“He did. He’s coming by today to get the keys to his private room.”
That wasn’t surprising. Considering Travis lived in the Austin area, driving up to Dallas wouldn’t normally be a one day trip.
“Is he planning to come here often?” Tag wasn’t sure why he was so curious, but after last night, he found himself taking an interest in the man.
Luke turned to face Tag more fully, and he felt the impact of the club owner’s scrutiny. It wasn’t like him to ask a million questions, so he fully understood Luke’s sudden concern.
“Something I should know?” Luke asked.
Tag shook his head and turned away as casually as he could muster. He didn’t have a problem with Travis Walker, but he couldn’t deny being curious as to his interest in McKenna. If he thought the man was only interested in her from a professional capacity, he wouldn’t be having this conversation now.
“Are you interested in...?” Luke let his words die off, but Tag knew how to finish the sentence.
“No.” He was surprised by his own adamant response, but Tag knew without a doubt, at least at this point, he had no interest in sharing McKenna. With anyone.
That was a complete turnaround from Tag’s normal M.O. he knew, but he wasn’t questioning himself just yet. There were plenty of things he intended to experience with the sexy red head, but sharing her was not in the plans.
“He was asking about you and McKenna the other night,” Luke added, and Tag could sense he was still staring at him.
“He seems to have an interest in her,” Tag said, the words escaping before he had a chance to stop them.
“He did ask whether you two were exclusive.”
“He just out and out asked?” Tag jerked his gaze back to Luke’s face. He didn’t believe for a minute that the quiet cowboy would’ve broached a subject like that with Luke. Or with anyone for that matter.
“Not specifically, no.”
Tag noticed the mischievous look in Luke’s eyes. The man was a lot of things, but a match maker he could never be. That didn’t mean he wasn’t interfering.
It wasn’t a secret that Tag generally preferred threesomes. Both Cole and Luke were well aware of that, but what did surprise him was Travis’ interest. He didn’t know much about the man and as far as he could tell, Travis preferred it that way.
There was a rumor that Travis was actually bisexual. Now, he had no idea who started that rumor, nor did he actually care about Travis’ personal preferences, but it was another reason Tag questioned his interest. Tag wasn’t bisexual, nor had he ever been.
“Then how exactly did it come up?” Tag asked when Luke didn’t offer more.
“Let’s just say he’s open to playing.”
Tag cocked an eyebrow. What did that mean?
“But he swings both ways.”
Tag kept any expression off of his face. He still didn’t believe that this conversation just happened. Something prompted it, and Luke was now confirming the rumor that Travis Walker was bisexual, as well.
“He’s interested if you guys are.” Luke finally bit out, sounding oddly frustrated as he stormed off.
Tag had to admit, there was a bit of satisfaction in getting Luke riled up.
Tag followed Luke with his eyes, but the instant that damn cowboy came into his peripheral vision, Tag no longer cared about Club Destiny’s owner.
His gaze locked with Travis', and he suddenly felt like puffing out his chest and proving which of them was the bigger man. Tag felt a strange sense of insecurity where McKenna and Travis were concerned. Even more so than his sudden and strange infatuation with McKenna, Tag did not like this jealous reaction one damn bit.
Without another thought, Tag turned and headed for the stairs.
Chapter Nine
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McKenna scrolled through her email on her iPhone, checking to see if there was anything urgent she needed to handle. From the look of it, Whisper had everything under control and the only thing left for McKenna was to sit back and enjoy this one of a kind experience.
She just wished she could enjoy it while wearing clothes.
Unfortunately, Tag had left a short while ago to take a phone call – or so he said. Despite being left to her own devices, she managed to ignore the curiosity that sparked the second she was alone. Instead, she was sitting motionless on the sofa, still clad in nothing whatsoever as she tried to keep herself preoccupied.
What the hell was taking Tag so long?
She should’ve been relieved not to have his intensely hot glare glued to her nude body. Acting was obviously not her strong suit, but she had put on the performance of a lifetime for the last few hours. Pretending not to be intimidated or more than a little uncomfortable at being naked in front of a man she barely knew and profoundly lusted after was harder than it looked.
Now, she felt like a guitar string that had been turned just one revelation too many; another subtle notch and she would break in two. So she honestly should be grateful that Tag was taking his time, but for some reason she wasn’t.
Maybe because she was enjoying seeing the discomfort on his face.
He was undeniably affected by her nudity, although he was pretending otherwise. He didn’t appear to be as good of an actor as she was though. She even heard him groan on one occasion, and she fought off the urge to smile, but she had certainly been grinning on the inside.
It hadn’t taken long for her to realize exactly what he was hoping for, but McKenna hadn’t given Tag what he expected. Rather than giving in to his manipulations, she opted to grin and bear it. Actually, bare would be the more accurate term.
She continued to remind herself that she would have her turn. He had agreed to her amended contract, which meant at some point in the next few days, she would be in charge, and she was already preparing a mental list of things she would do to the man to get him back for this.
Although, he did have a little bit of time before that happened, and McKenna didn’t have a clue what was in store for her. She only prayed he didn’t expect her to leave the private room naked because then she might just have to speak up.
When the door opened, McKenna steeled herself for his reappearance, and turned her head as though sparing him a glance. With butterflies staging an all-out riot in her belly, she went back to thumbing through the emails on her phone. Or pretending to anyway.
“Sorry it took me so long,” Tag said as he put his cell phone and wallet on the small breakfast counter before making his way over to the chair he had planted himself in earlier.
“Mmm hmm.” Pretending to dismiss his comment, McKenna couldn’t tear her eyes away from the phone although she wasn’t seeing a damn thing on the screen. All of the letters had blurred together, her mind wandering to other things immediately.
Like what he planned to do next.
Or what she wanted him to do next.
“Are you doing ok?” he asked after he situated himself into that casual pose of his.
“Fine. Why?” she asked, looking up at him for the first time.
“Just making sure you’re still willing to go through with this.”
Crossing her arms over her breasts would only have him giving her that questioning stare as if she was trying to cover herself, so McKenna chose to put her hands down to her sides. With more brazenness than she thought she had, she managed to uncross and then cross her legs again while she was at it, noting the way his eyes lingered between her thighs just a little longer than expected. “There isn’t anything that you can do that’ll have me changing my mind.”
Nothing.
Had she known his intentions originally, she might have given this more thought. Now that she was here, she fully intended to fulfill her end of the contract, even if it killed her. The sexual tension was thick between them, and honestly, she wanted to see where it led them more than she wanted to back out from this small dose of humiliation.
“Be careful what you wish for, darlin’.” Tag’s dark, sultry to
ne sent a torrent of sensation flowing through her bloodstream, instantly making her nipples harden.
She wanted to challenge him to push her, but she got the feeling he was about to do so anyway. The harder she pushed, the harder he would push back and right now, McKenna didn’t trust herself not to go a little too far.
There was no way she could deny wanting him. She’d been enthralled since the very first day she saw him and overcome with a bad case of lust ever since. So, honestly, this opportunity gave her a chance to get closer to what she truly wanted.
Tag Murphy in her bed.
Or his.
“I’m game for whatever you can dish out, darlin’.” Mocking his choice of endearments, she curled her fingers into her palm, praying he didn’t see just how nervous she actually was.
“Spread your legs,” Tag insisted and the room immediately heated several degrees. This wasn’t the laid back country boy she’d been privy to earlier. This man was dead serious.
God, she loved watching him lose control.
She didn’t move a muscle, nor did she smile. She was unable to do anything except breathe. The intensity in his gaze spoke of hot, lustful promises, and McKenna wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t beg him to touch her if he kept this up. Controlling him was going to be as impossible as controlling her own hormones where he was concerned. Pushing him, on the other hand, was a given.
“I’m not going to tell you again.” Only his mouth moved. Not his hands, not his head. He was sitting in that chair, stone still, yet McKenna could feel the tension coming off of him in waves.
Slowly she uncrossed her legs, and she was instantly wet. It took several seconds before she managed to spread her knees apart, her clit throbbing with anticipation. If he would only touch her, they stood a chance of making it through the rest of the day before one of them lost it.
A battle of wills was what this was. Two dominating personalities, both intending to push the other to the breaking point did nothing, except promise a firestorm that was likely to blaze out of control.
“Touch yourself, McKenna.” Back was that laidback Texas drawl, but his voice belied the stiff way he held himself.
She pondered his instruction for a moment, wondering whether she could actually go through with it. At least if she did, she could relieve the tormenting ache that had taken up residence between her thighs.
Dropping her cell phone onto the cushion, McKenna eased her hand between her legs, making sure he could see everything she was doing.
~*~*~
Tag had the hard on of the century, and the self-inflicted pain was damn near more than he could handle. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from McKenna’s long, graceful fingers as they separated the soft folds of her pussy, sliding between her labia. Fuck. He wanted to throw himself to his knees before her and bury his face between her legs, licking her clit until she screamed his fucking name.
She was tormenting him, and she knew it, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. When McKenna began to moan softly, Tag knew he was in for it.
“Don’t come yet,” he demanded, his voice thick with the desperation flooding his veins. “I want to watch you.”
Her eyes flew open, and a flash of something dark and dangerous dashed through the eerie colors.
Tag stood, moving to the small table between them and lowering himself onto it. This allowed for a front row view, close enough he could see the slick juices now coating her index finger. He bit his tongue.
McKenna slowly pushed one finger inside, using her other hand to rub circles around her clit, those dick teasing moans increasing along with her breathing. She was so fucking hot, he wondered whether the smoke detectors would go off.
“That’s it, baby.” Lowering his voice, he kept his tone even, hopefully not revealing just how worked up he was by the live porn right there in his living room. “Do you like to fuck yourself?”
“Yes.” Her tone was bold and brazen, her eyes closed once again as she continued to finger herself, her head leaning back against the headrest of the sofa. “God, yes.”
Fuck.
“Don’t you dare come, McKenna.” The words came out strangled and harsh, but Tag couldn’t stop them.
“Make me come, Tag.” McKenna opened her eyes, and he could see the determination in them.
“I can’t touch you, darlin’,” he growled, wondering why the fuck he had come up with that idea in the first place.
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Stipulation of the contract, remember? No touching for twenty four hours.” Yep, he only had himself to blame for that dumbass inclusion.
“Then watch while I make myself come.”
Self-assured and shameless, that’s what McKenna was. And he fucking loved that about her. “Show me.”
His cock was throbbing insistently, begging for attention, even if by his own hand. Tag refused to give in. He might have fucking blue balls by morning, but he was not going to let her win. Not this time.
His eyes returned to where she was now thrusting two fingers deep inside her cunt, the fingers on her other hand pressing against her clit but no longer moving. “Come for me, McKenna. Fucking come for me, baby.”
That was all it took.
McKenna’s head thrashed back against the couch, her fingers thrust one final time before her legs closed, trapping her hands between them as her body spasmed. It was the sexiest fucking thing Tag had ever seen. And what he wouldn’t give to climb on top of her and ram his iron hard cock between those soft, supple thighs...
Sucking in a harsh breath, he managed to stand up, despite the discomfort.
By the time night rolled around, Tag had finally managed to coax his body back to normal or as close as he was going to get. It was difficult, but he managed.
McKenna had been engrossed in her laptop for the last hour allowing him to focus on other things. Like his job. Now that he’d taken care of the few fires, he was left with nothing else to focus on except her.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” McKenna called from the sofa, not turning to look at him.
“My bed,” he answered easily. She’d have company too because there was no damned way his big body was going to fit on that little couch. “With me.”
The subtle hitch in her breathing made him smile. At least until he remembered that he vowed not to touch her. Granted, after eight o’clock tomorrow morning, all bets were off.
“Well, I think I’m going to turn in now if that’s ok with you.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to fall asleep, not after having his hormones scrambled and then fried for the better part of the day, but he was willing to try.
It was late, and they had a busy day tomorrow.
Until then, he was just going to suffer.
Chapter Ten
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Article number one, as approved by Luke McCoy:
The Sinful in Seven Series:
Day One: Pushing Limits
Ever wonder just how far you can be pushed?
It’s funny because I never thought I’d go this far, but here I am. At the hands of Club Destiny’s very own Tag Murphy. Yes, ladies, you heard me correctly. The one and only, uber sexy attorney for Club Destiny has agreed to give me a personal tour of the place we’ve all fantasized about belonging to.
So, what did Day One entail? Multiple orgasms? Debauchery? Wild, out of control orgies? Well, I’m disappointed to say that up to this point, Club Destiny has not lived up to its notorious reputation, but I’m still holding out hope that it will take an interesting turn.
I’d like to thank Luke and Logan McCoy for being so generous by allowing me to walk the halls and share my interactions with those who just want a tiny morsel of detail to savor.
So, sit back, hold on tight, and let’s enjoy the journey together!
-McKenna Thorne
Chapter Eleven
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McKenna woke the following morning to a warm bod
y pressed up against her back. She knew where she was, and she knew who was with her, which explained the way her body tingled just from the impact of his touch.
Tag was breathing softly, and McKenna expected that he was awake, but for just a few minutes she wanted to cuddle in his warmth, to forget the reason she was here and to pretend for as long as she could that this was her reality.
Considering McKenna didn’t do relationships, nor did she usually do morning after’s, to be held in the arms of a man was foreign, yet incredibly comforting at the same time. Somehow, through the course of her life, sex had become an intimate interaction that was based on pleasure rather than affection and McKenna suddenly missed the sweet companionship that could be found by waking up next to someone.
Not that she had ever wanted it. Well, not since the one relationship that had left her heartbroken and jaded. She found she didn’t need the companionship because it came with a price. A price she wasn’t willing to pay ever again.
With Tag, she didn’t feel like she had to worry about that. There was a combustible energy that consumed them when they were in the same room, but there wasn’t the risk of it turning into something more. Tag was not that man; she knew that much about him.
Considering what little she did know about him, McKenna was still highly aware of the unspoken connection that she felt between them, which spoke volumes about what they were doing here. She didn’t go to sleep with strangers, didn’t wake up with their warmth penetrating every molecule of her being, yet here she was. This was new for her. An adventure she signed up for, and one she was anxious to explore because that’s what Tag did to her. He had a magnetic pull on her, and McKenna couldn’t fight it. She didn’t want to fight it.
When Tag’s arm moved, his warm hand slipping down to cup her naked breast, McKenna kept her eyes closed and sucked in a breath. One hand enveloped her entire breast, and she was surprised by the roughened skin of his palm as it sensually scraped over her sensitive nipple, bringing it to life. She had expected Tag’s hands to be polished and smooth, just like his personality, but she should’ve known better. He seemed like the type of man to live life to its fullest, getting his hands dirty while he was at it.
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