Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“I–I can’t…”

Grayson used his thumb to rub circles over her clit as he picked up his pace, fucking her twice as fast. The constant friction was the key, and she gasped as she sailed through the final sweet zone. She was unsure about letting go completely, losing control in front of these two men. But holding back another minute was not an option.

“Trust us,” said Grayson, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. These men may have been cops, but they were virtual strangers. And trust didn’t come easy for Stephanie in any case.

“She’s close,” said Dom. “Her body’s shaking like a leaf.”

“Fuck, she’s stubborn.” Grayson rammed her hard, making her cry out. The power of his cock filled her with unadulterated bliss. She closed her eyes and sailed along until a wave of liquid heat finally escaped. Stephanie held on to Dom, gasping as her body contracted in violent waves. She could feel her cunt squeezing Grayson’s erection, pulling him toward his own release. He groaned, an animalistic sound, his fingers biting into the fleshy sides of her hips.

When she dared to open her eyes he was watching her. Her breath was still labored, her pussy still hypersensitive to every twitch of his spent cock. Even without the shadows, she’d never seen a man with darker eyes. They were framed by thick lashes and held that narrowed gaze which made her blood pump wildly. He was everything…but he was nothing. The one-night stand was over.

“Next time we’ll share you properly,” Dom whispered in her ear. Was it possible to crave sex only minutes after orgasm? She already felt her body heating, preparing for another round.

“Next time?” Those two words tilted her world off axis. Were they heading in a relationship direction, or was she now their go-to girl for a quick fuck? What had she started? All her best-laid plans, the ones she considered safe and simple, were crashing down around her.

He just winked, sitting straight and rebuttoning his shirt. Grayson flicked on the bright overhead lights, making her hustle to cover herself. She was sprawled out on the table, her shirt wide open, skirt around her waist, and a mix of fluids leaking down her inner thighs. Dom laughed, watched her scramble to get off the table.

When she finally managed to slip off the table, Gray was right there, standing tall in front of her. He wouldn’t allow her to move around him. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He squatted down in front of her, his broad shoulders tight in his uniform. Then he slipped out a small handkerchief from his breast pocket and flicked it a few times.

“We should forget this ever happened,” she rambled. Now that the lust had settled, she began to consider the consequences of her actions. She’d screamed out like a whore for half the office to hear. How the fuck would she explain that one?

“Hush,” he said. Grayson proceeded to lift the hem of her skirt and gently cleanse the fluid off her legs. Her breath caught. She’d never known a man, especially one as masculine as Grayson, to act so tenderly. She felt special and loved, and she wished she could believe those feelings. When he swiped the soft cloth over her bare folds, her knees went weak. She fell onto his lap where he held her close before standing.

“You can’t carry her out. Let’s finish dressing her and get her to the station before the chief has a coronary.”

Gray chuckled. “She’s light as a feather.” He looked at her, their faces so close. “Cute, too.”
Kiss me.
Stephanie knew he wouldn’t. She was just a body to him. The sex had been amazing, but she now realized it would never be enough for her. This would be her only one-night stand. She’d have to rely on her old faithful vibrator from now on because she wasn’t strong enough to keep indifferent.

“I don’t want to go to the station.” There could be only one reason she’d be wanted for questioning. It would have to be regarding last Saturday night at the gala. She didn’t want to get in any trouble and really didn’t want to relive her experience. It’s not like she could be a help in solving the car theft. She barely saw the men who’d threatened her, certainly not enough to pick them out in a lineup.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be with you.”

“Why’s she so nervous?” asked Dominic. Stephanie acted like a guilty woman, stuttering, pacing, and worrying her lower lip as they waited for the interrogation room to free up. For an innocent party, she was stressing herself out for nothing.

“A lot of people get nervous around cops. You should know that by now.”

Grayson leaned back in one of the adjustable desk chairs. They’d had Stephanie in the other room for twenty minutes already. He was dying to know what was going on, but the detectives wanted alone time with her.

“She doesn’t know anything,” Dominic said, unable to sit still. “If she did, she’d have said something to us by now.”

“Uh-huh.” His partner grabbed a copy of the local paper, as nonchalant as could be. He was difficult to rile, not that anyone would dare. Grayson emanated a don’t-fuck-with-me vibe that kept
most
people at bay. Not Stephanie. She was impossible, and Dominic couldn’t get enough. Of all the women who came and went in his life, Stephanie was the first one he could imagine waking up to every morning. He didn’t want to lose her, so he hoped his best friend would come to terms with his own feelings before they lost their chance.

One of the detectives came up the hallway. It was Grant, one of the newer guys.

“You finished with her?”

He shrugged. “She’s a tough nut to crack. They’re cutting her loose in a minute.” Grant sat on the edge of the desk, loosening his tie.

Good.
He hated not being near her, to think she was under any sort of anxiety. All he could remember were her sweet kisses and the sounds of her lovemaking. A connection had been solidified between them. The games had stopped for those precious minutes when they looked in each other’s eyes. So much emotion swam in her dark gaze that he swore he was drowning, sinking deeper the longer he looked at her. There was more to Stephanie than her ball-breaking personality—and he wanted to uncover it all. He wasn’t sure if she felt the same, but she’d made her way under his skin. When a person had waited as long for love as he had, it rooted quickly.

He wanted her—to claim her, own her, love her. No other woman had affected him the same way. They were either after the uniform or dollar signs, obnoxiously appeasing or too full of themselves. Stephanie was none of that. She was her own woman and didn’t put on a show for their benefit. It was refreshing.

“Look at this. It’s Steph.” Grayson passed him the paper. He flicked it out and looked at the front page of last weekend’s edition. It was Stephanie’s article from the gala with her picture. Fuck, she was beautiful.

“You make anything out of the picture?” Dominic asked Grant, holding up the front page.

“We’re guessing those are our guys in the car, but we have no way to know who they are. So far, this is the best pic we have, and it’s blurry at best.” Grant walked over to the coffee station and lifted the carafe. “Of course the witness knows shit. I can tell she’s lying.”

His hackles went up. “I don’t like your tone, Grant.” When he folded his arms over his chest, Grayson got out of his chair and took up residence between the two men.

“What?” asked Grant, taking a sip of his coffee.

Grayson gave Dominic a little shove, so he returned to pacing the hallway. “If she said she knows nothing, she knows nothing. Lay off her.” At least his partner had the same territorial defensiveness for Stephanie. As much as his friend tried to keep closed off from relationships, he was still a man beneath the tough exterior.

“Something personal?” Grant cocked an eyebrow.

“Just…lay off.”

The sound of numerous footsteps approached. Dominic headed for the mouth of the hallway. Stephanie led the way, walking in hurried steps, a scowl on her face.

“Can you please take me home?” she asked.

“Yeah. Sure.” It was past three o’clock and quitting time. He nodded to Grayson and they all left out the side entrance. Many of their colleagues gave them suspicious glances. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Stephanie were their woman. How would society view it? Would his friends and coworkers accept such a union? He shook his head to clear the thoughts. There was no way Grayson would go for a serious relationship, never mind an unorthodox one like a ménage a trois. He frequently berated the men of Station 23 for their choice to settle down with the same woman. It just seemed like a natural course since they lived and worked together twenty-four/seven.

Once outside, Stephanie’s heels clicked on the concrete sidewalk. She was exasperated, tossing her arms as she turned to face them. “Why didn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you save me from those jerks?”

He’d felt impotent. Dominic had wanted nothing more than to break into the interrogation room and pull her out, but he had to follow protocol in the department. It was bad enough they’d crossed more lines than he could fathom with the feisty brunette.

“It’s standard procedure. Every reporter at the gala has been through here,” said Grayson. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“My car. It’s still at the
Heartland Tribute
.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” said Dominic. He used a hand at her lower back to lead her to his truck. “You’re upset.”

They reached his pickup truck. “Why aren’t you using your cruiser?” she asked.

“It’s Friday,” he said, opening the passenger door for her. “We’re off for the weekend.” She had trouble reaching the high-running board with her tight skirt on. He was about to give her a little shove up, tempted to get his hands on her cute little ass, but Grayson stopped him. He had a smirk on his face. They both stood back to watch her struggle. Her legs went on forever, long and shapely. One of her shoes fell down and she cursed when she had to hop back down to pick it up. She was anything but ordinary.

When she finally noticed they were amused by her attempts to get into the truck with the raised suspension, she stopped dead in her tracks. “What’s funny?” she asked.

“Having trouble?”

“A little.”

Dominic trapped her by the side of his truck. She was still angry from her interrogation and now flustered from trying to climb into the passenger’s seat. Her untamed spirit tempted him like an open window to a thief. “Need help?” he whispered close to her ear.

She kept silent, lifting her arms and placing her palms on his chest. Her breathing was labored, and she looked down when she spoke. “You both terrify me.”

He tilted her chin up. “We’re not the bad guys, Stephanie.”

“Aren’t all men?”

He frowned.
What has this girl been through?
Dominic had been raised in a traditional home with a gamut of siblings. He’d also done his tour in the army after he graduated college, which was why he was late joining the force. Old-fashioned values were ingrained into him from the time he was born. There were a lot of bad apples out there, and he could attest to that, but there were more than a few good men as well.

“You’ve been looking in all the wrong places if you have to ask me that,” said Dominic.

He hoisted her up into her seat and then walked around to the driver’s side. She was sandwiched in between them on the front bench seat, so small and feminine in comparison to their large frames. Everything about their life was darkly masculine. This woman brought her sweet, vanilla scent into his truck, tucking her pink-painted toes up on the seat to get comfortable. He was falling for her a bit more each minute.

* * * *

Every bump in the road and dip in suspension traveled all the way to her clit. She had expected never to see these two men again after their intimate encounter at her office, but here they were. After they dropped her off, would that be it? Every moment she spent with them made her more vulnerable, more susceptible to falling in love. This was supposed to be so simple and now couldn’t be more complicated.

At least she’d gotten the interview over with. They’d grilled her over and over about what she’d seen on the night of the car theft. She was now conflicted, wondering if she was right not telling them about the man with the half-moon tattoo who grabbed her and the other who aimed a gun at her. If she recounted the event, she’d no doubt have started crying like a fool and humiliated herself. Without a proper description, her negative experience wouldn’t be a factor in finding the culprits anyway.

As they neared her area, only a few minutes from her apartment, she had a mini panic attack. What if she never saw Dominic and Grayson again? She wanted them, wanted them forever. Which was ridiculous. She couldn’t expect to have the whole Cinderella dream like Tammy. That was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she didn’t expect it to happen to her, too. But the thought of them seducing another woman on their patrols sparked a seed of jealousy inside her, one fuelled by her intense desire to be loved by a man—or men.

“I don’t want to go home,” she finally admitted.

They both looked at her.

“Where do you want to go?” asked Gray. He’d already removed his jacket, now loosening his top shirt buttons.

“Home. With you.”

He laughed out loud, leaning an elbow out the window. His sleeves were rolled up high on his forearms, revealing strong, thick muscle. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Dominic pulled to the side of the road and put the truck into park. He exhaled and ran a hand over his closely cropped hair. “Darlin’, we’re leaving town in the morning. We’ll be away for three days, but we’ll call you when we get back.”

Yeah, right.
That was the brush-off of the century. She refused to show her disappointment. “Okay, that’s fine.”

Before he could shift the gear, Gray leaned over and snagged his wrist. “If she wants to spend the night, let her. We can bring her home in the morning.”

She internally rejoiced. After the trip down nightmare lane in interrogation, she didn’t want to be alone in her apartment tonight. Every creek and bump would likely send her heart racing.