Hands on Justice (MFM)

The Service Club 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 43,686
12 Ratings (4.1)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, figging, sex toys, HEA]

Justice McCall has a bone-deep emptiness only Cade and Grant can fill. The trouble is that what the two dominant cowboy public defenders might uncover about her scares her to her toes. She knows what will happen if she succumbs to their touch, but will the dark pleasures they offer be too much for her to endure? Cade Mason is tired of fooling around. He’s found Justice guilty of a submissive desire only he and Grant can administer. Control is not up for debate. But exposing how deep her vixen needs go while imprisoning her heart will prove his hardest trial yet. Grant Leaver knows his case against Justice can be won in the bedroom. It will take some fancy litigation to get her there, but when the gavel comes down she’ll be sentenced to a lifetime of erotic passion found beneath the hands of himself, Cade, and the Service Club.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Hands on Justice (MFM)
12 Ratings (4.1)

Hands on Justice (MFM)

The Service Club 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 43,686
12 Ratings (4.1)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing
Great book in a great series!!
The sexual sparks between these three are hot. Cade and Grant are tuff Dominants when it comes to Justice but she really loves it when they punish her. Great reading.
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5 KISSES: "Hands on Justice by Tonya Ramagos is the fourth book in the Service Club series. I started with this book and was not lost at all. There are public acts of sex, ménage, figging, and a whole lotta fun between the characters of Justice, Cade and Grant. Grant for the most part is the more easy going of the dominate men. He lets Cade take the lead. Very easy going and good blend to Cade’s very dominate nature. Cade “ tough as nails pure Alpha male hard nosed defender” that is how Justice sees him and she is right he is all that and more. He works hard, plays hard and loves even harder. He is man who knows what wants and is not afraid to go get it.Justice considers herself to be strong, self reliant. Justice is scared that her men might leave her when they discover the real woman underneath the façade she has put on. She doesn’t release they already know her better than she knows herself. This is the read you pick up when you want a hot story, hotter love and men you will not forget." -- Tina, TwoLips Reviews

5 STARS: "As always, the Service Club serves up another hot romance. If you’re not familiar with this series, it is a club made up of men from various civil service areas of work such as police, firemen, public defenders, and others, who are all interested in the ménage and BDSM lifestyles. The men usually have to entice their women into their lifestyle, but once there, the women are glad to be there. Justice is a public prosecutor and her men have been pursuing her for years. They are both public defenders, which I thought would constitute a conflict of interest, and which in most cases would be grounds for dismissal of one or all three of them, but hey, this is fiction so anything goes. I’ve read many others in this series and they always require the a/c to be set at freezing and ice cold drinks nearby to sit and read them. There are often references to events and characters from past books in the series, but they still stand alone for enjoyment. Hands On Justice is light on the BDSM, hot in the bedroom/boardroom/office, so get this one and then look for the others. I’m sure you’ll like Ramagos." -- Alberta, Manic Readers

4.5 NYMPHS: "Justice knows it is only a matter of time before Cade and Grant quit giving her space, especially since Cade made a big deal about describing things he and Grant want from her. Justice wants both men, but doesn’t want to have the relationship public because of her job. The fourth book in The Service Club series, Hands on Justice, picks up where Operation Mustang left off. Justice, Cade and Grant are all attorneys that usually end up on opposite sides in court and this time is no exception. Despite the legal arguments, both men go out of their way to get Justice. Characters from the previous books show up, partly to help Justice learn more about herself and the club. There is one very hot scene at the meeting that also turns into a crisis for Justice about her feelings. Cade and Grant want to make sure that she knows they want her around a long time. The insecurities that the three have about their feelings for each other are a big focal point, along with the BDSM issues. It is easy to understand the reservations Justice has about a relationship with two men that are involved with The Service Club, especially given the fact that she is an Assistant District Attorney because a lot of people are not comfortable with poly couples and a BDSM lifestyle. I liked that the men knew that Justice could not give up her career. I did laugh when the men realized that their life would also change, though it was sweet how they handled it at the end. There are still a few members that are single, so fans of this series can expect more heat in the future. I’m looking forward to reading more." -- Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

4 SWEET PEAS: "Tonya Ramagos’ HANDS ON JUSTICE is another in the Service Club series that delivers romance, non-traditional relationships, and steamy sex. The men in the Service Club are policemen, firemen, lawyers, and others in public service jobs who also are in service to the women they love. These men live the BDSM lifestyle and are in ménage relationships, looking for the right woman to complete their triad. Justice is a prosecutor for the DA’s office. Grant and Cade are both public defenders. Interestingly, this does not cause a conflict of interest that endangers their cases, which I think is probably not realistic. The men try to seduce Justice to join them in their lifestyle but what they don’t realize is that she is already interested and ready to give it a go. The BDSM is more of the controlling variety rather than the masochistic/sadistic type. While this is #4 in the series it can stand alone as a good read. There are references to characters from previous books that may tempt you to read the first three if you haven’t already. Like the other books in the series HANDS ON JUSTICE is an entertaining erotic book that can be read in one or two sittings. Enjoy!" -- Mrs. Condit, Mrs. Condit Reads Books

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“We were tired of waiting.”

Her attention sliced to Grant, instantly latching onto the double entendre in his statement. Cade hadn’t come alone. She had known he wouldn’t even before he had told her they would pick her up. He hadn’t even left Grant in the car while he came to her door to fetch her. Instead, they hit her with a double dose of heady testosterone that left her feeling intoxicated and way off-balance.

At least they didn’t bring a bucket of fried chicken.

The thought brought her only a morsel of comfort. More than likely, that bucket of chicken was sitting on their dining room table waiting for them.

She knew they had been patient with her in their relentless pursuit. In truth, she had expected them to give up a long time ago. Cade had made their intentions clear that night in his bedroom. When she found herself there again, she would belong to them. But what part of her did they really want? Were they only looking to fuck her blind or did they wish to claim her forever?

She pushed the questions from her mind and cocked a brow at Grant, letting her gaze slide over him. Though he wasn’t wearing his cowboy hat, a permanent crease flattened his sandy-blond hair above his forehead where his Stetson usually sat. The potent look in his hazel eyes brought goose bumps to her flesh. Those goose bumps started to dance as she drank in the easy curve of his lips, the hard-toned body ripe with corded muscles and mouthwatering sinews that promised long, sweaty nights full of dangerous, seedy pleasures.

He still wore a suit, likely the same one he had worn to the office that day. Standing beside Cade, the duo brought to mind the old television show Simon & Simon, only the private detectives had been replaced with public defenders and the sex appeal had been ratcheted through the roof.

“Isn’t patience supposed to be a virtue?”

“I believe we’ve proved to possess that in spades.” Grant’s tone was conversational enough, but the meaning behind his words told her the thread on their patience had finally snapped. Forget being done for if she allowed her defenses to drop. She was toast regardless, and they weren’t wasting any time in letting her know it.

Justice glanced between the men to the cherry-red Chevy Silverado parked behind her BMW in the driveway. “You brought the truck?”

Both men owned sleek sports cars. Grant drove a silver Chevy Corvette convertible, while Cade preferred a more practical, but no less flashy, imperial-blue Chevy Camaro. Given the difference in the men’s personalities, she would have expected it to be the other way around.

“We figured it would be easier,” Grant said. “That way neither of us has to sit in the backseat while we attempt to talk about the case.”

“I thought we were discussing the case over dinner.” She doubted there was much they could talk about the case. Depending on where they intended to take her, the conversation could be over before they even reached the restaurant. Then what would they do?

The corners of Grant’s lips twitched. “Hungry, sweetheart?”

Yes, but not for food.

Dammit, she was starving to taste him. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, to the moisture on his lips she wanted to lick clean. She wrenched her attention away, lowering her eyes only to have her focus latch on his cock. Like Cade’s jeans, the slacks Grant wore did nothing to hide the impressive bulge. Her belly grumbled so loudly she wondered they didn’t hear it as the craving to clamp her lips around his shaft, to suck his length down her throat, to swallow his cum as it jutted from his cockhead intensified.

“I was told this would be a business meeting.” Strange how she could sound so cool when everything inside her was boiling hot.

Grant exchanged a look with Cade that sent slivers of need-laced trepidation careening down her spine. “Yes, you were and we wouldn’t want you to think Cade lied about that.”

Uh-oh. Danger, Will Robinson. Though Grant’s words and tone had been sweet enough, something in his expression had her internal alarm cutting loose with an earsplitting shrill.

“The way I figure it,” Cade began, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans and drawing her attention right back down to his cock where it so didn’t need to be. She jerked her gaze back up only to find his lips tilting in a grin of cocky confidence that drove her hormones dangerously close to overload. “We can proceed with tonight one of two ways. We can enjoy our little drive to our destination, holding off the business talk until we get there. Or we can get the business talk out of the way in the truck and enjoy our dinner. We’ll leave that choice to you.”

In other words, there wasn’t a chance in hell that they planned to let tonight be all about business. She had expected that. Hell, deep down she had wanted that. She simply didn’t know what to do about it. She didn’t how to handle it now that the truth was on the proverbial table.

Justice laughed, a quick burst of air that sounded half amused and half resigned even to her own ears. “I can’t win for losing with you two, can I?” She put voice to her earlier revelation, knowing it fit just as much now as it did when she had said it to herself in the bedroom minutes before they arrived.

“Of course you can, sweet thing.” Cade closed the distance between them in a single, short step that brought his rock-solid body pressing against hers.




“See anything you like?”

“This looks like it could be fun.” She glanced at him as she continued to examine the harness, her hands gliding over the stirrups and adjustable buckles meant to bind the swinger securely in place. “I haven’t been swinging since I was a little girl.” She shot him another look, this one full of pure amusement. “Of course, this swing is far more mature than anything found on a public playground.”

Grant chuckled and walked to her, stopping close at her back. He reached around her, caught the adjustable straps, and separated them. “Bend forward.” He gently pushed against her back with the front of his body, moving her closer as he brought the strap to her waist.

“Isn’t that backward?” Confusion laced her tone as her hands covered his.

“It’s the perk of a more mature swing. It adapts to many different positions.” He folded his body over hers, bending her forward over the strap. “This will support your waist. Grab those stirrups in front of you. They will help to keep you balanced, but if you let go of them, you’ll fall on your nose.”

“Unless one of you is holding me,” she said as she allowed him to guide her into the harness, curling her fingers over the stirrups and fisting them in a white-knuckled grip.

“We’ll be too busy to hold you.” Confident he had the harness secure at her waist, he skimmed his hands down her thighs. He spread her legs wide on either side of his body, catching the sweet scent of her arousal as he reached for the second set of stirrups. He secured first one and then the other around her ankles, tested their safety, then released them as he moved from between her legs.

“Damn, that’s an amazing sight,” Cade said, walking past them to the cabinet of toys.

Grant circled her, loving the way the position left her breasts hanging free, her back arched, her ass in the air, and her legs spread wide. “How do you feel?”

She turned her head to one side, looking at him through the curtain of ebony hair falling around her face. “Helpless. Defenseless. Safe.”

Grant stopped at her head, pushed the hair from her face, and grazed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “You are safe. You know that, right?”

She nodded. “I want this.”

“We know you do. We know everything you want and we’ll give it to you one step at a time. All you have to do is trust us.”


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Her breath caught in her throat. Time. With that final bet during the football game, that word had become the key to the weekend. But Grant hadn’t said it was time. Not yet. Would that time come tonight while they had her hanging in this swing? She had never felt more vulnerable, more at their mercy than she did right now. Fastened securely in the harness, she wouldn’t be able to get away from anything they chose to do to her without harming herself in the process.

She didn’t want to get away. Every part of her body was fully exposed, her ability to touch taken away by the necessity of holding on to the stirrups, her power to stand on her own or to even close her legs shattered by the stirrups binding her ankles tight.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Cade walked toward her, a black blindfold stretched between his hands. Her heart beat triple-time, more out of excitement than fear. “You’re going to blindfold me, too?”

A slow, wicked grin spread across Cade’s lips as he knelt in front of her and held the blindfold close to her face. “Tonight is going to be all about feeling. We want you concentrating on your body’s responses, the pleasure we give you, what it does to your mind, and how it feels in your heart.”

Justice closed her eyes, his words enveloping the heart he spoke of in a tight fist of emotion and fear.

“This weekend is about letting go of everything else, letting yourself free, letting yourself feel, letting us love you.”

Her mind raced as he stretched the blindfold over her eyes. His words acted like a tuning fork to every erogenous zone in her body even as they hit on her deepest fear, losing the love they proclaimed to feel for her.

With her vision gone, her other senses immediately kicked into hyperdrive. She heard Cade’s steady breathing fade as he moved away from her head and the faint sounds of shuffling beside and in front of her, felt the cool breeze from the ceiling fan above his bed stirring the air. Goose pimples rose to the surface of her flesh, clashing with the heat pumping through her and skyrocketing her need to be touched.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Grant’s voice came from her left. She felt him near her and sucked in a breath when the faintest tip of a finger outlined her hanging breast. “Your nipples are hard. I thought I might have to play with them a minute to get them ready, maybe toy and suck on them, but I see I won’t need to.”

Please. The word whimpered in her mind, slamming into the question, Ready for what? Her question was wordlessly answered in the next instant when solid, padded clamps simultaneously closed on both her nipples. The breath quivered out of her as pleasure danced the thin line of pain through her breasts, delight zinging through her on a direct path to her sodden pussy. The added weight of the clamps pulled on her breasts, intensifying the sensations and capturing her focus. She didn’t hear when Cade moved, didn’t know he had returned to her until she felt the denim of his jeans graze the inside of her legs.


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