Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel

by Nicole Edwards

  “Come for me, baby,” he growled from between her thighs, his tongue quickly returning to her clit, his fingers doing wondrous things to her until she...

  Exploded. That’s exactly what she did when her orgasm ripped its way through her, shaking her to her very core. She was weak and barely able to keep her legs beneath her as he slowed his manipulations, still keeping his fingers deep in her pussy, his tongue gently stroking her clit. With ease, he held her legs so she didn’t collapse, but he didn’t stop the sexual torment.

  “So fucking sexy.” His voice pierced her hazy brain as did his movements.

  Before she knew what he was doing, her arms were released from the restraints, as were her legs.

  “Put your hands on the bed.” The insistence in his tone said he was hanging by a thread and McKenna couldn’t help but smile. With ease, she massaged her wrists before bending at the waist, and placing her palms flat on the mattress, her legs still spread.

  Tag wasted no time before sliding his cock into her pussy from behind, gripping her hips firmly and giving himself over to the same pleasure he’d given her just moments before. McKenna somehow found the strength to stiffen her legs, keeping her body rigid as he pounded inside of her, stroking each nerve ending back to life instantly.

  He wasn’t gentle, but McKenna didn’t want gentle. She wanted to feel him inside of her, to make him lose control the same way he made her without even trying.

  “McKenna. Baby,” Tag groaned from behind her, his fingers digging painfully into the tender skin at her hips as he thrust several more times. And as if he knew exactly what it took to send her over, Tag stilled at the same time another orgasm detonated inside of her, her release apparently triggering his.

  Chapter Nineteen

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  Article number three, as approved by Luke McCoy (albeit reluctantly):

  The Sinful in Seven Series:

  Day Three: Putting Sex in Sexy

  Did I hear you correctly?

  I have to admit, it takes a lot to intimidate me, yet Luke McCoy managed to do just that with a look. During a very candid interview with the owner of Club Destiny, I had a firsthand look into the infamous sex club owner’s life – that’s right, we said it. Let me tell you, what I learned today was not what I expected. I’ll say one thing: Luke McCoy put the “sex” in sexy.

  Although you’ll get to see the full interview in the future, I’m happy to share some very exciting news. Luke and the loves of his life, Sierra and Cole are expecting a baby! That’s right. The threesome announced recently that they are expecting their first child in just a few months, and they have promised to keep us apprised when the blessed day arrives.

  Congratulations Luke, Sierra, and Cole!

  -McKenna Thorne

  Chapter Twenty

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  Article number four, as approved by Luke McCoy:

  The Sinful in Seven Series:

  Day Four: Interesting is putting it mildly

  Be careful what you ask for...

  After the first three days, I find myself wondering what all of the fuss is about. I’ve met Luke... I’ve met Logan... and as you know, I’ve spent countless hours with my tour guide, Tag Murphy. I’ve met their significant others, yet I’m still searching for all of the lewd and repulsive acts that I keep hearing about. I’m hoping for lewd and repulsive because that’s what you are looking for, right?

  Well, I’m sorry to say that up to this point, everything appears a little too normal for my taste. I mean seriously, I’ve yet to find a single whip or chain, much less a sinfully delicious orgy to get involved in.

  But, I promise you... I will keep looking.

  -McKenna Thorne

  Chapter Twenty One

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  Day Five. Tag wasn’t sure he was going to last three more minutes, much less three more full days. The sun was just beginning to peak through the vertical blinds in his room, wrapping McKenna’s naked body in a warm glow that mesmerized him.

  They were exhausted from the day before when they had both been working diligently to put out the fires caused by Susan Toulmin. Of course, their frequent breaks throughout the day in which they attempted to sate the hunger that couldn’t seem to be alleviated probably didn’t help either.

  McKenna had worked to get Luke’s interview from Sunday into an article that would captivate her audience as well as get some readers on his side, versus the crazy interest in what Susan had to say. Based on what they saw on her blog last night, it was working. Today she intended to speak to Logan and get his article drawn up. Tag admired her persistence, but he couldn’t help trying to distract her a little.

  Like right now.

  He was distracting himself as well, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Considering all of the things that continued to plague his mind, mainly where this woman was concerned, he welcomed anything to sway his thoughts.

  “Mmmm,” McKenna moaned sleepily when Tag moved her hair off of her neck so he could kiss the sweet spot that always made her moan. He found that he really liked to nuzzle against her pulse, and she seemed to enjoy it, as well.

  When her hand slipped between them, gently gripping his dick, Tag sucked in a breath. She was gentle, but her soft fingers against the throbbing shaft sent a chill darting down his spine.

  “My turn,” she whispered as she turned over to face him and Tag rolled onto his back, allowing her to move closer.

  “Your turn to what?”

  “To play with you.”

  “Brilliant idea.” He grinned as she peeked at him through lowered lids.

  Her body was warm from sleep as she continued to stroke him with her hand while pressing her perky tits against his chest. Trailing his hand up and down her spine as she began teasing his nipple with her sharp little teeth, Tag closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the pleasure.

  “What’s this one for?” McKenna’s words broke his sensual trance and Tag opened his eyes to see her placing small kisses over the tattoo just beneath his collar bone.

  “It’s a symbol,” he answered, unsure whether he really wanted to get into the why’s and how’s of his body art. Yes, he had numerous tattoos, and yes, they meant something to him. Or at least the majority of them did. A few were just art for the sake of art.

  “A symbol for what?”

  Tag met her eyes, detecting only interest from her. And it wasn’t because she wanted to share his story with the world, he could tell. She was genuinely interested in him.

  “Everlasting love.”

  Her eyes widened at his admission, and he wondered what her immediate assumption was.

  “Did you get it because of someone?”

  When she turned her attention back to kissing his chest, teasing his nipple, he could tell she was trying to appear disinterested. She wanted to know, but it was obvious she was fearful of what his answer was going to be. That spoke volumes about this woman, the one he found himself drawn to more than any woman from his past.

  Truthfully, none of his tattoos were in any way related to a woman from his past.

  “No.” His simple answer had the result he thought it would. McKenna stilled, just briefly, before returning to her quest to make him crazy with lust.

  By the time she made her way to the one place he wanted her right then, Tag was damn near sweating and shaking from the need consuming him. She didn’t ask any more questions, and for that he was grateful. Explaining his tattoos wasn’t something he enjoyed doing, mainly because they were his and his alone as far as he was concerned. To others it was art, to him, it was his life mapped out on his body.

  “Oh, hell yes,” he hissed when McKenna’s sweet mouth enveloped his cock, her tongue curling around the hard shaft. Closing his eyes again, Tag got lost in the sensations.

  Gripping the sheets in his hands, he fought the urge to grip her head, hold her to him. He didn’t need to because she wasn’t going anywhere, but fuck, h
e wasn’t sure he could take much more. Without the control, he was nothing and this woman stripped him bare, with just a look, and her touch reduced him to nothing.

  “McKenna.” Fuck, he was going to come, there was no holding back. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned her, in case she expected more from him.

  She didn’t move, just began sucking and stroking that much faster, that much harder, until Tag couldn’t hold on any longer.

  ****

  “What did you think of the article on Luke?” Tag asked Cole several hours later when they met for lunch.

  “I’m impressed, I’ve got to say. That woman managed to make him seem much nicer than he really is.” Cole laughed, but Tag saw the love reflected in his step-brothers eyes.

  “That’s for damn sure.” Tag had been quite impressed himself after reading McKenna’s article before she gave it to Luke for his blessing. After reading it, Tag knew damn well there was no way this couldn’t at least help their cause.

  “How is she doing anyway?” Cole asked.

  “With what?”

  “The exclusive. Luke told me that she figured you guys out and insisted she be given the real tour.”

  That she did. And although Tag wasn’t keen on the idea, he knew he had no choice. She was correct to assume there was something more than the brief introduction she’d received to the private quarters of Club Destiny. And that’s all they really were. The real action was, in fact, in the second club that still had never been mentioned in the media.

  Luke and Logan had been brilliant to come up with a general admission club that would receive the interest of the general public, and they had never denied the additional area sanctioned off for members only above the club. However, the second club, the one without a distinguishable entrance, had never been mentioned.

  Until now.

  McKenna Thorne was too smart for her own good as far as he was concerned. While the issue wasn’t showing her the second club, subjecting her to what went on there was something he wasn’t quite comfortable with. Yet. Not to mention, Samantha, Sierra and Ashleigh didn’t even know about the second club and the men they were with had worked diligently to keep it from them.

  The men weren’t prone to keeping secrets, but there was a sense of possessiveness that came along with their relationships, and from what Tag knew, Luke, Logan, Cole and Alex weren’t interested in sharing them the way it would be expected if they were to show up there.

  Now Tag had been backed into a corner.

  “I’m not sure how I’m going to work that one out yet,” Tag told Cole as they waited for their food.

  “Well, you better come up with something soon.”

  “How’s Sierra doing?” Tag redirected the conversation.

  “Amazing as always.”

  Again, Tag saw the love in Cole’s eyes when he talked about his lover. “I know you aren’t sharing it with anyone, but do you actually know who the baby’s father is?”

  He wasn’t sure why he asked the question, but he had wondered about it ever since Luke and Sierra announced the pregnancy at dinner with the Walker brothers not too long ago.

  Cole didn’t look happy with the question, but to Tag’s surprise, he answered. “We do.”

  Unsure where to go from there Tag glanced around trying to think of something that would be neutral ground for both of them. To his surprise, Cole continued.

  “Do you think Sierra should marry the baby’s father?”

  Tag noticed that his brother wasn’t sharing exactly who the father was.

  “Why?” Tag didn’t understand what the benefit would be, but he understood Cole’s insecurity.

  “Shit, I don’t know.”

  “Have the three of you discussed it?”

  “Not in depth, no. I mentioned it last week, and Sierra got pissed at me.”

  “Do you want her to marry the baby’s father?” Tag didn’t care which one of them was the father because as far as he was concerned, their baby would be more than loved by the three of them. And even if they didn’t have the traditional family, that didn’t mean it was wrong.

  “Not necessarily.”

  “What’s really going on, Cole?” Tag didn’t grow up with Cole, nor had they ever been close like real brothers, but they had become friends over the years and he knew him. There was something truly bothering him.

  “I guess I’m just having a hard time figuring out how it’s all supposed to work. Who does the baby call ‘daddy’?”

  “Both of you?” That was the logical answer to Tag.

  “Does it work like that?”

  “Why wouldn’t it? Same sex couples have children all the time. This wouldn’t be much different. Regardless who the birth father is that doesn’t make either of you less than the other.”

  Cole became instantly fascinated with his beer bottle, and Tag left it at that. He might be able to dish out advice, but admittedly, he didn’t have the first clue what it would actually feel like to be in a relationship as complicated as theirs.

  The only thing he did know, they loved each other. That was clear. And from Tag’s interaction with the trio, he never got the impression that any one of them loved one person more than the other. And as long as they were happy, what the fuck did it matter anyway?

  “I heard you’re meeting with Travis this afternoon,” Cole said when his eyes met Tag’s once more. Shit, at this rate, he was going to have whiplash trying to keep up.

  “Three o’clock,” Tag confirmed. “We’re talking about the resort.”

  “He’s been talking to a couple of the members over the last couple of days.”

  Tag was curious as to which ones, but he didn’t ask. Questioning Cole wasn’t going to get him the answers he needed, nor did he want the McCoy’s to think he was trying to find out inadvertently.

  “That’s what I hear. Sounds like he’s got a couple of additional investors.”

  “Looks like it. I don’t know who they are, but I do know he turned down Stephen Crawford after the man approached him.”

  Tag hadn’t heard that. He fully expected Crawford to approach Travis, but he was a little surprised to learn he turned the interest away.

  “How did he become a member?” Tag heard himself ask the question before he could stop it. He expected to have this conversation with Logan and Luke, not Cole, but now it was out there and there was no way he could take it back.

  “Fuck if I know,” Cole huffed. “Luke won’t tell me shit, and when I asked Logan, he wouldn’t say either. Somethings going on there, I can feel it. I just don’t know what it is.”

  For the remainder of their lunch, Cole’s comment stuck with Tag, and he made a mental note to talk to Luke and Logan as soon as his meeting with Travis was finished.

  ~*~*~

  McKenna was sitting at an empty table in the club working on her laptop and waiting for Tag to be finished with his meeting with Travis. Her interview with Logan went well. Better than well actually. He had invited his wife, and after spending an hour talking to the two of them, McKenna felt as though she had an insider’s view into their lives. It was fascinating, to say the least.

  What surprised her most was Sam’s keen interest in everything. The woman’s appetite for knowledge was insatiable and for part of the interview, McKenna found herself answering more questions than Logan. All in all, it worked out well, and her article was almost finished.

  If she would just focus on what’s in front of her and not her curiosity about what Tag and Travis were discussing behind closed doors, she might just finish it. No matter how hard she tried, McKenna’s brain was set on replay, and the video was of the past few days she’d spent with Tag. Apparently her brain was on sexual overload.

  Maybe it was due to the interview she had with Luke earlier in the week and the way the man openly answered one of her more personal questions as it related to sex. Admittedly, ever since that discussion, she had a difficult time not imagining what it was like to b
e Sierra in the middle of that fantastically hot man sandwich.

  Ménage.

  Not a foreign concept for McKenna, although she would admit to only experiencing at least one in her entire life. But, again, McKenna had done some serious experimenting for a few years and she found many different sexual scenarios that struck her fancy. A threesome was definitely one of them. At the time.

  But for some reason, it didn’t interest her right now. Granted, it wasn’t like she hadn’t given it a fleeting thought or two in recent days. Especially when she had been talking with Tag and Travis, but what red blooded woman wouldn’t at least fantasize about that kind of orgasmic bliss. She was guilty of the passing thought.

  Now... well, McKenna had developed a very personal, very possessive fondness for Tag Murphy. The idea of sharing him or him sharing her didn’t do much for her, which in all honesty, really surprised her. Not that he would feel the same, but McKenna knew that anything more than what they were doing now just wasn’t going to happen.

  She knew from experience and from the stories her readers had told her that it wasn’t about quantity, but rather quality. So, no, she didn’t venture into sexual situations often with a man she didn’t know well. She could admit that her experience was vast, however, the number of partners she had had in her life was not.

  She had questioned herself recently as it pertained to Tag, but McKenna realized she knew a lot more about him than she gave herself credit for. They had shared a few informal discussions prior to their first interlude, and one of those times had been a visit he made to her office, before her article referring to his dungeon. Aside from that, it just felt like there was a connection between the two of them. Something that was possibly even stronger than they were.