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

high on that last bet. I know what you’re going for. Are you sure we should take it there this soon?”
    “What I’m sure of is we both love that woman. Neither of us will ever be the same if we let go of her now.” Cade sighed and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m also sure she’s still hiding. She will never be happy as long as she feels she has to keep certain desires locked away.”
    “If we’re right about that, she thinks those desires will send us walking.” She as much as told them that when Grant stood with her outside her house Wednesday night.
    You’ll walk anyway. And when you do, you won’t be back.
    “The only way I know to prove her wrong is to give her what she wants.”
    “And still be there when it’s over,” Grant added.
    Cade snagged his beer from the end table, tipped it back, and downed what remained in the can. “You got a better idea?”
    “Not a better idea, but an addition to yours.”
    Cade put the now-empty beer can back on the table. “I’m listening.”
    “She’s got to believe we love her. We’ve got to make that clear, unconditional, set in cement.”
    “She knows.” Cade turned back to him, but his gaze fell on the deserted hallway. “You told her.”
    “It’s not enough for a woman to know, Cade. She needs to hear it from both of us. She needs to feel it when we touch her, talk to her, when we’re simply around her.”
    “You’re saying we’ve got to go soft on her?” Cade shook his head. “You and I both now that’s not what she wants, what her body craves.”
    Grant sighed and bowed his head. How could he make his friend understand they could give her both at the same time? He understood what was happening in Cade’s head, the division of love and sex created there by years of being with the wrong women, of pleasuring those women despite not truly loving them.
    “The sex we have with Justice and the love we feel for her can’t fall on opposite sides of the fence.” He lifted his head. “I know it doesn’t for you. She’s different than any woman we’ve ever shared. You realized that a long time ago the same as I did. Now we have to make her realize it, too.” He heard the bathroom door open, the clack of her heels getting softer as she walked down the hall to Cade’s bedroom, but he didn’t move. He needed to finish what he had to say. “There will be a time when the two have to be divided for all of us to feed the hungers we get. But she’s got to feel the difference when it happens. Making love and fucking aren’t two separate things when you’re with the right woman. That’s what we’ve got to show her.”
    Cade studied him for a moment and Grant saw the understanding taking hold in the other man’s eyes. “Well, we can’t show her anything with her in there and us in here.”
    Grant followed Cade down the hall, stopping when Cade stopped in the doorway to the bedroom. He watched as a slow, pleased grin spread across Cade’s lips, and peered through the open doorway. Justice was already inside the room, slowly walking the perimeter of the far side where Cade kept all of their sex toys.
    Grant leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and hooked a thumb in the pocket of his jeans as he watched her. She dragged a delicate hand down a purple suede flogger hanging among an array of other whips on the wall. Letting the suede slide through her fingers, she moved on to a partially open drawer in a small chest of butt plugs, dildos, vibrators, and various clamps. He saw her peer into the drawer, angle her head as if studying one item in particular, then straighten and slowly turn.
    Her gaze lifted as she spotted them in the doorway, heat turning her flesh a spectacular shade of pink, excitement and anticipation dancing in her eyes.
    “You’ve changed things since you brought me here.”
    “I rearranged a bit,” Cade drawled, taking a step further into the room.
    “Added a few things, too.” She circled the Trinity Sex Swing hanging