“It’s all about you. Always about you.” He whispered the words, then pressed a line of kisses on her lower lip, before he gently bit into the soft flesh. “Now, it’s time you take your punishment. You can’t run from me, baby. You can never run because I won’t give up.”
Nodding her head again, Logan took a step back, readjusted his clothes, tucking his iron hard cock back into his jeans, then zipping them before he took her hand and led her into the house. What he had in store for her tonight was pushing even his own limits.
He’d shared many women, some with Luke, others with Cole. Both men were fully aware of his sexual needs, he just as aware of theirs. He trusted them both with his life, and now he trusted them both with Sam.
They’d never participated in something like this, but tonight was about exploring their deepest, darkest fantasies. He knew his own, and he understood Cole’s. Luke’s, on the other hand, were a little harder to get his mind around.
Before the night was through, they would push past some of their own boundaries, and tomorrow, in the bright light of day, they’d resume their normal lives, continue as though nothing happened though they would all four be game for more.
Logan was sure of it.
Chapter Thirty One
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Once inside, Logan offered Sam a drink as they entered the well-lit kitchen, one that easily rivaled Logan’s. The cabinets were a rich, dark wood, the appliances, stainless steel. The furnishings were masculine and tasteful, and Sam found herself looking around, trying to acquaint herself with the man she knew so elusively.
“What does Luke do for a living?” She found herself asking as Logan pulled a bottle of Vodka from the freezer, going in search of something to mix with it.
“He owns a club.” Logan told her, his words mumbled as he rummaged through the refrigerator.
Sam leaned against the black granite countertop. “Club? As in nightclub?”
Logan was back with a two liter bottle of Sprite and two small glass tumblers. “In a sense.”
Sam turned to look at him. Maybe he didn’t like that she was asking questions about Luke. “What sense?”
“I own a sex club.” Luke stated as he sauntered into the room, his shirt had been discarded somewhere along the way, and Sam couldn’t help herself. She eyed the sleek, hardened muscles of his arms, his chest.
The man was just as beautiful as Logan, if a man could be described as beautiful. How two men, despite their identical DNA, carried themselves the same, even talked the same, was beyond Sam. A lifetime of experience generally denoted a person’s demeanor, yet these brothers were so much alike, it was eerie.
What he said finally registered, and Sam looked up into his eyes, a hint of playfulness mixed with the usual dark, seduction reflected back at her. “Sex club?”
She knew she sounded sheltered and more like a prude than ever before, but Sam didn’t believe sex clubs existed, figured they were only the figment of an erotic author’s imagination.
“That’s right, sweet thing.” Luke agreed, making his way to the refrigerator, pulling out a beer and then leaning against the opposite counter.
“Don’t let him deceive you.” Logan said, handing her a glass before putting the bottles back inside the refrigerator. “Club Destiny is an exclusive, upscale club, membership required.”
“Club Destiny?” Sam didn’t know if they were trying to pull one over on her, yet she found herself intrigued at the idea of an upscale sex club. It helped to explain how both men seemed so comfortable in their own skin, so accepting of their… kinks.
“It was originally called Destined Hearts but, that seemed a bit too – what’s the word I’m looking for?” Logan asked Luke.
“Sweet? Cheesy? You name it. Destined Hearts made it sound like we were some sort of matchmaking service. Once we bought out the club, we immediately changed the name and required exclusivity from our members.”
We? Sam didn’t miss Luke’s reference to him and his brother, and Sam looked at Logan. He owned a sex club? Surely Xavier didn’t know anything about this. And Luke was right, Destined Hearts did sound like some sort of internet dating site. She wouldn’t have figured it to be an upscale sex club. Although Club Destiny didn’t allude to any particular type of establishment, which she figured Luke was probably after in the first place.
“How long have you owned it?”
“Five years.” Luke was quick to respond, glancing over at his brother, then taking a long pull on his beer.
The kitchen got quiet, neither brother offering to share any additional information, and Sam wasn’t in the mood to drag it out of them. She wasn’t sure what to suggest they do, so she downed her drink in two gulps, hoping to soak up some courage, or maybe to take the edge off her nervousness. Either way, with these two men filling the spacious kitchen with their mere presence, Sam was starting to feel the effects of their closeness. Not to mention, there was another man here, and she had no idea where he went.
“Come on. I’ll give you a tour.” Luke offered, taking Sam’s hand, surprising her with his closeness. She glanced at Logan as though seeking approval, but she didn’t see any hint of concern, only hunger, which shot her blood pressure up a notch.
Sam followed Luke out of the kitchen, leaving Logan to refill their drinks. “Your house is beautiful.”
“Thanks.” He grunted, leading her through the massive den, complete with two story ceilings, and one solid stone wall with an oversized fireplace, decorated with what had to be at least a sixty inch flat panel television.
The couches were dark brown, distressed leather, centered at the fireplace, a wrought iron and glass table sat between, atop a chocolate and cream colored rug that didn’t look like it came from a department store.
With each room that Luke took her through, Sam felt more and more out of place. She’d been overwhelmed by Logan’s immaculate home, but Luke’s had her speechless. Apparently, owning a sex club was where the money was at.
When they’d circled around, briefly explaining the common areas, having bypassed all of the bedrooms – on purpose, maybe? – Sam and Luke ended up at the back of the house, where she caught sight of the most beautiful outdoor area she’d ever seen.
The view was breathtaking, and the infinity pool was triple the size of any she’d ever seen, bordered by an in ground spa that overflowed into the pool. The covered area was probably four times the size of her apartment, decked out with a full living area and what appeared to be another full outdoor kitchen.
Men.
It was apparent that when the house had been built, Luke had spared no expense. And she didn’t have any doubt he had built the house and customized it down to every last detail.
The house was a reflection of the man; the vast estate was spacious and lavish, yet not pretentious. Luke seemed comfortable in his home, but he didn’t have an air of conceit.
Maybe that’s what she liked about him most; he was laid back, confident, intensely sexy. It was the dark, dangerous side of him that made her nervous, only because she feared the feelings that he brought out in her.
Logan joined them at the back door a moment later, handing her another glass, as he pressed up against her from behind. “Want to swim?”
The night was dark, but the pool was lit up, both from the lighting from the covered area, as well as some sort of intricate lighted design within the pool itself. Heat settled warm and tingly in her stomach as memories of the first night she’d spent in Logan’s pool, blindfolded and overwhelmed by ecstasy.
Rather than wait for her answer, Luke took her hand, surprising her once again, and led her through the wide glass doors, onto the stone covered patio. She hadn’t heard it from inside, but there was music playing from overhead speakers she couldn’t see, a jazzy, blues mix that rumbled through her core.
Everything about this setting screamed mind blowing orgasms and hours of euphoric ravishing of bodies. Her trepidations from earlier were nowhere to be found, an
d she figured that was partly due to the alcohol, and partly from both Luke and Logan’s ability to make her feel comfortable. There was no pressure, yet there was an underlying promise that singed the air, making her nerves dance, and her heart flutter.
And Logan seemed to be taking a backseat, while Luke was taking the lead. That was a change of pace, and something Sam wasn’t as excited about. Sure, she loved the fact that Logan found immense pleasure in watching as another man seduced her body, tempting her beyond control, but the comfort came from knowing he was the one controlling it. He controlled her, and every ounce of her pleasure.
Tonight, he’d taken a step back for some reason.
The three of them stood silently by the edge of the pool, the sound of the gentle breeze sifting through the massive trees surrounding the property as well as the bubbling of water as it flowed over the edge of the hot tub and into the pool. The music seemed to mesh with the night air, adding background noise, yet not disturbing the peaceful serenity that being outside seemed to bring.
Sam took another sip of her drink, sat it on one of the iron tables close by, wondering if the water was cold, after all, it was October, but in Texas that still meant unusually warm days, and mild nights.
“It’s heated.” The voice was like a drug to her system, the deep, gruff sound raking over her nerve endings, the feel of warm breath near her ear. With her back to both men, she wasn’t quite sure who it was standing directly behind her, but she sensed it was Logan and her heart beat harder.
When he pressed up against her, wrapping his thick, solid arms around her middle, she knew exactly who it was. His touch was gentle, his arms a warm embrace that she had ached for at night, for two long weeks, when she slept in her bed alone.
“I want you naked.” The urgent undertone of his words made her nipples pebble, the lace of her bra an erotic sensation against her oversensitive skin. The sound of the back door opening, then closing again broke the silence of the night, but she didn’t turn around.
Logan lifted the hem of her shirt, bringing it up over her head and tossing it alongside her glass on the table just two feet away. He made quick work of removing her bra, letting the silk and lace slide down her arms, only to be urgently pulled from her grasp and tossed aside, as well.
“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He whispered against her ear, his tongue nipping lightly at her neck. “Your nipples are hard, begging for my touch.”
And they were. The more he made her wait, standing topless, outside in the crisp night air, was doing strange things to her insides. Her body was hot to the touch, her skin too tight, her breasts too sensitive, and she ached to feel masculine hands as they roamed over her body, offering pleasure she had been wrong to try and fight.
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Logan ran his index finger down the silky, soft skin from her neck, over the gentle swell of her breast, stopping to draw circles around her nipple. When she leaned further back against him, he knew she was ready. For the last twenty minutes, they’d tried to ease her mind, offering her comfort while both he and Luke had suppressed their raging hard-ons.
The way she teased him with her wicked hot tongue on the way back to Luke’s, had left him hanging by a thread, leaving him no choice but to put some distance between them.
He’d had mixed feelings about letting Luke go off with her, but his brother seemed to be managing his own arousal better than he was. That likely wasn’t the case anymore. Sam was now topless, still standing in the circle of his arms, but he knew what he’d see if he looked behind him.
Cole Ackerley, one of Club Destiny’s most respected members, was sitting only a few feet away. Cole was an infamous playboy, quite frequently engaging in three and foursomes with other members of the club. Cole was discreet, never discussing his activities inside or outside of the club. He was known for his discretion, but he was also known for his willingness to do almost anything when it came to sexual games. Tonight was about the ‘anything’.
Logan slid his hands down over her taut belly, feeling the slight tremble in her muscles as he slipped under the waistband of her jeans. Popping the button open with his left hand, easing the zipper down, Logan delved the fingers of his right hand further, grazing over her smooth, hairless mound, dipping his middle finger between her delicate folds and letting his fingernail rake over her clit. Sam nearly came off the ground, jerking in his arms, her head thrashing back against his shoulder.
She was primed and ready, probably having spent the better part of the last two weeks dreaming about what he did to her; how he made her body burn, no matter how much she didn’t want to.
“God that’s sweet. The way your clit throbs, how wet you get just from the touch of my fingers.”
“Please, Logan.” She pleaded, gripping his forearm, trying to push his hand further, working to make him increase the friction.
“What baby? What do you want?”
“You.” She groaned out the single word, her hips thrusting forward.
“You’ve got me, baby.” He whispered directly into her ear, loud enough for her ears only. “Now and forever.”
She turned her head to the side, her lips brushing against his, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest. This was the way he wanted her, aching for more, begging for what he could give her. But, the night was still young.
“Touch me, Logan.”
“I am touching you.” He told her, nipping at her lip in return. “But, you’ve been a naughty girl, trying to run from me. From us.”
Her ice green eyes widened, focusing on his face, and he grinned. She might pretend she didn’t know what this night was about, but Logan knew better. Sam was here for him; here for the pleasure she knew he would give her.
Turning her in his arms, Logan lowered himself to his knees, needing to remove her boots so he could slide her jeans down those long, tempting legs. When he did, Sam’s sharp intake of breath told him she realized who was behind them.
She had never met Cole. Until tonight, there had been no reason to introduce her to him, but if Logan had his way, Cole would be frequenting their little escapades. There were unspoken boundaries they’d all set going into this, but Logan knew his own boundaries were much more defined than either Cole or Luke’s.
Tonight was about the shock factor.
Letting Sam understand that what she and Logan had engaged in thus far was mild compared to what others found pleasure in. Luke had a much harder edge than Logan, one that not many knew about, and as for Cole, he had remarkably few limitations when it came to sex, including gender. The man found pleasure in his partners and the act itself, and both Logan and Luke knew this about him. Logan wasn’t interested in men, never had been, wasn’t now. He didn’t get off on watching men together, but he didn’t judge others for what they did or did not do.
Luke, on the other hand, was much more open than Logan. His identical twin brother was dominant and alpha in every way, and there were times when Luke needed someone much stronger than a woman to handle his baser urges. Cole had been the one to handle Luke from time to time, and Logan knew this. Tonight was about showing Sam that she might have wicked thoughts, and erotic urges, but she wasn’t a sexual deviant. And neither was Luke, or even Cole.
Logan wanted her to see that for herself.
After removing one of her boots, Logan shifted to the other, making quick work of the laces and tossing that one to the side. He then reached up, placing his hands flat on her naked chest, then running his palms down over her breasts, not lingering the way he knew she wanted, instead continuing to move down her torso, then gripping the waistband of her jeans and slowly lowering the soft, faded denim down over her long, smooth legs.
Once the jeans were tossed aside, he slipped her socks from her feet, moving back up her body, placing wet kisses around her navel, reveling in the feel of her slender fingers as they tightened in his hair.
She was on full display for Luke and Cole, both men standing only a few
feet away. Logan didn’t have any problems with initiating this interlude; he never had problems with an audience. It was one of his few idiosyncrasies, aside from taking pleasure in watching another man pleasure his woman. He’d come to terms with his darker urges, and he hoped tonight Sam would come to terms with hers.
Spreading her thighs with his hands, Logan dropped open mouthed kisses just below her navel, over her mound, before spreading her labia, opening her to him. Looking up at her, he saw the firestorm brewing in the iridescent green, making them almost glow in the dim light.
“You like being watched.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. She was hotter than a forest fire, and the look in her eyes told him she wanted more.
Tonight was all about her, but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet. He would tease her, sending her to perch on the precipice of need, but before he sent her over… he’d make her watch.
Chapter Thirty Two
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Logan slid his tongue through her soft, wet folds, the sweet taste of her going right to his loins. Sam was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. When she gripped his hair, pulling harder at the strands until pain shot through his skull, Logan delved deeper but only for a second. He pulled back, making her whimper, standing to his full height and looking down at her.
God she was gorgeous; soft, feminine curves and smooth, creamy skin. Holding back was going to kill him. But he was willing to sacrifice himself in order to show her how hot things could seriously get. Taking her hand, he led her to the edge of the hot tub. He shucked his shirt, but left his jeans on before taking a seat on the stone ledge, pulling her down onto his lap, her back to his chest.
“Spread your legs.” He demanded, pulling her back so that the ridge of his denim covered cock nestled between the firm globes of her naked ass. He perched her legs on top of his, opening her to the hungry gaze of both Luke and Cole.
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