Addicted (Club Destiny #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  Addicted

  A Club Destiny Novella

  Nicole Edwards

  Copyright © 2012 by Nicole Edwards

  All rights reserved.

  Addiction – A Club Destiny Novella is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book may not be resold or redistributed without the express consent of the author.

  Cover Photo: © Branislav Ostojic | Dreamstime.com

  Chapter One

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  “So let me get this straight.” Sam trailed her fingernail down the center of Logan’s chest, enjoying the way his breath caught when she went just past his sexy as hell belly button. “You want to bring another man into our bed.”

  Trailing her finger back up, through the soft, dark hair spattered on his chest, she veered to the right and let her nail scrape gently over his nipple.

  “That’s what I’m saying.” He confirmed although he didn’t sound nearly as confident as Sam was used to.

  This was the man who had ordered her pleasure back when Logan included his twin brother Luke in their little soirees. Since Luke had to go off and fall in love, Sam and Logan had shared some intimate conversations about who they might be able to invite to join them in the future, but had yet to venture past the talking point. Tonight she’d been the one to bring it up.

  “And you’ve already selected someone?” She asked as she maneuvered her body so she was leaning on one elbow while still teasing him with her hand.

  This time when she trailed down his chest, she dipped her finger into his navel before exploring a little lower, her hand brushing ever so slightly against the swollen head of his penis.

  “Sam.” Logan’s voice had lowered an octave or two in warning, but Sam didn’t mind. This was what she lived for.

  “Yes?” She asked innocently, turning her palm against the mushroomed head and wiping the moisture from the tip.

  Sitting up fully, Sam took it upon herself to remove the t-shirt she was wearing, swiftly slipping it over her head and tossing it to the floor.

  “You were telling me about this man you were going to invite. Is he as hot as you are?” She asked, not actually caring but doing her best to get her husband worked up.

  “I couldn’t tell you that.” Logan sucked in a breath when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, the feel of satin coated steel beneath her palm.

  “Sure you can.” She said as she glided her hand up and then down, barely gripping him. He liked when she teased him, and more importantly, Sam liked what came after.

  It might have taken her longer than was necessary to end up in Logan’s bed permanently, but since the moment she said, “I do”, she’d thrown caution to the wind. Despite the fact that they didn’t have any more rendezvous with another man, the sex was still off the charts explosive as far as she was concerned.

  Leaning over, Sam straddled Logan’s hips, letting her bare breasts brush against the silky hair on his chest, her nipples puckering from the sensation. Rubbing against him had become one of her favorite pastimes, and quite frankly, she’d begun to wonder if she was a cat in another life.

  “Tell me, Logan.” Sam encouraged as she scooted further up his body – not down like he would have preferred – until she was straddling his chest and her breasts were inches from his mouth.

  Lowering one sensitive tip to his lips, she locked her eyes with his, loving how the hazel depths swirled with uncontrolled hunger. When he latched onto her breast with his mouth, it was her turn to suck in air while her body caught fire.

  “Oh God!” It was too good. The feel of his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple before sucking harder than she would have thought she liked. “So good.”

  Sam had learned all of the things her husband liked over the last few months, and she knew how much he enjoyed when she gave him a verbal play by play of how he made her feel.

  “Suck harder.” She encouraged him, and the flare of pain that flashed from her nipple to her clit proved she had wandered over to the dark side in recent months.

  Pulling her breast from his mouth, Sam switched to the other side, watching as his lips slid around her nipple before applying an equal amount of tender loving care to it. She didn’t allow him as much time to play because honestly, she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold out if he kept it up.

  “Sam.” His voice was rich and dark with passion, and she knew he was holding on to the very last thread of his control.

  “Yes?” She asked again, knowing he was going to get frustrated with her any minute now.

  “Honey,” he tried for sweet, but failed miserably, “if you don’t untie me from this fucking bed, I’m going to break the goddamn headboard.”

  Grinning, Sam slid down his body once more, making sure he felt exactly how wet he’d made her in the last few minutes. And yes, she wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow she managed to tie him to the bed. It was a wicked fantasy that was proving to be so much hotter than she originally anticipated.

  “I’m not finished with you yet.” She hadn’t been able to convince him to let her tie his legs to the bed, so she was able to use that to her advantage, pushing them wider as she slid off of his body into position between his thighs.

  Once again she gripped his erection, ever so slowly sliding her hand over his velvety shaft, enjoying the way he pulsed and throbbed beneath her touch.

  “Do you want me to do this?” She asked seductively as she tilted her head down and placed a soft kiss on the engorged head.

  “Baby.” Logan growled. “I’m not playing with you anymore.”

  “Well, actually I’m the one playing.” Sam retorted before slipping her tongue across the slit of his penis, her eyes watching him as he watched her. “Or would you prefer that I do this?” She asked before sliding her lips over the smooth head, sucking gently as she pulled him into her mouth.

  For the next few minutes, Sam focused on ravishing him with her tongue, using her teeth on occasion to gently scrape the underside which once again had him trying to break free of his bonds.

  “Don’t you do it.” He warned.

  Sam chuckled, keeping his cock in her mouth, letting the vibrations wash over him. Oh, she knew she was pushing him too far this time, but if the past was anything to go by, she was going to thoroughly enjoy her punishment.

  Logan jerked against the bonds on his wrists, and Sam knew they would give at any moment, so she returned her attention to his cock, using her hand to hold him still while running her tongue down the sensitive underside until she reached his balls.

  “Be still. I’m not done.” She told him before sucking and licking and torturing him more than she knew he was willing.

  “Oh, honey. You’re more than done.” Logan growled before ripping the scarves that tied his hands and launching himself up from the bed, sending Sam into a fit of giggles before he had her flat on her back.

  ~*~*~

  Logan wasn’t quite sure how his wife convinced him to let her tie him down. The gleam in her eye had been so full of promise, and she certainly hadn’t disappointed. The problem was he wasn’t willing to come until he made her come first. That had become a hard and fast rule that he rarely broke.

  When Sam tried to pull away from him, laughing, he gripped her ankle and pulled her closer until he had reversed their roles and he was kneeling between her splayed legs.

  “Damn that’s pretty.” Logan told her as he held her open with both hands, staring down at the soft, pink folds spread before him. “Your pussy’s wet
, baby.”

  “Mmmm hmmm” Sam agreed, spreading her legs open wider.

  Knowing she liked when he teased slow and easy, Logan decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. He buried his face between her thighs, using his tongue to delve deep inside of her in one quick thrust before emerging and sliding back and forth over her slit, not lingering to torture her clit the way he knew she wanted.

  “Logan, please.”

  The sound of his wife begging was music to his ears. He once again thrust his tongue into her silky hot depths, pushing deep and retreating, over and over as she began to moan and writhe on the bed.

  “Logan!”

  “Yes baby?” He asked, mimicking the sweet innocence she’d doused him with earlier. “Tell me, Sam. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  “Lick my clit.”

  She’d gotten confident in the past few months, Sam had. And it turned him on like nothing else. Doing exactly as she instructed, Logan wrapped his tongue around her clit, flicking back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves, using his hands to hold her legs apart when she would have tried to trap his head between them.

  He might know what she liked, but that didn’t mean he was going to give in to the little minx. He had payback on his mind, and at the moment, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her warm, willing body.

  “Turn over.” He demanded, easily flipping her onto her stomach before she had a chance to argue.

  That’s another thing he’d learned about his wife in the last two months. She’d gotten bold, thinking she had the upper hand when it came to dominating the bedroom. What she didn’t know was Logan would never relinquish full control, and since his brother had ceased to participate in their sexcapades, Logan had been seeking out another man to join them.

  Since this was Sam, his wife, and he cherished her more than his own life, he’d been taking his time in determining exactly the right person to join them. What she didn’t know… he’d found the man who would soon get the luxury of experiencing heaven as only Logan knew it.

  With Sam on her stomach, Logan lifted her hips and aligned himself with her until he was inching his cock into her sweet pussy inch by inch, slow and steady.

  “Logan, please!” Sam screamed as she tried to push back against him. “Fuck me, please!”

  He definitely loved to torture her, but he never could tell the woman no.

  Bracing his knees on the mattress and lifting her hips slightly, Logan began to sink inside of her, the velvety soft walls of her pussy clamping down on him, milking him until he was barely a breath away from exploding.

  With one hand, he reached around her hip and found her clit. Applying just enough pressure, he pinched between his index finger and thumb as he thrust once… twice… three times before she exploded, his name reverberating through the room.

  Logan didn’t hold back, ramming into her one last time before his release took him, and the world was suddenly right again.

  Chapter Two

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  Sam walked briskly down the short hallway that led from her office to Logan’s. It was past five o'clock, and the second floor was cleared out except for a couple of techs who decided to stay late and look into some of the code they’d had trouble with earlier in the week.

  Not wanting to disturb them, Sam kept a steady pace on her path to her husband’s office. At work, she tried not to think of him as her husband. She thought of him as the boss, except she didn’t work for him directly anymore. Technically.

  “Hey.” He greeted when she walked through the open door.

  “Hey. You needed me?” She asked, recalling the email he had sent a few minutes ago, asking her to meet him.

  “I always need you.” He smiled that sexy as sin crooked grin that still made her knees weak.

  “Cool it, McCoy.” She teased as she stepped into his office. “What’s up?”

  She watched as Logan pulled his keys from his top drawer and then held them out to her. Since they rode together most days, she knew what he was doing, and she wasn’t sure how happy she was about it. “When are you coming home?”

  Sam knew the routine, knew Logan often needed to stay late for something Xavier wanted, or for a client he needed to meet with. Since it was Friday, she was leery about what type of meeting he might be having, but she wasn’t going to ask.

  “Give me an hour.” He told her.

  His gaze was riveted on her, and Sam felt the intense heat snake up her spine the way she always did when he looked at her. For all it mattered, she could have been stark naked standing in his office, rather than wearing her normal Friday casual wear – jeans and a t-shirt.

  “An hour?” Logan was always overly optimistic with his timelines and an hour usually meant two, sometimes three. “Well, I think I’m going to stop at Club Destiny for a drink. Ashleigh said she’d meet me there, so why don’t I catch up with you at the house in two hours?”

  “Perfect.” Logan agreed, standing for the first time since she walked in.

  The man was utter perfection. Today he was sporting his casual Friday best, which consisted of the expensive slacks he favored and his button down shirt unbuttoned at the throat and the sleeves rolled up. Other than when the man was buck naked, she had never found him sexier than she did at that moment. His dark hair was getting longer than he usually wore it, brushing his collar and the perfect length for Sam to slip her fingers into.

  Not that she would be doing that now, no matter how much she wanted to. In the office, she insisted they keep their relationship on the down low. Other than the fact that she was now Samantha McCoy, no longer Kielty, they didn’t flaunt that they were married.

  Even though her insatiable husband had tried to convince her that christening his office was one of those fantasies he’d always wanted to live out. And each and every time he mentioned it, she graciously refused him.

  When he approached, he didn’t give her a chance to back away before he pulled her against him and brushed his lips against hers. “I’ll see you at home in a little while. I expect you to be naked when I get there.”

  “Oh, I just bet you do.” Sam teased, but there was a glimmer in Logan’s eyes that she hadn’t seen in quite some time.

  “Be careful.” He whispered, then kissed her once more, this time more thoroughly than before. “I’ll be home in a bit.”

  With that Sam walked out of his office, keys in hand, and stopped to grab her purse on the way out the door. After calling Ashleigh to confirm their date, Sam was on her way to the car.

  ~*~*~

  Logan watched his wife leave before he picked up the phone and dialed the now familiar number. “Tag. Logan. Hey, man.”

  “How’s it going?” Tag replied, a hint of intrigue belying his cool confidence. “We still meeting?”

  “Yes. Only the time and place have changed. Meet me at my office in thirty minutes, if you don’t mind.”

  “I’ll be there. I’m actually at the XTX office now. I had to meet with Xavier earlier.”

  Logan had to remind himself that Tag Murphy had become the man of the hour recently. Since he was a lawyer and now a proclaimed member of Club Destiny, his brother Luke wasn’t the only person making use of the man’s skills. Xavier had gotten word about Tag and now the man was the newest member of the XTX team. At least as their lead attorney.

  “Perfect. I’m in my office. Come this way when you can.” Logan clicked the phone off and sat it down on his desk.

  This day had been a long time coming. At least since his twin brother Luke had gone off and fallen in love with Sierra and Cole. Since Luke was no longer an option for a third in his and Sam’s relationship, and Logan was well aware of his wife’s desire to be the focal point of two men since he introduced her to the intimacy of a ménage, Logan had been searching for someone he could trust enough to share his wife with.

  Until he met Tag, he’d been worried he wouldn’t find anyone. Since he had more background on Tag, t
hanks to his membership application and Tag’s stepbrother Cole’s good word, Logan had finally come to the conclusion that he had found the right person to share his wife with.

  Logan might be getting ahead of himself because until today, he hadn’t yet broached the subject with Tag, which was the reason for their meeting. In the next half hour, Logan hoped he could get a feel for whether the man was open to the possibility or not.

  Glancing down at his computer screen, Logan allowed himself to get lost in his emails momentarily as he waited for Tag to show up.

  He wasn’t nervous, he told himself. What was the worst thing that could happen? Tag could say no? Thinking about all of the ways he wanted to direct his wife’s ultimate pleasure, he hoped like hell that wasn’t going to happen.

  Forty five minutes later Tag was waltzing into Logan’s office, a frown on his face. “That boss of yours is a slave driver.” Tag joked, shutting Logan’s office door behind him before taking a seat.

  Logan glanced up at the man and laughed. “That he is.”

  Xavier didn’t have any concept of time, and even though it was Friday night, the man didn’t have any qualms about keeping someone in the office if he felt he had business that needed to be taken care of. Logan was living proof – having spent many late nights wanting nothing more than to get home to Sam.

  “So what’s up?” Tag asked, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee and relaxing into the chair. “No, don’t tell me.” Smiling, the man continued, “If the grapevine is accurate, I’m guessing this is about your wife.”

  Grinning, Logan was secretly relieved the hard part was over. “That damn grapevine.”

  “With a club like your brothers, it’s a wonder there aren’t some serious rumors flying.”

  “True.” Logan agreed. Knowing Luke worked diligently to ensure the anonymity of his members, the man was the precise reason there weren’t more of those rumors running rampant.

  “I heard your brother’s getting himself hitched, so to speak.” Tag offered, allowing Logan the perfect segue into the conversation.