Temptation (Club Destiny) (7 page)

After all, she might have a profound longing to be dominated in every way, but she certainly wasn’t at all interested in being a submissive. There was a difference between finding a man who would stand up to her, not conform to her every whim, and changing everything about who she was and letting said man control her life.

Her initial reaction was to tell him that she would just ride with her mother, but Luke had simply glared at her, then turned his attention back to the others stating that he would handle getting her there safely.

Somehow she managed to rein in the need to stomp her feet and tell him to take a flying leap off of a very short building. Instead, she had conceded to him that time. Let the man think she’d be easy to tame. He would soon find out the hard way that she wasn’t going to give in easily.

Even Brian, her ex-husband, hadn’t known what to do with her need to be dominated, to be forced to let go of all control. No, sweet, oblivious Brian, fresh out of high school, had just been fortunate to be getting laid any way at all. Unfortunately, it was always the same. He wanted to
make love
while Sierra wanted to spice things up. When she even mentioned something different, Brian would tense up, and it didn’t take her long to realize that they were polar opposites when it came to sex.

Though somewhat amicable, the two of them parted ways before they were fully invested in the marriage. Since then, Sierra hadn’t held out hope that there was a man strong enough to handle her needs.

Until Luke.

Even in the short time she had known him, the two times she had actually talked to him, Sierra knew he was the dominant alpha male she was searching for. Only there was a problem that she hadn’t yet figured out how to deal with. Luke McCoy owned a sex club, a swinger’s club to be exact. And based on her understanding of the man, he had experience beyond her wildest imagination. Trying to figure out exactly how she would be able to satisfy the needs of a man like him had plagued her for the last two hours.

On top of that, Sierra had been privy to a rumor that alluded to Luke being bisexual, and though the thought didn’t turn her off, she wondered just how that would work. How did a woman handle a man who needed more than she was even able to give him?

Her first hint of the truth behind the rumor was Cole, the man who had captured her attention with his physical beauty as he walked past them on the airplane. The look in his eye, the one that was pinpointed on Luke, said so much more.

The way Luke tensed hadn’t been all in her mind either. He’d gripped the seat like the plane might fall out of the sky, although they were still grounded in the terminal. He visibly relaxed when Cole passed them, but when she had asked Luke about it, he’d blown her off. Still, Sierra couldn’t help but wonder if Luke did know Cole, and if so, who he was to Luke.

As they descended the escalator into the luggage area of McCarran International Airport, Sierra was overwhelmed with the same exhilaration that she usually felt when she arrived in Vegas. There was just something about the place, something that relaxed her, made her want to let the weight of the world fall from her shoulders if only for a few days. Glancing over at Luke, she noticed that he looked more tense than usual – apparently Sin City didn’t have the same effect on him.

“Is everything ok?” She asked as she tried to keep up with his long, steady strides as they made their way toward the baggage claim. There was a man wearing a suit holding a sign that said ‘McCoy’ and Sierra assumed that would be for either Luke or Logan. Luke ignored her question, walking toward the man and pulling something from his pocket.

A few minutes later, after the man had retrieved their bags, she was once again following Luke. This time he held her hand in his, and when he stopped abruptly, she damn near plowed right into him. They stopped just inside the doors, and there, in front of them, was Cole.

“Don’t say a fucking word. We’ll talk when I’m ready.” Luke’s voice was harsh and left no room for argument from the other man.

Well that answered her original burning question. Apparently the two did know each other.

When Cole nodded his head, almost submissively, Sierra had to keep her jaw clamped tight so that it wouldn’t hit the floor. Here was this man, just as sturdy and compelling as Luke, not to mention devastatingly handsome, yet he was taking direction as though that was what he was born to do.

Sierra watched the entire thing play out, the tension arcing between the two men, the hint of defiance in Cole’s eyes, and although Luke lowered his voice, she still heard the meaning behind the words clear as day. When Luke tipped his head toward the limo driver, mentioning that Cole was “with them”, she noticed the mirrored look of surprise in the handsome blond man’s navy blue eyes.

When Luke pulled on her hand, she realized he was once again on the move, so she followed obediently. He led her to a black stretch limo, opened the door for her and then waited patiently while she climbed inside. Cole climbed in on the other side and moved to the seat across from them.

Their eyes met, locked on one another, and Sierra couldn’t control the sensual shiver that raced down her spine. So, she hadn’t imagined her initial reaction to this man. Being embarrassed at the thought of finding both of them so incredibly attractive was a fleeting thought. Her reaction was foreign, but not unexpected.

When Luke got in behind them, the space suddenly felt too small, not enough oxygen for the three of them to share. Sierra didn’t know who to look at, or whether she should look at either of them. The glass partition between the back and the front was closed, so they had complete privacy, yet Sierra suddenly wished they didn’t.

Luke had warned her on the airplane; he’d told her that he wasn’t a man who played games, and she was starting to believe him.

Then the car was moving and Luke directed his attention on her, making her almost squirm in her seat. All of the courage she’d manage to scrape up since the day she had met Luke had vanished like a thief in the night.

“Let’s see what you’re made of.” His voice was hoarse, rough with need, and for the first time, Sierra began to wonder if she should truly be scared of him.

Without a second’s hesitation, he moved closer, lifting her onto his lap, one hand diving into her hair. She couldn’t suppress the shudder that overcame her, her body reacting immediately to his rough touch, aching to be closer while her brain was sending up flags telling her to run.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I saw you.” The deep timbre of Luke’s voice washed over her seconds before his lips touched hers.

She wouldn’t deny she’d had a fantasy or two about this very thing, but Sierra was inexperienced when it came to this. She could want, she could ache, but she would never go after it with the intensity she felt from Luke.

His mouth was softer than she expected, yet firm. Demanding. She was sitting awkwardly in his lap, unable to get closer, yet her instincts were urging her forward. When he moved again, Sierra took the opportunity to get more comfortable, turning herself in his arms while their mouths ate at one another until she was straddling him, the hard ridge of his erection pressed between her thighs.

He kissed her deeper, tilting her head so their mouths aligned perfectly, his tongue melding with hers while one hand remained entwined in her hair, tipping her head back and successfully holding her in place. As if she would try to get away. Not a chance.

He didn’t touch her anywhere else. His other hand rested on her thigh while she cupped his jaw, grinding intimately against him, trying to get their bodies closer, much closer than their clothes would allow.

When he broke the kiss, Sierra whimpered involuntarily, but she was so hot, her body burning, all good sense and logic completely vanishing, replaced by the need to kiss him. The grip on her hair tightened, and a sharp, thrilling pain shot through her scalp as he pulled her back, putting space between them.

“This isn’t all or nothing, Sierra. I’m doing my damnedest to control myself, but I can’t make any promises. If this gets too hot, or goes too far, just say the word and I’ll stop. But, you have to tell me.”

Sierra remembered his instruction from earlier, and she responded with a confident “yes” before his lips locked with hers once more.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed while she devoured him, her hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles bunching and flexing beneath her fingers. She used her hands to get familiar with his body, feeling the thick, corded muscles along his shoulders, the hard, rounded muscles of his biceps, the restrained, tense sinew on his forearms. The man was a complete work of art, all suppressed power and dark, swirling passion.

When the limo stopped, and Luke pulled back, she realized they had already made it to the hotel. Instead of leaping off of his lap, she pulled back and looked into his eyes, noting the churning hunger in the sensual, almost amber color, waiting for his next move. She wanted this –
needed this
– and Sierra was scared that if she took matters into her own hands, he would disappear, or she would end up running fast and hard. If her brain had a minute to catch up with her libido that might just happen, so she remained where she was.

“Let’s check into the hotel, then we’ll pick up where we left off later.” Luke instructed, his eyes darting from hers to the man sitting behind her.

Holy shit
. Sierra turned abruptly, realizing that Cole had been in the limo the entire time she and Luke had been making out for the last how many ever minutes. What the hell was she thinking? How did she forget that they had an audience?

Luke situated himself and then moved her from his lap before he opened the limo door and exited, waiting patiently while she climbed out behind him. Once she was out, she stepped just out of his reach, trying to put a little distance between them.

He might’ve made her lose all common sense for the fifteen minute trip from the airport, but Sierra wasn’t going to give in that easily. She hadn’t spent her entire life looking for a man who could tolerate her need for independence only to give in the second he kissed her.

She needed a moment to regain her equilibrium and being close to Luke wouldn’t help matters.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Cole had to adjust himself because his jeans were now painfully tight. After having a front row seat to Luke and Sierra’s prelude to what would likely be the most explosive sex any of them had ever known, no amount of counting backward from one million was going to disperse the blood pounding insistently in his cock.

The way Sierra had taken charge, straddling Luke, had Cole’s breath hitching in his chest. The only thing that would have been hotter was if she had turned that intensity on him.

During the flight, Cole had managed not to think about Luke and Sierra sitting so close, their heads tilted toward one another as they spoke in hushed whispers. He hadn’t heard what they were talking about, but the couple of times that he heard Luke laugh, he’d been fixated on the seats they occupied. Luke McCoy didn’t laugh. At least not often. But, he had with Sierra which surprised the hell out of Cole.

When he had first ventured down the aisle in search of a seat, he had been initially surprised to see the two of them sitting together, but after his own reaction to Sierra, he understood Luke’s attraction. But he couldn’t help notice that she was not the type of woman that Luke was generally attracted to. First of all, she was too small. Luke stood damn near six and a half feet tall and a frame that large was heavy in its own right. Add to that the muscle that Luke carried around on his massive frame and Luke dwarfed Sierra.

Not that it had stopped Cole from thinking about how she would feel beneath him, or better yet, between him and Luke. That thought had sent the blood rushing to his groin, his cock throbbing incessantly. Thankfully, while on the airplane, sitting next to a couple who had to have been in their eighties, Cole had managed to rein in his thoughts. That hadn’t been the case in the limo.

Luke’s low growls mixed with Sierra’s insistent whimpers had Cole wanting to release his cock and stroke it as he watched the couple make out like he was watching live porn. But then they’d arrived at the hotel, and when Luke’s eyes had made contact with his, Cole felt the heat that simmered between them begin a rolling boil. They might have avoided one another for the last couple of months, and they might have had issues to work out, but this trip was going to be the
coup de grace
so to speak. What they had circumvented was quickly becoming something that neither of them could deny.

No matter how much Luke wanted it to just go away.

Exiting the limo, Cole fell into step beside Sierra, not making small talk because it appeared she was trying to regain her composure. The way her eyes widened when she realized he was still there told Cole more than she knew. She might be open to new sexual experiences, but she clearly wasn’t familiar with those preferences.

Hopefully by the end of the four days, they’d be able to change all that.

~~  **  ~~  **  ~~  **  ~~

Luke conceded to Sierra’s need for space when she successfully put a few feet between them. For now. She insisted on walking a step or two in front of him, and with a view like that, he wasn’t about to complain. The way those jeans hugged her heart shaped ass and molded to her toned thighs had him wishing he could remove them just to see what she wore underneath.