Cade's Dare (Crime Tells)

by Jory Strong

  Her lips were parted, eyes begging his mouth to return to hers. Her legs tightened around him, holding him against her as if she feared greater separation.

  “What do you want, Grace?”

  He needed to hear it and it didn’t have anything to do with her just coming for Cade.

  “You,” she said, and even that admission wasn’t enough.

  “Put me inside you.”

  Her legs unlocked from around his waist. He lifted away just far enough for her to reach between their bodies.

  Her hand encircled his dick.

  A moan rushed out. His ass flexed and he thrust before he could stop himself.

  Instead of guiding him home, she stroked his shaft, rubbed her thumb over the wet head.

  His hips jerked. His breath escaped in a pant, her name coming out barely recognizable from a growl.

  “Now who’s going to make her impossible to live with?” Cade said.

  He spared his brother a glance. Cade was fisting his cock. No surprise there, but catching Grace looking—

  Primal impulse punched through the wall of solidarity that had always defined his relationship with Cade. They might be sharing her, but this time she’d know she was with him.

  His mouth swooped, lips landing on her neck, delivering a stinging bite.

  Her grip on his dick tightened, mimicking the tight squeeze of being inside her, turning punishment into exquisite pleasure.

  “Do it,” he growled, and with the touch of his cock head to her opening, fought the urge to drive through her fist.

  He pushed inside her slowly, eyes holding hers. He didn’t need to hear his name. But he did need to see that she was completely with him, completely aware of just who was taking her—this time.

  “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, eyes dilating.

  “Fair warning. There’s going to be a lot of that from now on.”

  He got all the way in, held still for a second, just to prove that he could.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to, Grace. If you do, it’s going to earn you a spanking.”

  Her pussy clamped fast and hard on his dick, and he nearly came. He wasn’t going to last long. Not after watching her with Cade.

  He lowered his mouth, reclaimed hers. Began thrusting, his balls already pulled up tight.

  Her legs locked around his waist. Her nails scraped across his back.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  There was no control. No finesse. There was only pure sensation. The exquisite feel of being with Grace, on Grace, in Grace, of swallowing her moans and whimpers and knowing they were because of him.

  Streaks of warning heat burned along his spine. He tore his mouth from hers. “Now, Grace. Fucking come for me now.”

  The savagery of her obedience nearly blew the top of his head off with the orgasm it triggered. His come jetted out in an eruption that left his ears ringing and his muscles drained of strength.

  He’d have collapsed and remained covering Grace, but Cade would just drag him off her.

  He dropped onto his side. Cuddled close, eyes closing.

  She pressed her ass against his groin, her back against his chest. A smile formed on his lips, in his heart.

  This is going to be okay. This is Grace.

  Just once wasn’t going cut it. Just a thousand times wouldn’t either.

  This was Grace and he loved her.

  Grace’s face heated at seeing the semen on Cade’s chest and stomach.

  “Better get used to sights like this one,” Cade said, cupping her breast, lazily stoking the nipple. His mouth brushing kisses against hers.

  She murmured appreciatively. He said, “It took you a long time to get home. Did you talk to Bulldog?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re done?”

  Some of the contentment and satisfaction fled. Cade had kept his voice light and his expression clear of a heavier meaning, but the spasm in her heart—and Mace’s tensing against her—brought the ache back, that they wanted her to be completely done, not just done investigating this case.

  She knew they needed to get it out in the open, but—

  Not now. There was no crime in putting the unpleasant off, especially when they were lying in bed, all three of them sweaty and sticky and relaxed—make that semi-relaxed thanks to the topic—from mind-blowing sex.

  She huffed out a breath, hoping to dissipate the tension and return the afterglow.

  It helped. A little.

  Cade pressed his thumb harder on her nipple then clamped it between two fingers.

  Mace’s hand caressed her stomach. Hot and flat and rough against her skin.

  Those things helped. A lot.

  “How’d it end with Bulldog?” Mace asked.

  “For now the case is done. Officially closing it means talking to Avery’s parents. Bulldog and I agreed it’d be safer for them if we hold off on that. One way or another Avery is already caught up in an investigation. Her parents would think they didn’t have anything to lose by forcing a conversation and getting involved.”

  Mace pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “It’s a good call, Grace.”

  Cade nodded. “It’s the right one.”

  His eyes said the same thing.

  “After I talked to Bulldog I did a quick meet with Lincoln Webber.”

  Cade’s eyebrows drew together.

  “He was the first PI?” Mace asked.

  “Yes. He was warned off too, by the same agents. Wyatt and Gonzalez. They used the same approach, leverage.”

  “What’d he find out?” Cade asked.

  “Avery uses the boutiques as a blind to get into the hotels for dates with clients, one of whom is a state senator. I don’t know who. Webber wouldn’t give me that. The connection to Leopoldo’s Gym was new.”

  Mace applied his teeth to her shoulder. His stomach rumbled and Cade laughed. “If you’re planning on eating Grace, I’m going to hit the shower first.”

  She blushed. She absolutely should be incapable of it by now, but apparently she wasn’t. To counter it she said, “If we’re showering, the cook should go first.”

  Mace nibbled his way to her ear. “She has a point.”

  “She’d better get moving then.”

  They let her shower alone, probably because there was no way three of them could fit in the tiny stall.

  She almost hated to wash their scent off her body. Couldn’t ignore, when she towel-dried in front of the mirror, the evidence she’d been with them.

  Her nipples were love-bruised and her lips swollen. Her skin was marked by Cade’s mouth and Mace’s short beard. But more telling, her eyes shone with hope.

  Yes, they definitely needed to talk, but it was going to turn out okay.

  She started to drape the towel over the bar, stopped. Heat pooled in her stomach at remembering Mace’s reaction earlier, when she’d gathered her clothes, intending to dress out of his sight.

  They’d expect her to return to the bedroom naked. They’d probably see the towel as subtle defiance.

  She laughed softly. And if they didn’t, she’d gather her clothes and provoke a reaction.

  Liquid need slid into her pussy. She was ready to experience another of her fantasies.

  Wrapping the towel around her, she emerged from the bathroom.

  Cade was standing, intending to claim the shower next. Mace sat at the edge of the bed.

  The instant narrowing of their eyes and thinning of their lips had her toes curling.

  “Drop the towel,” Mace growled. “I already warned you once today about this.”

  Cade’s cock bobbed, licked across taut abs. “If you warned her, then you should be the one to demonstrate just what’ll happen when she disobeys. Drop the towel, Grace.”

  Her body tightened, vibrated as if between them they’d reached inside her and were thrumming the part of her that needed this, craved it. The hard looks they directed her way only intensified t
he heat in her breasts and between her legs.

  She let the towel fall from her body and was instantly rewarded by Cade fisting his cock, pumping, by Mace’s cock pulling away from ripped abs as if it’d close the distance between them.

  “Come here, Grace,” Mace said. “You’re going to get that spanking you’ve been wanting.”

  The muscles of her sex contracted, creating a burst of pleasure in her pussy. There was no denying she’d been wanting it.

  She went to Mace, draped herself across his lap.

  Cade moved, growled, “Look at my face.”

  The demand made her feel shivery. Tipping her head, meeting his eyes, created a sense of vulnerability, left it impossible to hide her emotions.

  Mace’s palm grazed an ass cheek.

  She trembled, whimpered.

  He grazed the other cheek.

  She trembled harder, whimpered louder.

  His hand settled at the base of her spine. “Open your legs.”

  She obeyed and he stroked over the curve of her buttocks, found her sex with his fingers.

  “Fuck, she’s dripping wet.”

  He found her clit, rubbed over it with slick fingers.

  Her hips bucked.

  Cade’s face tightened with need. “Get the spanking over with, Mace, or you’re going to lose your fucking chance to give it to her.”

  Mace laughed, rubbed her clit again, trailed his fingers through the lips of her sex before pulling them from between her legs.

  Instinctively she tensed. Her buttocks clamped, then relaxed when he stroked them.

  “Are you going to cover yourself up with a towel again?” he asked.

  Probably. “No.”

  “Liar,” he said, voice low and husky, his hand leaving, returning hard and fast.

  Fire streaked from her ass to her pussy.

  He spanked the other cheek, making the fire blaze.

  She had her answer when it came to sensual punishment. She’d want this again and again.

  He smoothed his hand over her buttocks and she pressed into the touch.

  “You like being disciplined, don’t you?”

  Would a no get her another spank?

  The thinning of Cade’s lips warned that a lie might get her the exact opposite of what she wanted.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Mace gave her two more spanks then pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. “That’s enough for now.”

  She rocked against his hand, dropped her gaze from Cade’s face to his flushed, hard cock. She licked her lips, watched his hand tighten on the shaft.

  “Get on the bed, knees at the edge of the mattress,” Cade said.

  Need gripped her like a merciless fist. This was one of her favorite fantasies.

  She slipped off Mace’s lap and got on the bed. Shivered when he stood, so they were both behind her.

  She closed her eyes, anticipation building, her heart thundering in her ears.

  Masculine hands settled on her hips. Cade’s.

  Even with her eyes closed she recognized his touch.

  His hands glided upward, around to cup her breasts, rub over her nipples before grasping, tugging.

  “Cade,” she moaned.

  “Right answer, sweetheart.”

  A purely feminine smile curved her lips. Sharing her with Mace might be an important facet of his relationship with his brother, but it mattered to Cade that she knew he was the one touching her, the one whose cock slowly worked itself into her.

  Internal muscles fluttered and clenched.

  His hands returned to her hips, one remaining while the other slid around to her clit.

  No fair.

  But when it came to this, she didn’t care.

  Pleasure pulsed into her with each of Cade’s thrusts.

  It was accentuated by the slam of his pelvis against more sensitive buttocks, by the presses and strokes to her clit, by the primal feel of breasts hanging free, swaying each time he slammed into her, by Mace’s being there, wanting to mount her next, and by the sounds Cade made as he pushed her beyond feeling good and into ecstasy.

  And that ecstasy was heightened by his loss of control, by the hot splash of his semen followed immediately by Mace taking his place, driving her upward with hard, demanding thrusts, his testicles slapping against her clit and causing her to crest before doing it himself.

  Food was forgotten in the aftermath.

  How long the three of them lay together, more asleep then conscious, she didn’t know. But when they stirred again, Mace nuzzled her neck, gave her nibbling kisses and said, “Now you can get dressed.”

  It was so reminiscent of earlier, when she’d known that he wanted her panties to smell like him—only now it was them—that her cheeks heated.

  “Is that a hint you want dinner?”

  He smiled against her neck. “Taking care of you has wiped me out. I need to get my strength back.”

  “Good answer.”

  She rose onto an elbow, leaned down and brushed her mouth over Cade’s. Then sat, twisting and leaning down to do the same to Mace.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  She laughed. “In this case, I’m just talking about dinner.”

  “We’ll see.”

  She got out of bed, tugged on clean clothes. Paused in the doorway, just to memorize the sight of them both in her bed, before heading to the kitchen.

  A thump in the living room was followed by the click of Perry’s toenails. He went straight to his bowl and looked at her.

  She opened a can of dog food and fed him. Laughed.

  “The guys in my life apparently have me trained when it comes to getting their dinners.”

  She smiled, liking the sound of that, the guys in my life.

  Cade and Mace joined her in the kitchen, their hair still damp, both of them wearing only jeans.

  Wow.

  Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

  There was no diminishment of thrill.

  Cade’s eyes darkened. “Keep looking at us like that and you’re going to end up on the table with us eating you.”

  Heat bloomed in her sex, in her stomach, in her breasts. “And that should stop me from looking at you why?”

  Mace crouched next to Perry who was licking his empty food bowl. “Good question, but I for one need some fuel. What about this guy? Is he done eating or trying to get some service here?”

  “Both. He’d eat more if it appeared in his bowl, but he doesn’t need more.”

  Mace scratched behind Perry’s ears. “Yeah, he’s a good weight. Let’s keep him that way. The last time I saw Cole’s dachshunds, they looked like they might pop.”

  Warmth spread through her chest, at his giving Perry attention, at his reference to the future.

  “Cole’s dogs look good now. They blimped out eating pizza because they were spending so much time with Braden and Shane while Cole was out of town, trying to avoid Grandma Maguire’s prediction about Renata and him.”

  “The famous Maguire sixth sense,” Mace said, sharing a look with Cade, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Grandma M was the reason Braden had gone to the bar to ask them about escort services and mention her getting her first case, or if that was just Braden acting intuitively, the same way Lyric did.

  She turned toward the counter, hope further buoyed.

  Cade joined her, opening a cabinet and removing plates. “I never saw that one coming, Cole settling down. Who’s next? Braden? Shane?”

  Mace snorted. “Not likely.” He rose to his feet. Washed his hands. “Anything I can help with?”

  “Drinks. I’m warming up lasagna. You’ll have to settle for sodas. Braden sucked down the last of the beer yesterday.”

  She finished throwing together a salad. Between the three of them they got the food served.

  Perry took up a position beneath the table. Her feet brushed him in the course of seeking out Mace’s and C
ade’s.

  I could get used to this. I want to get used to it, the three of us like this, a family.

  They were almost done eating when her cell went off with Michael’s ring tone.

  Her heart rabbited.

  Cade’s hand stopped in the process of lifting his soda to his mouth.

  Mace’s stopped with a forkful of lasagna inches from his lips.

  It’d be funny, except this was Michael calling.

  “Fuck,” Mace growled.

  Cade’s hand dropped to the table. “Shit.”

  “Take it? Don’t take it?” she asked.

  Cade grimaced. Mace said, “Better answer it.”

  His tone said, Find out how close big brother is.

  She tugged her phone from a back pocket and thought her hi sounded pretty natural.

  “Tell them I’m looking at two bullets.”

  “No. A, that sounds totally psycho. B, this is my business. Stay out of if Michael, I mean it. And C, who told you?”

  “I have my sources.”

  “Remind your sources that payback is hell.”

  “I told Cade and Mace to stay away from you.”

  “I’m sure you did. But I’m old enough to make my own choices. This is one of them.”

  On the other end she heard the grind of teeth then the sound of him inhaling deeply, trying to rein in the overprotectiveness. “If they hurt you—”

  “It might end up the other way around. Just let me handle this, okay? Please.”

  “For now.”

  Which was probably as good an answer as she was going to get.

  “So are you still in Atlantic City?”

  He laughed. “They should be afraid. Very afraid.”

  She rolled her eyes, smiled at the theatrical menace in his voice, his way of throttling back. It didn’t stop her from following up. “So that was a yes, you’re still on the job?”

  “I’m still on it.” He allowed a heartbeat of silence then added, “Be careful.”

  “You too.”

  She placed the phone on the table. “He’s good. We’re good.”

  But the time for serious conversation still came far too soon as far as she was concerned.

  How best to bring up what needed to be brought up?

  Answer. Ease into it.

  “I’m not sure when or where, but I’d like to get the tracker off Avery’s car. It wasn’t cheap.”