Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel

by Nicole Edwards

  These people, the ones who depended on Luke and Logan to safeguard them so they could indulge in behavior frowned upon by many, although not in any way illegal, had turned their back on him at a time when he needed support. Neither, Luke or Logan had expected it, but nonetheless, Luke seemed to be having a difficult time dealing with the knowledge.

  “I’ve asked Travis Walker to attend today because I want him to understand up front exactly what it is he is risking. Alluring Indulgence is going to change the industry as we know it and everyone in this room had the opportunity to get in on the ground floor.”

  Tag stood up straight as he moved around to the back of the room, needing to be closer to McKenna. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when she was around, she managed to settle him in ways he hadn’t thought possible. Although, he wasn’t sure he was the one who needed settling at the moment.

  “What are you saying Luke?” someone in the crowd asked.

  Luke glanced over at Cole, then back at Logan before once again returning his gaze to the crowd in front of him. “I’m saying that as of today, I’m closing the doors of Club Destiny.”

  Tag stood motionless. He had no idea what to think. He definitely hadn’t seen that one coming.

  Chapter Forty Two

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  “McKenna?” Tag called her name from somewhere in the house, and McKenna finished what she was doing before going in search of him. Didn’t the man realize they had a party to get ready for?

  “Do you need help picking out a... well, hello.” She smiled when she walked into Tag’s bedroom because what she found there was sinfully delicious.

  Standing before her in a pair of tight, black boxer briefs and an upper body hardened and covered with glorious ink, was the most intensely sexy man she had ever met. As it would seem, it didn’t matter how many times she saw him, McKenna still wanted him with an aching, relentless hunger.

  “Keep looking at me like that and this is going to be a different kind of party,” Tag growled, his vivid green eyes instantly turning inky dark with his restrained need.

  “Yeah? I might be able to get into that?” she said as she moved closer.

  McKenna made the mistake of touching him because the instant her fingers grazed his smooth, hot skin, they tingled with awareness and immediately the rest of her body caught up, begging for the same satisfaction.

  “McKenna.”

  She heard his warning, but chose to ignore it because she just couldn’t help herself. Touching him was beyond intoxicating, and she wanted nothing more than to get drunk on him.

  The little voices in her head warned her that they would have company soon, but she just couldn’t find it in herself to care. She had to have him, and she had to have him right now.

  Easing around so that she was standing in front of him, McKenna trailed the outline of one of his tattoos with her finger before following the connecting lines that led to others down the center of his stomach. She didn’t linger, just simply lowered herself to her knees as she let her finger slip into the waistband of his sexy underwear before pulling them down slowly, releasing his thick, steel hard erection.

  She took a moment to look at him, to absorb every minute detail of his cock, wanting nothing more than to take him into her mouth and pleasure him. Little did Tag know, but McKenna enjoyed giving him head as much as he enjoyed getting it. Maybe more. Not that she would tell him that because there were days he liked to restrain her from getting what she wanted, but so far, he hadn’t stopped her from going down on him.

  Glancing up the long, muscular length of his body, McKenna stopped when their eyes met. He wasn’t smiling. No, he was too turned on to smile, she knew. There was a hard edge to him that she’d seen before, the same one that made her panties wet and her clit throb for his attention. When he looked at her like that, McKenna longed to be taken by him in ways only Tag could take her.

  “We will have guests arriving any second,” Tag told her, but his eyes deceived his warning as they moved to her mouth.

  “Then they can watch,” she answered before using the tip of her tongue to trace the crest of his swollen cock.

  The growl she received in reply made her pussy clench, but she ignored her own body’s needs because right now, this wasn’t about her. This was about the man she loved and her attempt to push him over the edge.

  Using one hand to stroke the satiny soft length of him, McKenna wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked while flicking her tongue down the slit, instantly receiving Tag’s answering groan of ecstasy she’d been searching for.

  When he slid his fingers through her hair, gently guiding her head until he was sliding his cock deep in her mouth, slowly at first, McKenna gave some of her control up. She loved when he did that – took control because he knew her in ways no one else did.

  “Fuck, baby,” Tag groaned as he began thrusting more adamantly, placing his other hand on her head to hold her completely still. “Put your hands down.”

  McKenna released his shaft after one final stroke, dropping her hands to her side. Looking up at him, she let him see every ounce of her need for him in her eyes. She had learned that she didn’t need to tell him what she wanted, he just knew.

  “I’m going deep,” he warned her as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat before he pulled out again. He repeated the action numerous times, continuing to go slow, but going deeper and deeper each time.

  McKenna knew there was no way she could take him fully into her mouth because he was too big, but she didn’t mind trying. To see the sensual satisfaction on his rugged face as he concentrated on going deeper while holding onto his control at the same time made her pussy spasm.

  She knew they had to hurry, but she wasn’t going to rush him because these moments were what she lived for.

  ~*~*~

  Tag had called McKenna into the bedroom because he wanted her to pick out a tie, but instead he found himself fucking her mouth with slow, torturous strokes, luxuriating in the feel of her soft lips and her smooth tongue wrapped around his cock.

  He learned quickly that McKenna enjoyed doing this to him, tormenting him with her wicked ways, but he found he couldn’t tell her no most of the time. With such exquisite precision, she somehow managed to coax his release from him and he found himself daydreaming about this exact thing. Only in his fantasies, she was on her knees with her hands bound behind her, naked and just as damn horny as he was.

  She was horny all right, but there was no way they had time for more than this. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to trap her somewhere later and show her just what it felt like when he lifted up that short, tease of a skirt and buried his tongue deep in her pussy.

  Holding her head still and trying to keep from coming too quickly, Tag continued to drive his throbbing dick deep in her mouth, listening to her soft moans.

  “I love seeing my cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth,” he groaned, not sure how much longer he could hold out.

  A subtle sound drew Tag’s attention to the bedroom door. He wasn’t all that surprised to see Travis Walker standing there, which told Tag more than he wanted to know. He didn’t let his eyes linger because for some reason, knowing the man was watching McKenna blow him with such brutal enthusiasm only made him that much hotter. It didn’t get by him that Travis had an agenda all his own, and from what Tag could tell, the man was trying to tempt him. Him and McKenna.

  For now, Tag wasn’t interested in sharing this woman. He wasn’t sure he ever would be interested, but he couldn’t guarantee that the day would never come, and he was pretty sure Travis knew that.

  “Aw, fuck, baby,” Tag groaned when McKenna’s mouth applied the sweetest suction. “Your mouth is so fucking sweet, so fucking hot. Shit yes! Suck me, McKenna. I need to come in your mouth.”

  Tag drove into her mouth with shallow strokes, trying his damnedest to hang on because their audience was still present, still standing in the doorway, shamelessly wit
nessing as McKenna proceeded to blow his mind.

  Gripping her hair painfully hard, Tag stilled, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his seed emptying down her throat as she continued to stare up at him with just as much satisfaction in her eyes as the man standing in the doorway.

  Two hours later, Tag was standing in a small group, McKenna by his side while Cole and Luke carried on about something wildly inappropriate, but a story everyone seemed to be listening to.

  “Have you decided what you’re doing with the club?” Travis asked when the laughter had died down.

  All eyes turned to Luke as they waited to see what he would say. Tag honestly didn’t expect Luke to say anything because for the last week, he’d been hell bent on being furious which only made him stick to his decision to close down the club.

  “We don’t know yet,” Logan interrupted as he walked up to the group. “We haven’t talked about it much.”

  “Do you really think closing it down is the right thing to do?” McKenna asked innocently.

  At the same time, Luke said, “yes”, Logan said, “no” and Tag knew they were in disagreement, but surprisingly, Logan wasn’t pushing either way. Tag figured he was just as pissed off at the members of the club for Samantha nearly having to take the fall. Considering it turned out certain members were being blackmailed at Sam’s expense, didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

  It was a risk they all took choosing to belong to such a risqué club, but now that Susan Toulmin had ceased her personal attack, things were calming down somewhat. Not to mention, Stephen Crawford was once again laying low. If Tag had to guess, that was probably due more to Chance Reed’s interference than anything else.

  “Have you thought about opening the club somewhere else?” McKenna questioned. Considering she was a journalist, they had all come to expect her to keep the conversation rolling.

  “We’ve thought about it,” Luke grumbled. “Not an idea I’m fond of.”

  Tag didn’t think the idea was necessarily a good one either. Club Destiny had shut its doors to the private members club only, not the general public club. Considering they were still on the front page of nearly every newspaper in the city, their popularity had only increased. Everyone wanted to visit the place that was in the news, and although no one truly knew what went on behind those double doors on the second floor, they didn’t seem to mind.

  “I think we should do the story we talked about,” McKenna told Luke.

  Tag watched the other man as he stared back at McKenna. Ever since Luke made the decision to close the doors, he had refused to sign off on McKenna’s exclusive. As much as it hurt her that Luke wasn’t interested right now, she hadn’t pushed it any further. She seemed to understand where he was coming from, and Tag did too. If nothing else, through all of this, he learned one thing – you hold on to what’s important to you, protect it with your life, and anyone who doesn’t like it can go to Hell.

  Luke didn’t answer, simply nodded his head as though he might consider it and then turned and walked away. Cole followed as did Logan, leaving only Travis and McKenna standing beside him.

  Tag hadn’t yet said anything to Travis, nor did he reveal what had happened to McKenna. He had a feeling she knew, but she hadn’t mentioned anything either. He didn’t know if that was more for his benefit, or hers. When she squeezed his hip, her arm hidden around his waist beneath his suit jacket, Tag realized exactly how aware she actually was.

  Apparently, the gentle squeeze was her warning for what was about to come out of her mouth because what she said next blew Tag’s mind.

  “So, I take it you like to watch?” Her voice was calm and smooth, and her facial expression belied the way her hand tightened even more on Tag’s hip.

  She was turned on by the idea. Holy shit.

  Travis at least had the decency to look somewhat ashamed, but more than that, he looked amused. “When it’s as hot as that, I don’t mind at all.”

  McKenna pulled her arm from around his waist and smiled up at him before she turned back to Travis. “Well, if you boys could get over your macho bullshit, you never know what might happen." With that, she sauntered off, leaving both Tag and Travis staring after her.

  “Don’t even think about it, Walker,” Tag laughed before downing the rest of his beer.

  After managing to suppress the hard on threatening to have him taking McKenna to the first available place with enough privacy, Tag decided he’d better wait a little while. Without another word, he and Travis returned to the house, and the instant Tag stepped inside, he heard the greetings that rang out. Apparently someone else had decided to join the party.

  Tag still didn’t know what the party was for, but according to McKenna – and the other women – they just needed something to look forward to. Nothing fancy, nothing formal. However, when Tag agreed, he hadn’t realized they’d use his house. He didn’t really mind that either. It seemed to make McKenna happy, and as it turned out, that’s what he lived for.

  “Travis, come over here, I’d like you to meet someone,” Logan called from a group of people standing close to the newcomer.

  Tag couldn’t see past the big men blocking the view, but he continued over to the group right alongside Travis. As much as he hated it, he was still trying to be a good host. For McKenna’s sake of course. Granted, he’d much rather sneak her off into another room and do something much more satisfying, but that would have to wait.

  At least a little while longer.

  “Travis,” Logan said as the group parted, “I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of the temporarily disbanded club.” The group around them laughed, and then Logan continued, “Chance Reed meet Travis Walker. If you like our club, you’re going to want to get to know this man personally.”

  Tag noticed the sudden change on Chance’s face as Travis moved closer. There was recognition, and although Tag couldn’t see Travis’ face, he noticed the man’s sudden stillness. Travis knew of the man, although they apparently hadn’t met. Travis had been present during one of their conversations recently, and despite Tag’s reluctance to have him in on all of the Club Destiny secrets, Logan and Luke didn’t have any issues considering he was their new business partner.

  “Chance Reed, huh?” Travis’ deep, southern drawl broke through the murmurs and had all eyes turning toward him. “Interesting, considering all this time I thought your name was Gage Matthews.”

  Epilogue

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  “Does it look as good as you thought it would?” Tag asked, sitting in a chair beside her as she glanced over the published article she had put together for Luke.

  McKenna was happy with it.

  She should be, considering she had spent the last two weeks working on it. As it would turn out, Luke and Logan McCoy weren’t as easy to write about as she originally thought.

  “I wish they could’ve told me more,” McKenna answered, looking up at him briefly before returning her gaze to her tablet computer.

  Ever since her brief articles on Club Destiny came out, Sensations, Inc. had been overwhelmed with interest on the bad boy club owners and the decision to close the doors. So much so, McKenna had been hard pressed not to put something together.

  Due to Luke’s abrupt closing of Club Destiny, McKenna had found it necessary to sit back down with him. She’d been fortunate that he agreed, as did Logan.

  “Are we done?” Tag asked, causing McKenna to look up.

  “Done,” the man said.

  “Looks like it’s your turn, darlin’,” Tag stated, standing up and moving toward her. “What do you think?”

  McKenna couldn’t hide the smile. Staring at the vivid ink, shiny from the layer of ointment the man had put on Tag’s side, she still couldn’t believe her eyes. He’d mentioned wanting to get another tattoo, but she hadn’t expected this, and quite frankly, she’d tried to talk him out of it at first. There, in a very intricate black font: The red haired vixen belongs to me.

  App
arently that’s the nickname he’d given her over the course of the last few months, and he insisted on having it added.

  Now it was her turn, and as she stared down at the picture the tattoo artist had drawn up, McKenna was excited about her very first tattoo. It was the same symbol Tag had tattooed near his collarbone. After some research, she found it referred to as Serch Bythol, which is formed by using two triskeles that join to create a circle representing an everlasting circle of eternity.

  As far as she was concerned, it represented them perfectly, and although Tag hadn’t known his reason for getting it at the time, he told her that it was obviously a sign of what was to come.

  Two people joined in mind, body, and spirit, in everlasting love.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

  Club Destiny...

  Where do they go from here?

  By: McKenna Thorne

  Deemed as Dallas’ very own bad boys of the sex industry, Luke and Logan McCoy have successfully established what so many could only dream about. Not only are they the owners of Club Destiny, the hottest nightspot in the city, they’ve also managed to create one of the most sought after fetish clubs, not to mention, keep it entirely on the down low.

  At thirty nine years old, the identical twins have successfully managed to establish themselves as two of the most prominent members of society – even if they put the “sex” in sexy. Although they look exactly the same, don’t let that fool you. These two men couldn’t be more different if they tried.

  Luke seems to have settled down quite nicely with Sierra Sellers – his wife as he refers to her, although they are not officially married – and Cole Ackerley – the man Luke refers to as his husband. That’s right, ladies, this man is well spoken for. And don’t go having dirty thoughts about Logan, because I’ve had the pleasure of meeting his wife. She’s a protective little thing.