Club Destiny 1 Conviction (45 page)

Luke, on the other hand, was much
more open than Logan. His identical twin brother was dominant and alpha in
every way, and there were times when Luke needed someone much stronger than a
woman to handle his baser urges. Cole had been the one to handle Luke from time
to time, and Logan knew this. Tonight was about showing Sam that she might have
wicked thoughts, and erotic urges, but she wasn’t a sexual deviant. And neither
was Luke, or even Cole.

Logan wanted her to see that for
herself.

After removing one of her boots, Logan
shifted to the other, making quick work of the laces and tossing that one to
the side. He then reached up, placing his hands flat on her naked chest, then
running his palms down over her breasts, not lingering the way he knew she
wanted, instead continuing to move down her torso, then gripping the waistband
of her jeans and slowly lowering the soft, faded denim down over her long,
smooth legs.

Once the jeans were tossed aside,
he slipped her socks from her feet, moving back up her body, placing wet kisses
around her navel, reveling in the feel of her slender fingers as they tightened
in his hair.

She was on full display for Luke
and Cole, both men standing only a few feet away. Logan didn’t have any
problems with initiating this interlude; he never had problems with an
audience. It was one of his few idiosyncrasies, aside from taking pleasure in
watching another man pleasure his woman. He’d come to terms with his darker
urges, and he hoped tonight Sam would come to terms with hers.

Spreading her thighs with his
hands, Logan dropped open mouthed kisses just below her navel, over her mound,
before spreading her labia, opening her to him. Looking up at her, he saw the
firestorm brewing in the iridescent green, making them almost glow in the dim
light.

“You like being watched.” It
wasn’t a question, it was a fact. She was hotter than a forest fire, and the
look in her eyes told him she wanted more.

Tonight was all about her, but he
wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet. He would tease her, sending
her to perch on the precipice of need, but before he sent her over… he’d make
her watch.

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Logan slid his tongue through her
soft, wet folds, the sweet taste of her going right to his loins. Sam was the
sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. When she gripped his hair, pulling harder at
the strands until pain shot through his skull, Logan delved deeper but only for
a second. He pulled back, making her whimper, standing to his full height and
looking down at her.

God she was gorgeous; soft,
feminine curves and smooth, creamy skin. Holding back was going to kill him.
But he was willing to sacrifice himself in order to show her how hot things
could seriously get. Taking her hand, he led her to the edge of the hot tub. He
shucked his shirt, but left his jeans on before taking a seat on the stone
ledge, pulling her down onto his lap, her back to his chest.

“Spread your legs.” He demanded,
pulling her back so that the ridge of his denim covered cock nestled between
the firm globes of her naked ass. He perched her legs on top of his, opening
her to the hungry gaze of both Luke and Cole.

“See the way they look at you?
Like they’re starving. Dying to taste your sweet pussy.” Logan said, his voice
calm despite the storm brewing inside of him.

~*~*~

Sam felt exposed. The hungry gaze
of two men upon her as she sat on Logan’s lap, her legs splayed wide, her sex
on full display for their viewing pleasure. And she was so hot.

Logan told her earlier that she
liked to be watched. It was something she’d tried repeatedly to deny to herself
in recent days, but tonight, as their gazes bore into her flesh, she finally
accepted it. Seeing the way these two alpha males, with their long, sleek
bodies, thick, powerful legs stared back at her, made her wetter than she had
ever been.

Watching as Luke nearly tore off
his own jeans, Sam’s gaze froze on the long, hard length of him as he gripped
his cock with one hand, his eyes locked on her. It was like watching Logan,
while still having him beside her, a fantasy few people would ever get to live
out. As she watched Luke stroke his thick, hard length, her eyes were drawn to
the man standing beside him.

Nearly as tall as Luke and Logan,
Cole was a force to be reckoned with. He was thicker than either twin, his arm
muscles bulging as he mirrored Luke, removing his own clothes as his gaze
remained locked between Sam’s thighs.

His sun kissed blond hair was
short, his piercing blue eyes as bright as a gas flame, heating her from the
inside out. Unlike Luke or Logan, Cole’s chest was smooth, hairless, and
rippling with tension. His male nipples were hard points on a flawless form,
his abs tight, and his steel hard erection was thick as he held it firmly in
his hand, rubbing his other hand over the heavy, hairless sac between his legs.
The man was a sensual dream, rock hard muscle and barely restrained strength.

Her eyes darted back to Luke, who
appeared to be looking past her, obviously looking to Logan for direction. Not
a word was said though, the tempo of the music lending the night a hedonic
feel. As she held her breath, anxiously waiting for one or both of them to
approach, to silence the throb between her legs, Sam was shocked at what
happened next.

“On your knees.” Luke ordered,
and at first, Sam was confused, unsure who he was talking to. Then, she
witnessed the knowing look on Cole’s ruggedly handsome features, a look of
defiance in his eyes that contradicted his movements.

Surely he wouldn’t!

Sam held her breath, felt Logan’s
fingers as they brushed light, teasing caresses over her inner thighs,
lingering right where she wanted him, but not close enough. She was mesmerized
by the sight before her; these two masculine males, an aura of danger emanating
in the air around them.

Watching the two men, Cole
silently defying Luke’s demand, Luke’s penetrating stare daring Cole to
disobey. It was erotic, and beyond imagination.

Sam wasn’t a prude when it came
to reading fantasies, she’d spent more than one sleepless night throwing
herself into a sheet scorching erotic romance, including those that involved
two men who sought pleasure in one another, but never in her wildest dreams
would she have thought to see it for herself.

As Luke took one step closer to
Cole, then another, both men facing off in a hedonistic battle of wills, Sam
held her breath, anticipating what would come next. The sheer eroticism of the
act had her thighs tightening, her pussy spasming, and her breasts tingling.
The dark, perverse side of her wanted to watch as Cole succumbed to Luke’s overwhelming
domination, the other man on his knees, offering himself and the satisfaction
Luke would be able to find in his arms.

“What you’ve seen so far is
nothing.” Logan whispered, bringing her back to the moment, his lips nipping
and sucking on the overly sensitive skin of her neck.

What she saw before her were two
stallions gearing up to battle for domination, yet watching them, she knew
which one would come out on top.

“On your fucking knees.” Luke
demanded, his tone darker, a hint of anger tingeing the words.

And one step closer, Luke pressed
one hand on the other man’s shoulder; Sam watched in expected awe as Cole
defied him once again, his powerful thighs straining to keep his legs from
buckling beneath him. But, despite Cole’s reluctance, Sam could see the slight
tremble in his hands, the flood of adrenaline as it coursed through his arms
and legs, his chest muscles rippling with the need to hold back, but the desire
to do as he was told.

She knew how he was feeling, had
felt exactly that a time or two when her senses were assaulted by the sensual
domination both Logan and Luke radiated like fire lit from within.

And then slowly, his gaze never
breaking from Luke’s, Cole lowered himself to his knees, his chest heaving, a
sinful grin tipping the corners of his lips.

“Now wrap your fucking lips
around my cock.” Luke growled, taking another step closer, his hand resting
none too gently on the top of Cole’s head, his fingers twining into the silky,
golden hair, Cole’s fire and ice stare daring him to force him.

As Sam looked on, that’s exactly
what Luke did, though she could see Cole had given in to what would come next,
one hand taking Luke’s cock, stroking roughly, much more roughly than Sam could
have ever imagined doing, knowing his calloused hand would be abrasive to
Luke’s otherwise sensitive cock, a look of pure bliss breaking through Luke’s
handsome, dark features.

Then Cole’s mouth was on him,
Sam’s entire body tightened as she watched, a voyeur in the dark of night,
stealing a taste of Luke’s satisfaction as his hard, thick cock buried deep in
the other man’s mouth, a buzz of need starting from deep within her womb,
radiating out through her entire body.

Sam leaned back against Logan,
wanting to feel him closer, needing to know he was there with her. The warmth
of his lips on her skin, the way his fingers had begun teasing her clit with
tiny circles was driving her crazy.

If he didn’t do something, she
was going to go mad with lust, her body ready to go up in flames. When he
didn’t seem to take the hint, she used her own hands to cup her breasts,
squeezing them roughly, harder than she ever had, and still her body hummed
from deep in her core.

“Don’t touch.” Logan demanded,
his words clipped, his hands gripping her forearms and pulling her hands down
to her sides. “You’re mine to pleasure tonight, and not until I say so.”

He was infuriating her, keeping
her on the verge of an orgasm so powerful, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.
His fingers resumed their intrusion, one finger once again flicking her clit,
while two fingers slid deep inside her making her groan from the potency of her
body’s demands. When he stilled his hand, she pushed her hips forward, riding
his fingers, forcing them deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my
fingers.”

As much as he wanted to pretend
he wasn’t affected, Sam could hear it in his terse tone, the way his leg
muscles tensed beneath her thighs.

Sam opened her eyes, trying to
focus, unable to not watch the aggressive way Luke held Cole’s head, ramming
his cock further into the man’s throat, elicit groans torn from his chest, as
he thrust harder, faster. She expected him to come at any moment, but he held
on, bracing his legs further apart, his fingers gripping the other man’s hair
tighter, the muscles of his arms standing out in stark relief as the power
surged through him.

The look on Cole’s face reflected
so many things, but not one of them pain. Still there was defiance in the way
he knelt before Luke, as though he was held there against his will, yet they
all knew that wasn’t the case.

“You like watching a man suck
Luke’s dick? Does it make you hot to watch, to see the way Luke holds himself
back? It’s the same way he is with you. Your sweet mouth drives him wild, makes
him crazy, the same way Cole’s does.”

She could see the gleam in Luke’s
eyes when he turned his head briefly to meet her gaze. She wanted to be the one
on her knees in front of Luke; she wanted to be the one to take him to the back
of her throat, to make him moan, to make him come. Her juices flowed steadily as
Logan thrust his fingers deeper, bending them at just the right angle to…

“Oh God!” Sam screamed, unable to
stop herself as she plunged headlong into a glorious, soul shattering orgasm,
unlike any she had known before.

“Did you come?” Logan asked,
though the question was rhetorical, his fingers still buried deep, her bones
languid, her muscles like water, as she leaned into him, unable to hold herself
up. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”

Sam wanted to care, but her body
was sated, yet another fire banked deeper than before, heat pooling in her
womb, as she watched as Luke pulled his cock from Cole’s mouth, the other man
still on his knees before him. And then Luke turned his attention to her,
raising one hand while the other continued to stroke the heated steel shaft
between his legs. When he crooked his finger at her, motioning her to him, Sam
didn’t know what to do.

“He wants you, baby. Go to him.”
Logan instructed, helping her to stand, her legs weak, barely able to hold her.
As she took the steps required to get closer to Luke, she saw something in his
eyes, something akin to desperation, a barely controlled fury.

“Come here, Sam.” Luke stated,
his patience wearing thin, yet she couldn’t seem to move faster, couldn’t make
her legs work. Once she reached him, he lifted her into his arms, one behind
her back, the other under her legs as he strode toward the doors of his house,
where he was taking her, she had no idea.

“Inside.” Luke instructed Cole,
who had yet to stand from his position on the ground.

Sam realized that, despite the
other man’s defiance, he was doing as he was told, which was all part of the
game. Luke carried her through the living room, past the kitchen, to a set of
stairs that led to a second floor she hadn’t yet seen. Why hadn’t Luke shown
her this part of the house earlier?