Fucking hell!
Luke didn’t hesitate as he resituated himself between Cole’s thighs, yanking his jeans down below his knees, his broad torso forcing his thighs apart as his mouth came down on his cock. Cole slid his hand into Luke’s hair, staring down at the man swallowing his dick, lapping at him until he wasn’t sure he could breathe from the intensity of it.
“Fuck yes. Suck me harder,” Cole ordered, applying the slightest amount of pressure to Luke’s head, holding him until the head of his dick was pressing against Luke’s throat. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Cole didn’t want it to end. He wasn’t ready to come yet, but Luke wasn’t giving him much choice. If he had a say, he’d sit there and watch Luke bathe his cock in heat for hours, fucking his skilled mouth for all he was worth. Unfortunately, Luke had other ideas in mind as he used one hand to squeeze his balls, the other to grip the base of his dick, sliding him deep as he swallowed hard.
“Oh fuck! Fucking hell!” Cole threw his head back as his orgasm ripped loose, his entire body going rigid as he came down Luke’s throat.
By the time the world stopped spinning, Luke was once again kneeling over him, his mouth just inches away.
“One of these days, you might just ask for what you really want,” Luke whispered, and slammed his mouth down on his. Cole reached up, gripping his head, pulling him close as he thrust his tongue inside, tasting himself in Luke’s mouth.
One day, Cole might just ask.
He just hoped like hell Luke knew what he was committing to.
Chapter Eleven
“How did you talk me into this again?” Luke questioned Cole, not necessarily expecting an answer.
“I’m pretty sure Trent is the one who convinced you, not me,” Cole answered, his eyes on the road as they headed south on the interstate to some God forsaken little town that supposedly had a property for sale that Trent felt would be the perfect place for the club.
Only Luke hadn’t decided what he was going to do at this point. It did seem as though Cole was onboard with the idea of splitting up the nightclub and the fetish club, but no matter how much he wanted to move forward with a new club, it still felt like starting over. He was too fucking old to start over at this point. Hell, he was going to be a father in just a few weeks, which meant he clearly didn’t have time to be worried about getting a club off the ground.
“Is someone meeting us there?” Cole asked, checking his blind spot in the mirror before changing lanes.
Hell, they were almost there. “Supposedly.” Luke didn’t know much about this guy, but Trent had vouched for him. Some prominent land developer who obviously had more money than sense. According to the information he received, this guy was looking to invest in the club. Luke hadn’t even known he was looking for investors, but Trent obviously was.
“This guy got a name?” Cole asked, and Luke realized he was just trying to make conversation.
So, his foul mood was apparent.
It wasn’t necessarily that he was in a bad mood, he just was too tired to deal with this shit at the moment. He’d rather be at home, a place he had finally managed to spend more than an hour at a time in the last two weeks. After convincing Kane to fill in more at the bar, handling most of what Luke had been handling, he’d found some free time on his hands. Better yet, he was finally getting to spend time with Sierra.
Unfortunately, Alex had been running Cole all over the fucking state, which meant he wasn’t home nearly as much as they’d all like. Luke was just about to the point he was going to have a talk with McDermott. If he were smart, he’d just have a conversation with Cole. If Luke was going to take on a new venture, he would much rather do it with Cole by his side. Permanently.
“Boone,” Luke answered, glaring out the window. “Where the hell is this place?” Cole chuckled, and Luke turned to look at him. “What the fuck are you laughing at?”
“You. You need to calm down. We’re just going to check it out. It doesn’t mean you have to buy the place. Who knows, it might be just what you’re looking for.”
“I’m not willing to make any decisions until Logan can see it,” Luke told him. He’d tried to get Logan to meet them, but his twin had an urgent meeting he had to attend. As if Luke believed him. He wasn’t an idiot. He had heard Sam in the background and Luke knew what type of meeting Logan was going for. One that required him to be naked.
“Is that it?” Luke asked a few minutes later when they pulled into the parking lot of an ultra-modern commercial building surrounded by rolling hills. It looked almost like a compound with the eight foot stone wall surrounding the place, equipped with its very own electronic gate.
“If the address you gave me is correct, this is it.” Cole drove the truck up to the electronic keypad and entered the code that Trent had supplied them with that morning.
Moments later, the intricate wrought iron gate slid open, allowing them to enter.
There was a sleek, black Lexus parked in the small visitors parking in the front and Cole pulled up in the space next to it.
“What do you think so far?” Cole asked as they exited the truck and moved around to the front of the vehicle.
Luke wanted to say he was impressed. Considering the entire building was made of glass, he had to wonder exactly how this would work for them, considering they were in the business of being discreet. Windows, at least in his opinion, did not do much to keep curious eyes from peering in.
“I’m not sure the glass is going to work,” he admitted, realizing his bad mood had followed him out of the truck. When he started to move toward the building, he was pulled up short when Cole gripped his arm, effectively stopping him.
Luke turned to face his lover, waiting as patiently as he could for the tongue lashing he was sure to get. When Cole leaned in, pulling him close and pressing his lips to his, Luke inhaled slowly.
“Keep an open mind,” Cole whispered. “This decision is entirely up to you. Don’t forget that. I’ll give you my opinion, as always, but you know I support you, regardless.”
Cole’s words soothed him, his lips did as well. With his gaze pinned on Cole’s, Luke forced a smile and a nod. He knew Cole supported him, just another in the long list of reasons why he was in love with the man.
“Let’s get this over with,” Luke barked, doing his best to remember Cole’s words.
When they reached the main entrance, Luke opened the door, allowing Cole to enter first, and braced himself for what was to come. He wanted to have an open mind, but more than that, he wanted to have a conversation with Cole. Asking the man to go into business with him, officially, was the only thing he could think about. Before he could act on that, footsteps sounded on the concrete floor, and Luke looked around at the vast, empty warehouse space until he noticed the source of the sound.
Coming toward them was a man. A rather imposing figure, dressed head to toe in one of those expensive ass suits like Tag Murphy favored. This man reeked of money and power.
When the man reached them, he held out his arm and Luke immediately returned the gesture, shaking the proffered hand.
“Xander Boone,” the man said by way of introduction.
“Luke McCoy,” he replied and then Cole did the same.
“Trent’s told me a lot about the two of you,” Xander stated firmly in a no-nonsense rough baritone that echoed through the cavernous warehouse space. “What do you think?”
Luke almost made a smart ass comment, but he held it in, letting his gaze roam the area and then back over Xander. Standing at six-foot-five in bare feet, it wasn’t every day that Luke met a man taller than him. Xander probably had an inch or two on him, and he was built more like a professional athlete than what one would expect of a business man. Luke wasn’t bulky the way Cole was, but Xander had some serious bulk beneath that fancy ass suit. His dark brown hair was perfectly styled, his light green eyes gave nothing away, and his strong, square jaw reflected no tension. All in all, Xander was an impressive man and cl
early used to being in charge when it came to business. Intimidating almost.
Almost.
“Trent said you were looking to sell this place,” Luke began, glancing around.
From where he stood, Luke liked what he saw. It was a warehouse that had essentially received a modern overhaul. The floors were stained concrete, dark, chocolate brown with cream marbled through them that had seen a significant amount of wear over the years. The walls were constructed of glass windows. Top to bottom and on all four sides. In the center of the space was a square box of cement block walls that he assumed contained the restrooms since there weren’t any other enclosures within the warehouse.
“I previously leased it out to a call center, but they went out of business and went bad on the lease. No surprise there. I’m in the process of letting go of some of my properties, and I figured this would be a good one. As you probably noticed, it’s a little far out.”
Luke did notice that. In fact, it was quite a ways from their house, which meant that Luke would be spending a significant amount of time traveling if they did purchase it. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that idea.
“Only one floor, although I don’t think you’d have issues adding another, or even an additional section on top of that structure,” Xander stated, referring to the enclosed area Luke had been checking out.
“How much did Trent tell you about what I’m looking for?” Luke had to ask the question because he had a feeling this guy knew more than he would’ve expected.
“Enough,” Xander stated, meeting Luke’s gaze head on. “I’m aware of the fetish club. I needed to know in order to find an appropriate property.”
“Then you’ll understand my concern with all of the windows,” Luke added, moving farther into the space.
Plenty of ideas ran through his head, and he wished Sierra was there. He fully intended to get her help if they decided to move forward with another club. She knew what he liked, knew what he was looking for, and now that she had been to The Club, she could understand what he had in mind.
“The exterior windows are mirrored. They’re also backlit with fiber optics, which means when the shutters close,” Xander lifted a remote and hit a button, “from the outside, it will appear that there are lights on inside. It affords complete privacy, which I expected to be important.”
Definitely important, and an intriguing concept. The electronic shutters slid into place, blocking out all natural light at the same time the overhead lights clicked on with a gentle hum.
“What do you think?” Luke asked Cole, turning to face him.
“I like the concept,” he stated noncommittally.
That’s what Luke was looking for from Cole. He knew if Cole didn’t approve, he would’ve said as much. However, his statement told him that he could see this working for them.
“I’ll need to bring my brother by to see the place before I will consider anything more.” Luke turned, giving the area another once over.
“Here,” Xander said, holding out a set of keys along with the remote. “Feel free to stop by whenever you want. Let me know what you think, and I’ll stop by the club to pick them up when you’re ready. If, at that time, you feel as though this place’ll work for you, I’d like to talk about a few other things as well.”
The three of them were quiet for a minute as Luke took the keys and moved around the perimeter of the warehouse trying to envision how this would work.
“I’ll send over the specs, and all the information that I have on the property for the two of you to review. Just let me know one way or the other,” Xander added, sounding as though he didn’t care which way Luke’s decision went. Not much of a salesman, that was for sure. Or quite possibly, better than most.
Deciding he’d seen enough, Luke turned toward the main door, falling into step beside Cole. He would call Logan to let him know. At this point, if this decision was going to go in Trent’s favor, Luke liked the idea of the space. His only concern was the location. He’d have to talk that one out with Sierra and Cole. Then again, this wasn’t his decision to make. They were just as much a part of his decisions these days.
He was lucky in that regard, because, until them, he’d had no one to answer to.
He much preferred it this way.
Chapter Twelve
“Luke?” Sierra said when Luke grumbled a greeting.
“Baby? Are you ok?” Luke asked, and Sierra heard the panic in his tone, which made her smile. He’d clearly been expecting this phone call.
“That depends,” she replied, gripping the door handle of the Escalade as Cole drove.
“On?”
“Whether or not you’re ready to be a daddy.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Luke’s growl sounded a lot like Cole had just a short while ago when she told him she was pretty sure the baby was coming. “Where are you?”
“Cole is taking me to the hospital,” she answered, gripping the door handle and holding a protective arm across her protruding belly instinctively. “You might want to hurry.”
Sierra wasn’t sure she’d ever been in so much pain in her entire life. She was grateful that Cole was by her side, holding her hand as they rushed to the hospital while she listened to Luke on the other end of the phone. She could tell he was in a panic, and she honestly didn’t want to worry him, but knowing Luke, he wouldn’t listen to her anyway.
“Baby, I’m on my way now. Don’t hang up.” Luke’s desperation was palpable, reverberating through the phone. “How far apart are the contractions?” he asked.
“Three minutes,” she told him calmly.
Cole glanced her way, announcing loudly in hopes that Luke would hear that they were less than that at this point, but she managed to cover the phone as she laughed. She didn’t need Luke having a wreck on his way to the hospital. He sounded as though he were running as it was.
The contractions were actually about two and a half minutes apart, but her water was still intact and she hoped that it would remain that way until they reached the hospital. Cole had calmly called the doctor, informing her of the status of the contractions, and they were told that if they made it to less than three minutes and they were consistent, to go on over to the hospital. Sierra smiled as she remembered how Cole paced the floor, asking her every few seconds whether she was having another one.
She wondered whether it was normal to be scared. Or maybe she was just anxious. Either way, her heart was beating like she’d run a marathon when in actuality, Cole had practically carried her to the car. But, there was a nervous flutter in her tummy to go along with the rapid thump in her chest, so she was pretty sure she was just nervous.
Luke’s voice came back as he yelled at Kane. Sierra only could imagine what the other man was thinking at the moment.
“Baby, are you there?” Luke asked.
“I’m here,” she whispered, gritting her teeth as another contraction took hold. “Please hurry, Luke.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
As it turned out, five minutes were actually more like ten, but Sierra stopped counting as soon as Cole pulled up to the emergency room doors, leaving the truck running as he practically leaped out of the vehicle while it was still in motion. Sierra tried not to laugh, which wasn’t all that difficult with the pain from the last contraction still fresh in her mind.
By the time they made it to labor and delivery, Luke was by their side, sweat dotting his forehead and his beautiful brown-green eyes appearing slightly dazed and confused.
It wasn’t until she was situated in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines that Luke and Cole both finally managed to calm down. Well, that was only partially true. It was after the nurse gave Luke a glare that pretty much told him not to push his luck, or she’d be happy to escort him right out of the room. Not that he would’ve allowed it, but Sierra knew Luke realized his hysteria wasn’t going to benefit any of them.
Ten long, incredibly painful hours later, Sierra was
holding their baby girl against her chest.
It no longer mattered that the doctor had opted to get her rest in between checking in with the nurse on her progress, only having shown up twice during the long, drawn out process throughout the night.
All of the pain, both from the contractions and the giant needle they shoved in her back – an epidural they called it – were a thing of the past.
The fact that Luke had turned a not so attractive shade of green there for a few minutes or that Sierra had nearly broken Cole’s fingers during the last push weren’t important anymore.
The perfect tiny body lying against her breast was now the only thing that Sierra could focus on. She was beyond perfect. So tiny, yet she had her daddy’s temper and no qualms about expressing herself, and not at all happy about being extracted from her warm little cocoon.
Cole and Luke were both standing at the head of the bed, one on either side, each leaning over to peer down at their little girl. Sierra was pretty sure her heart wouldn’t be able to expand much more than it was already without bursting.
The next few minutes were a blur of movement, the nurse taking the baby, cleaning her up as the doctor finished the process of taking care of things down south. Cole and Luke both opted to follow the nurse, standing there like two kids in a candy store, eyeing the one thing they’d longed for more than anything.
With heavy lids, Sierra tried to stay awake, but the exhaustion was quickly pulling her under. The last thing she saw right before she gave in to sleep was Luke pulling Cole up next to him, their fingers cautiously linking between them. Sierra’s heart took a major tumble one last time before she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
~~*~~
Cole felt the breath rush from his lungs the instant Luke’s hand made contact with his. The last ten hours had been a complex mix of so many emotions, Cole wasn’t sure which way was up at the moment. Having Luke by his side suddenly helped ease some of the weight that had been steadily growing heavier on his chest for the last few hours. That and the fact that their baby girl was just as perfect as he imagined she would be and according to what he could tell, based on the reactions from the doctor and nurses, healthy as well.
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