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

him as much, if not more, than it would her.
    She tipped her head back, gazing up at him through eyes full of apprehension and acute desire. Though she felt relaxed enough in his embrace, he sensed her fighting hard to maintain that composure, to not allow him to see or feel the tremors moving through her.
    “Scared?”
    She swallowed, licked her lips, and angled her head. “Of you walking me to my door? Of course not. It’s the proper thing for a gentleman to do after he takes a woman on a date.”
    “I’m not stopping outside that door, and there’s nothing proper about what I plan to do to you once I step through it.”
    She nodded, an almost imperceptible movement of her head. “You guys are really done, aren’t you?”
    “With waiting to claim what belongs to us? We’ve told you more than once tonight that we are.” She seemed to be accepting it, too, far easier than he had expected.
    “You’ve taken the choice out of my hands.”
    “I’ll give it back to you right now if you want it. Say the words, Justice. Tell us to go and we’ll walk.”
    “And you won’t be back.”
    “No, we won’t be back.” The thought of never holding her again, of going on with his life without her in it tore at his heart. Could he do it? Could Cade? He glanced at Cade, saw the other man round the front of the truck and stop at the front passenger side fender. It had been a long time since he and Cade had gone to blows over anything, but his friend would kick his ass tonight for giving her any choice at all if she took him up on it.
    Then again, Cade wouldn’t get the chance because he would be kicking his own ass two ways from Sunday for the rest of his life.
    “You’ll walk anyway.” Her whispered statement drew Grant’s attention back, the sheer conviction behind her words rendering him momentarily speechless. “And when you do you won’t be back.”
    She eased back, flattening her hands on his chest as she gently pulled herself from his embrace. Grant let her go, half wanting to stop her, wanting to demand to know why she felt that way while the other half of him believed he already knew.
    He watched her take her handbag from Cade. She dug inside, pulled out her keys, and walked to the front door. Exchanging a wordless glance with Cade, he followed her, determined now more than ever to prove to her she was wrong.
    She flicked on the foyer light and stepped inside, leaving the door open. Cade motioned him through first with a flick of his head and Grant took the lead. This moment belonged to him. He and Cade hadn’t needed to discuss it for that to be clear between them. The punishment she was due fell to him to administer.
    Cade shut the door behind them and Justice turned, her head bowed and gaze on the floor. She had tossed her purse and keys on the small foyer table upon entering the house and stood with her fists balled at her sides.
    “The subservient stance is nice, but it’s not what I want right now.” Grant closed the distance between them, stopping close enough to touch her, close enough to feel the heat and nervousness radiating out of her. “Look at me, baby.”
    She lifted her head, her gaze immediately locking with his.
    Grant skimmed the backs of his fingers down the side of her face and her eyes drifted closed. “Keep your eyes open. Every time I look at you I want to see you looking back me or at Cade. Do you understand?”
    She nodded slowly as she opened her eyes. “I understand.”
    Her surrender should have had him wanting to dance circles around her. It was what he had been waiting for, what he had wanted for so very long. Yet, it still wasn’t complete. The statement she had made outside before leaving him standing at the truck told him she might be surrendering her body, but turmoil still ruled her mind and her heart.
    “You didn’t say the words.” He let his hand fall from her face to her shoulder and tenderly down her arm. “Now you have to believe we will always come