Club Destiny 1 Conviction (36 page)

“Fuck, baby. Sam. I’m going to
come.”

Sam felt Logan grip her hips
tighter, ramming deeper and harder inside of her, while Luke groaned from
beneath her.

Sam couldn’t hold on any longer,
her orgasm took over, rocketing her to new heights, her scream echoing in the
cool air surrounding them, greeted by the simultaneous groans from the two men
who’d just given her more than she had ever expected, more than she had ever
dreamed.

Sam was limp, her body too heavy
for her to move as she lay flat against Luke’s chest, his hand resting gently
on her head, holding her close to him. She was breathing hard, her head still
spinning. Both men slid from her body, leaving her feeling empty and cold until
Logan was back, something cool between her legs.

A wash cloth.

He was cleaning her as she lay
there, on her side, doing her best to stay awake. The chill from the air blew
over her perspiration coated skin, making her shiver. Then Logan’s body was
next to her, wrapping her in his warmth, kissing her forehead, then lifting her
chin so his lips could reach hers.

His kiss was gentle, soothing as
he licked her bottom lip, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She kissed him
back, her hand across his chest, holding on to him for dear life. The night had
been more amazing that she had ever imagined. Lying here with the man she
loved, Sam couldn’t imagine anywhere else she would rather be.

Then she heard the sound of a
door shut, and Sam knew Luke had left, leaving them alone, a part of her aching
at the loss.

~~  ** 
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 “Good morning, baby.” Logan
whispered, watching the woman in his arms stir slowly.

Sam had passed out relatively
early and slept nearly twelve hours, but Logan hadn’t had the heart to wake
her, no matter how much he wanted to slide his rock hard cock into the sweet,
warm depths of her body.

Instead, he’d settled for holding
her in his arms, feeling the soft rise and fall of her even breathing. Unlike
her, he hadn’t been able to sleep much since the night before.

There were so many thoughts
running through his mind, he could hardly close his eyes. Between the vivid
memories of the night before, the way Sam had looked splayed out across his
brother, her body pulling them both deeper, her eager moans, the piercing
scream when she’d come around their cocks, Logan had been just as excited
afterward as he had been during. That had left him with a particularly restless
night.

Then, his anxiety over the offer
Xavier wanted him to deliver to her had his body shifting between hot and cold
all night. As much as he wanted to believe her decision would be easy, in the
sense that she wouldn’t be willing to leave him and go back to her old position
in San Antonio, Logan knew better.

Sam was a smart woman, a very
successful, independent woman who would make the decision on her own, and that
scared him. While he’d been lying in bed next to her through the night, she’d
been sleeping soundly and he’d been worrying.

After their heated bout of mind
blowing sex, Sam had fallen asleep on the couch, only to have woken a short
time later when they decided to spend an hour in the hot tub, making love twice
more.

He wasn’t sure how his body had
managed to keep going, but when it came to Sam, Logan wasn’t sure he’d ever be sated.
She just did that to him, making his body rock hard and throbbing for more of
everything she had to offer. Afterward, he’d carried her to his bed, where
she’d fallen asleep almost immediately, clearly exhausted from the events of
the night.

When her eyes opened, she turned
slightly to look at him, a small smile curving her lips. Instead of turning in
his arms, like he had hoped, Sam turned her attention back to the ceiling, then
muttered a quick “excuse me”, before she jumped from the bed, darting for the
bathroom.

He heard the sound of the toilet
flush, then he could see her through the open bathroom door as she stood in
front of the mirror, her sexy, naked back to him. She stood there only a moment
before she reached for the toothbrush she’d been leaving at his house for the
last few weeks.

A couple of minutes later, she
was heading back toward the bed, her beautiful, full breasts making his mouth
water, the vee between her legs making his fingers itch to touch her.

Maybe it was his hormones talking,
but something looked different about her. Her incandescent green eyes glowed
brightly, her skin was rosy, and she had an intent expression on her face. He
couldn’t tear his eyes off of her, but a warning chimed somewhere in the deep
recesses of his brain, telling him that something was off.

“We need to talk.”

And there it was.

When Sam wanted to talk,
especially after the night they shared, Logan knew he should be worried.
Instead of sitting up, preparing for some in depth conversation about the night
before, where Sam would pick apart every detail, Logan held out his hand to
her.

When she laid her small fingers
in his palm, he gripped gently and pulled her over to him. She crawled across
her side of the bed until she was beside him. Not wasting another moment, he
pulled her closer, making her straddle his hips, aligning their bodies, sending
flashes of heat straight to his groin.

Looking deep into her eyes, Logan
let all of his emotions shine in his eyes, knowing what she would see when she
looked at him. He needed to tell her – no, show her – exactly how he felt about
her, and he couldn’t think of a better time than right now.

Seeing her in his bed, brushing
her teeth in his bathroom, sauntering naked back to him settled something in
his heart that he’d been wondering about for some time.

What was happening between them
was special, intense, and he wanted to make this permanent. Logan wanted to
wake up next to this woman every single day for the rest of his life.

As she straddled him, her hands
pressed lightly against his chest, he brushed a long strand of her blond hair
back over her shoulder, letting his fingers trail down the smooth, velvet skin
of her arm.

“There’s something I have to tell
you, but first,” Logan paused, gliding his hand back up her arm, over her
shoulder, then cupping her neck, pulling her closer, “I need to do this.”
Pulling her closer, Logan brushed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue out
over her lower lip. He caressed her cheek with one hand while holding her to
him with the other, still behind her head.

When her tongue darted out,
tasting of toothpaste and the fire and ice woman he’d come to love, Logan took
full advantage, crushing his mouth to hers, showing her with his kiss exactly
what she did to him, how she made him feel.

As the kiss burned hotter, Logan
aligned their bodies, positioning himself between her legs, then spreading them
farther so he could slide into the deep, velvety recesses of her body.

She broke the kiss, resting her
forehead against his as her body worked to accept the invasion, his cock
sliding deeper into her tight entrance, sensation flooding him.

“Sam.” Her name was a whisper on
his lips, their breaths mingling as he focused on the tight depths of her body
gripping him, clamping on his cock with a ferocity that threatened the control
he’d managed to maintain.

Gripping her firm ass in his
hands, Logan held her above him enough that he could thrust upward, controlling
his thrusts, hearing her breaths deepen, and the erotic moans she couldn’t hold
back.

When she pushed up, using his
chest to balance above him, Logan gazed deep into her eyes, offering a
connection, only he and Sam shared. When their eyes met, her eyes filled with
tears, Logan’s heart constricted.

He knew she felt the same thing he
did, the all-encompassing emotion that surrounded them, the overpowering need
swirling in the air. This wasn’t about sex. Their bodies sought something from
the other, but it exceeded far beyond the realms of touch and taste alone, this
was far more than anything Logan had ever experienced.

Logan moved faster, deeper,
slowly pushing in, sliding back out, all the while, staring into her eyes. A
single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek. Logan’s throat tightened, a
strange, foreign feeling come over him. Hell, he was going to cry if he didn’t
get a handle on himself.

“Don’t cry, baby.” He urged,
continuing to drive deeper inside of her, emotions thickening his throat.

“It’s just…” She began, but he
increased his efforts, thrusting faster, her head falling back as her body
gripped him like a vice.

“Fuck.” He groaned, unable to
maintain any sense of composure. He was at his limit, her soft, warm body,
driving him to his limits. He was going to come, but he refused until she was
right there with him.

“Come for me, Logan.” Sam said,
again staring deep into his eyes. “I want to feel you.”

Her words did him in, he lifted
her another inch, throwing his hips up off of the bed, ramming himself inside
the deep, wet confines of her body, harder, faster until…

“Oh God! Yes!” Her scream pierced
the air and Logan’s orgasm crashed down on him, flooding her with his seed, her
cunt milking him for all he was worth.

“I love you, Sam.” Logan couldn’t
stop the words as they flew from his mouth, a whisper in the otherwise silence
of the room.

When she looked at him, he saw
the doubt in her eyes, the confusion, and then her lips tipped slightly and she
said the sweetest words he’d ever heard. “I love you, Logan.”

Rolling her over, his cock going
instantly hard again, still inside of her, Logan began moving slowly, unable to
stop himself from taking her again.

When her legs braced behind his
back, he lifted her hip, changing the angle so he could drive deeper. God, he
loved this woman with an intensity so strong, it threatened to take him under.
Moments later, the world tilted, exploding with bright lights and fierce heat
as they tumbled over into the oblivion once more.

~*~*~

Sam sat at the breakfast table in
Logan’s kitchen, drinking coffee and scanning through her emails. Logan was
still in the shower, but as soon as he came out, she was going to address the
other issue they still had yet to talk about.

They might have had a revelation
this morning, an all-out joining of hearts, but there was still a dark cloud
looming over them. Something had happened during Logan’s conversation with
Xavier and Alex, she could feel it, and the fact that he hadn’t been
forthcoming with the information scared her.

As far as they’d come, admitting
that what they shared was deeper than either of them had ever anticipated, she
only hoped they could weather the storm brewing where XTX was concerned.

Sam wasn’t nave, she’d heard the
rumors, heard the harsh comments one of her project managers liked to utter in
passing. Knowing Xavier wouldn’t be expected to sit back and let this situation
escalate, Sam knew there were some decisions that needed to be made.

She couldn’t imagine what her
options were other than going back to the San Antonio office, if they would
even allow that, or to terminate her employment with XTX and go somewhere else.

Neither of them were options that
she looked forward to. First of all, she wasn’t going to leave Logan. Not after
his declaration of love, not after all they had shared together. Maybe she had
actually evolved in the last few months, but Sam wasn’t ready for this to be
over.

“Want some breakfast?” Logan’s
deep voice thundered through the kitchen, breaking her internal thoughts.

Glancing up, her eyes were drawn
to the way his large body moved gracefully around the kitchen, the play and
give of strong, sleek muscles along his back, his tanned skin still damp from
his shower, standing shirtless in his kitchen, wearing only a pair of gym
shorts.

She  had barely gotten dressed,
grabbing one of his button down shirts from the closet, which came almost to
her knees when she stood up. She’d purposely left the top two buttons
unlatched, the swell of her breasts peeking out from under the soft, white
cotton.

She had piled her hair up on top
of her head, held by a small silver clip she carried in her purse. So different
than her usual buttoned up appearance, Sam felt sexy and feminine. The heated
look in Logan’s eyes when he took in the sight of her only heated her skin,
sending a tingle between her legs.

There was no way she could handle
any more of him right now. She was sore in places she had never expected, her
muscles aching from all of the ‘exercise’ they’d engaged in over the last
twelve hours or so.

“No. I’m not really hungry.” Sam
stated, watching Logan as he began moving around the kitchen. “Logan,” she
paused as her eyes met his, “I think we need to talk.”

She could see his heart in his
eyes, and it nearly took her breath away. Could this actually be the real deal?
Could she actually have a happily ever after? The man obviously knew what she
wanted to talk about because he walked to the refrigerator, pulling the eggs
and some vegetables out, continuing his pursuit to make breakfast.