Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos Page A

Bucs scored even as the naughty demon inside her hoped the Titans did it first. The Bucs didn’t have to get a touchdown for her to win. A three-point field goal would do it. Hell, she would even win if they pulled off a safety. She held her breath each time either team came close to scoring, anxiety wreaking havoc in her system.
    “Are you okay over there, darlin’?”
    “I’m fine.” She didn’t look at Cade, couldn’t tear her gaze from the television as the clock ticked away the minutes in the fourth quarter. It crossed her mind that if neither team scored again, the Bucs would win the game and the bet would be moot. Half hoping that would be the turnout and half hoping it wouldn’t, she found herself silently chanting, Come on, Bucs. Come on, Bucs. Please. Please.
    In the dark recesses of her soul, her demon paced its cage, muttering a chant of its own, rooting for the Titans to tie the score.
    “Your five minutes ended a long time ago,” Grant said. “You can come sit down now, sweetheart.”
    “No, th—” She cut the word off cold as the Titans’ backup threw the ball down the field. She saw it happen in slow motion. The ball sailed a full seventy-six yards toward the Titans’ wide receiver. Without a single Bucs defender in proximity, the Titan caught the ball and tied the score with an easy touchdown.
    Heart pounding with the knowledge that one mistake on the Bucs’ behalf had just put a nail in her coffin of doom, she bowed her head, groaning as she covered her face with her hands. She felt the heat of a body move in behind her, felt a pair of large hands glide over her bare shoulders.
    “What? No phooey this time?” Cade drawled against the side of her neck.
    She lifted her head, dropping her hands in defeat, her gaze landing on Grant as he walked to stand in front of her. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She turned her head to look at Cade, who smartly wasn’t grinning at her. “Phooey is far too sweet a word right now.”
    “Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll enjoy every second of what we have in mind.”
    Cade’s utter confidence in his words showed in his eyes, but it didn’t do a thing to alleviate the fear chilling her blood. “What do I have to do to pay up?”
    Grant stepped closer to her front, his hands lightly coming to rest on her hips. “When you hear one of us tell you it’s time, you’ll know.”
    “You’re going to keep me worrying about it, aren’t you, wondering what you plan to do and when you’ll do it?”
    “For a while, yes.” Cade’s hands glided up and down her arms, warming the chill in her blood, offering a comfort she tried desperately to absorb. “We want to let the anticipation build. It will be more exciting for you that way.”
    “For now, why don’t we forget about what’s left of this game and enjoy the rest of the night,” Grant suggested, leaning in to graze his lips over her cheek.
    Justice gulped as tingles from where his lips touched rained through her, sparking acute arousal in her breasts and pussy. She nodded slowly. “Okay. I need to use the bathroom first, though.”
    “It’s the first door on the right down the hall,” Cade told her as he stepped back, taking the heat of his touch with him. “Do you remember which door leads to my bedroom?”
    She turned, her belly fluttering at the memory of the only time she had walked down that hall to his room, of the things she had seen in there. “Yes.”
    “Meet us in there.”
     
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    Grant waited until he could no longer see Justice’s tantalizing ass walking away before he turned to Cade. The other man was practically drooling after watching her sultry curves move down the hall in nothing but a pair of heels.
    “That look really does it for you, huh?”
    Cade slid him a questioning glance. “And it doesn’t for you?”
    “Oh, yeah. She’s amazing, inside and out.” Grant scratched the side of his nose, choosing his next words carefully. “You, uh, upped the stakes pretty