Devotion (Club Destiny #7) (35 page)

Luke began slamming into him, the image so vivid in his mind. With each punishing thrust, Sierra moaned as Cole’s cock drove deeper into her pussy.

“I’m going to come again,” Sierra moaned. “Please, fuck me harder.”

Luke stood, gripping Cole’s hips and ramming his cock deeper, over and over until Sierra was screaming her release.

“I’m gonna come,” Luke groaned. “I can’t wait.”

Leaning over Cole once again, Luke pressed his lips against his warm, slick skin. He drove deep once, twice, and on the third time, he latched his teeth onto Cole’s skin, both of them coming, Cole’s groan echoing through the room.

Yes, Luke was definitely going to enjoy seeing Cole marked. And to think, this little afternoon rendezvous happened just from thinking about it.

Luke briefly wondered whether he should warn Cole about what was to come when he was inked and his body beckoned Luke even more than it did now.

Nah, what would be the fun in that?

Dear Reader,

First, I’d like to say thank you for reading Devotion. I hope you enjoyed the continuation of my most beloved threesome.

I have to say, you’re love for them has been heartwarming. Luke, Sierra and Cole have been by far the most talked about of any of my characters. Between you and me, when I finished Temptation and hit the publish button, I was scared half out of my mind. I wasn’t sure how readers would react to their story, but I had to stay true to them and give them the happily ever after that they sought, although it might not be seen as a traditional relationship. Although I love them and I believe they wouldn’t have had their happily ever after without all three of them together, I was still petrified.

I will never be able to express my love for each of my fans and your continued support. You have made this journey worthwhile in every sense. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Much ♥,

~Nic~

Acknowledgements

I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to personally thank all of the extraordinary people who have walked into my life and enhanced it more than I would have ever expected, but I’ll certainly try.

My husband:
You, above all else, are what keeps me going every single day. You’ve changed your entire life to accommodate my dream, and I am forever grateful that we get to take this journey together. I love you.

Nicole-Nation:
Thank you for being there for me each and every day. Your continued support and humbling praise are more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I love each of you incredible ladies and look forward to meeting you one day face to face.

Bloggers:
I wouldn’t have made it this far without you. Not only have I enjoyed working with you, but your friendship means more than you’ll ever know. There are so many, and I’m sure I’ll miss some, but I want to give a big THANKS to Shh Mom’s Reading, Sinfully Sexy, Swoon Worthy Books, Erotica Book Club, S&M’s Book Obsession, The SubClub Books, Rock Stars of Romance, Sugar and Spice Book Reviews, Three Chicks and Their Books, Book Bitches Blog, We Love Kink, The Book Enthusiast, Mary Elizabeth’s Crazy Book Obsession, Seductive Romance Reviews, Sarah’s Book Blog, Reality Bites! Let’s Get Lost!, Alpha’s, Authors & Books Oh My!, My Fictional Boyfriend and Book Whores Page, BookSlapped, The Romance Cover, The After Dark Divas Book Club.

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Additional Books by Nicole Edwards

The Club Destiny Series:

Conviction

Temptation

Addicted

Seduction

Infatuation

Captivated

Devotion

The Alluring Indulgence Series:

Kaleb

Zane

Coming in 2013 –Travis

Continue reading for an excerpt from:

Travis

Alluring Indulgence, #3

Expected release July 30
^th
, 2013

Travis: Chapter One

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Pictures certainly hadn’t done the house justice, and Kylie couldn’t help but smile as she stepped onto the wide, rickety wood steps of the old farmhouse. According to the tax records, the house had been built in the late 1800’s. It was apparent that sometime in the last two centuries, someone had done some significant work to the exterior. It needed more work, definitely, but at least it was workable. She’d been hoping since the day she met Gage Matthews, and he went into detail about this little project of his, that he wasn’t pulling her leg.

Granted, for the last two months, she’d spent more and more time with him, getting to know him not only as a client, but something else. What that was, she still had no idea. The fact that he was a cop hadn’t helped in the getting to know him department, though. He tended to do that whole evasive answer thing that really got on her nerves. It was a good thing he hadn’t been lying about this house though. At least she would get something out of the last sixty days she’d spent getting to know him.

“What do you think?” Gage asked from behind her.

Kylie turned to see him standing two steps lower than she was, yet he was still taller than her. “It’s beautiful. On the outside anyway.” Grinning, she felt like a kid at a carnival, excited about what came next.

“I assure you it only gets better.”

Kylie didn’t doubt it for one second.

Sidestepping her, Gage moved to the front door, and Kylie followed with a rush of adrenaline burning like jet fuel through her veins. Admittedly, she’d had her doubts about whether this house actually existed. For the last couple of months, she’d had a myriad of encounters with this sexy cowboy, but until now, he hadn’t offered to show her this house he’d been so interested in hiring her to restore.

Now that they were here, the tiny town of Coyote Ridge, which was nothing more than a small blip on the Texas map, was growing on her. They’d stopped at a small convenience store as soon as they reached town to get sodas and Kylie had been amused when she talked to the cute little old man that ran the store. From the sound of it, the elderly gentleman knew Gage fairly well, which told her a lot about the small town. Although she had worked to pry some information out of Gage, he was the equivalent of a closed book for the most part, giving her remarkably few details about his home town. Or his life in general. He was born and raised here, that much she knew.

When he surprised her that morning by showing up on her doorstep once again, Kylie had been giddy with anticipation ever since he told her where he was taking her. The hour drive from her house in Killeen gave her plenty of time to think, and even more time to get worked up over the possibilities. It clearly didn’t take much to impress her, and the opportunity to restore a house, seemingly untouched since the late 1800s, was like waking up on Christmas morning to find out the biggest present under the tree actually belonged to her.

She’d done a little research prior to their little road trip, actually begging him on a couple of occasions to take her to see the house. He had always had an excuse, but he somehow managed to take her mind off of it by spending more and more time together.

“How many acres does it sit on?” she asked when he opened the sun faded front door, swinging it inward, gesturing for her to precede him.

“Almost fifteen.”

She wondered if he was planning to do anything with the land but she didn’t ask. Thinking was the last thing she wanted to do when she got her first glimpse of the interior. As usual, as soon as she stepped inside, she felt as though she were in a time warp, imagining the life that passed through these walls for the last two hundred some odd years.

Just like she expected, there were walls everywhere. The term open concept hadn’t played a role in the construction of this house back then. The small parlor entry was spacious but enclosed by a set of French doors that led to another smaller room where the wrap around staircase stood proudly on one side. The wood was well maintained, and with just a little buffing and a fresh coat of polyurethane, it would sparkle like the sun. To her right, there were two sets of double doors, both leading into an oversized living space that was probably two actual rooms back in the day.

Without slowing, Kylie made her way around, through the dining room, then through the small, fairly cluttered kitchen. She was excited to see a set of servant stairs, and probably even squealed a little as she followed the narrow, rather steep steps up to the second floor.

“This is amazing,” she muttered, talking to herself.

Glancing into each of the three rooms and one bathroom as she passed, she noticed they were all decent sized. The landing that looked back over the main staircase was large enough to put a small settee or maybe even an antique desk.

God, she wanted this job. She’d been doing this – restoring historic homes – for the last eight years, but never had she taken on a project quite this large.

“Glad you like it,” Gage’s deep, thundering voice filled the interior of the tiny bedroom she was standing in. “You still interested?”

“Are you kidding?” She was grinning ear to ear as she stared at the cracked plaster and the hideous floor. She wondered whether there were hardwood floors beneath the dingy, olive green shaggy wall to wall carpet.

“Perfect.”

Kylie stopped and took a second to stare back at the man filling the doorway. She could’ve sworn the room seemed larger before he walked in. As she stared at the sexy, dark haired cowboy, she still found it strange how he’d blown a mountain-size hole in her life in just a matter of weeks with his unexpected arrival at her house looking for her specifically. But yet here she was about to take on a project that would take her away from her home for a good number of weeks if not months.

Just that morning, Gage had talked to her about a timeline and getting things rolling. According to him, he was putting his house on the market and looking to move into his grandmother’s old house in just a few months if she could be finished with the work in time. She didn’t make him any promises because he hadn’t even allowed her to see what she was getting herself into until now.

Although she didn’t normally take such ambitious projects so far away from home, the longer she stood there, the more interested she became, and she couldn’t help but wonder whether the attractive cowboy cop played more into her excitement than the house did.

The situation she found herself in was quite unusual, at least by her previous history. Although Gage seemed genuinely interested in hiring her to do the work, he also seemed interested in her on other levels. She knew she wasn’t imagining it either because, over the course of the last two months, they’d actually gone on several official dates. Originally when he’d asked, she’d been taken aback, unsure whether it was a nifty idea to mix business with pleasure, but the longer she was in Gage’s company, the more she found that she genuinely liked him.

Granted, she had little experience with dating mostly by her own choice. She chose to keep herself so wrapped up in work that she didn’t have time to entertain the idea of a relationship. Not that what she and Gage had could be considered a relationship, but she knew for a fact that it was more than friendship. Or she hoped so. After all, the couple of times he’d kissed her sure didn’t feel like just friends to her.

“You ok?”

Caught a little off guard, but more than grateful for the distraction, Kylie turned away, then back.

He really was one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a body that tempted her to sin like the devil. “Fine, why?”

The smile he shot her direction made her tummy dance with a sweet tingle that she’d been oblivious to for longer than she cared to admit. Or maybe she just hadn’t had that tingle in a solid decade or so.

“You’ve really never heard of Coyote Ridge?” he asked, his attention directed to the chipped plaster that clearly needed some attention.

The way he asked the question made her feel as though she should’ve heard about the tiny little town that this man obviously called home. “Nope,” she said casually, trying to stay focused on determining how much work the space needed.

That wasn’t the first time he’d asked that question, and Kylie had to wonder whether it bothered him that she hadn’t or if it was just another one of his random inquiries. He’d certainly asked more than his fair share over the last two months since she met him. Kylie attributed that to him being a cop. He was just naturally nosey, or so he’d told her.

Taking the opportunity to continue with her tour, Kylie ventured through the small bathroom that connected to another smaller bedroom. It could be considered a closet almost, she thought. As she took notes of the flooring and windows, jotting down the things that would need to be restored, fixed, or even replaced, Kylie’s thoughts drifted back to Gage.

Ever since the first night he took her out to dinner, Kylie had been thinking some rather heated thoughts about the man. They’d shared quite a few intimate meals together, and some much more casual dates, most of them spent getting to know one another. Well, more like him asking her questions and dodging those she asked him, but she found it fascinating that he was interested in getting to know her.