead lit a slow burning fuse in Waverly that was bound to detonate. Justin and Ben are members. They were in the process of claiming Marissa when Waverly went after her shop.”
    “With a fire that trapped Gavin Scott,” Justice reminded them.
    “Who is also a member of the club,” Grant countered.
    As was Randy Pope and, if the rumors that had circulated around the town then had been correct, both men had been furthering their relationship with Georgia Cooper at the time of the fire.
    Justice slanted a look at Cade. “That club of yours has really been providing a service to the town the past few months, hasn’t it? It unleashed a madman on the women brave enough to go near you guys.”
    “Only because that madman, as you call him, doesn’t possess the mentality to understand that women can find pleasure, safe pleasure, in the BDSM lifestyle.”
    Cade dragged a fingertip down her nose. That gentle touch in such a simple spot sent shivers of desire racing down her spine. She wanted his finger to continue its descent down her body, wanted it to circle her nipples until they beaded to hardened points, wanted it to trail down her abdomen and belly until it found her clit pulsing and ready to be caressed.
    “You understand it, don’t you?” Cade’s voice dropped an octave, thickening and filling with wicked intent. “You want to experience what it’s like to have your hands bound above your head, your legs spread wide, and your breasts and pussy bare. You want to feel the sting as we bring a flogger down across your nipples, as we smack your pussy lips.”
    Justice froze. Oh, God, yes. She did understand it. She did want it. Her nipples beaded, pressing insistently against her blouse. Her pussy convulsed, juices pooling between her lips as she imagined herself bound and defenseless while he and Grant stood over her with floggers in their hands.
    As if taking a cue from Cade, Grant skimmed a hand up her leg, danced his fingers beneath her skirt, stopping the touch mere inches from her pussy. “You’re hot, Justice. I can feel it and I’m not even touching your pussy yet. Do you shave your lips, sweetheart? Is this pussy smooth for us?”
    Justice gulped. She wanted to scoot down in the seat, wanted to push her lower body into his touch so his fingers would connect right where she needed them. She wanted to ask him not to stop, to grab his wrist, and put his hand on her pussy herself. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could hardly think through the exotic fears and desires colliding in her system.
    “Answer us when we ask you a question, Justice.” The warning in Cade’s husky tone sent ripples of excited trepidation shivering through her. “You wouldn’t want me to have to punish you in this parking lot, would you?”
    Justice sucked in a breath. He wouldn’t dare. She darted a glance out the windshield, saw a handful of cars parked outside the restaurant, but no people. Still, what if he tried to punish her here? What if someone walked out and saw them?
    “Let’s try this again.” Cade traced the neckline of her blouse with the tip of his