Club Destiny 1 Conviction (44 page)

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, and 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.

~*~*~

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.