Addicted (Club Destiny #3) (4 page)

“Ok,
no. I don’t have any experience. I mean none whatsoever.” Ashleigh admitted
with a sigh.

Was
she saying...?
Sam’s eyes widened as she tried to
comprehend what her friend was telling her, but before she could voice what was
on her mind, Sierra beat her to it.

“You’re
a virgin?”

Ashleigh
glanced back and forth around their table before grimacing. “Good grief,
announce it to the entire restaurant why don’t you.”

“Oh
my goodness.” Sierra was apparently out of words.

“Holy
crap, Ashleigh. How in the world have you come up with the material you’ve
plied your readers with? I have to admit, I’m addicted to these erotic romance
novels you’ve got going on, but I would have never imagined you could come up
with some of that stuff without any experience whatsoever.”

“Addicted?
Hmmm... I like that.” Ashleigh beamed. “It’s not that hard really. Just because
I’ve never had an orgasm at the hands of a man, doesn’t mean I haven’t
experienced one for myself.” She laughed as she poured ketchup on her plate
like they were talking about the weather and not an intensely personal aspect
of her life.

“But...”
Again Sierra seemed to be overwhelmed to the point she couldn’t even finish a
sentence.

Ashleigh
laughed, but then her smile died a quick and painful death and she looked more
than serious, staring back and forth between both women. “Don’t you dare tell
another living soul. I mean no one. Not Logan,” she said, looking at Sam, “and
not Cole or Luke,” she told Sierra. “Nobody whatsoever.”

“Does
Alex know?” Sam couldn’t imagine what his reaction would have been if Ashleigh
told him.

“Good
God no! I mean seriously. I’m almost thirty years old. Could you imagine what
he’d say if he were to find out?”

No.
No, she couldn’t.

On
top of that, Sam didn’t know how the hell Ashleigh Thomas had made it this far
without ever giving in to temptation. She did want to be a fly on the wall when
Alex found out though. That was going to be comical.

~~  **  ~~  **  ~~  **  ~~

“How
was lunch?” Logan asked Sam when she walked in the door several hours later.

“It
was... good.”

Logan
got the impression Sam was holding something back, but he wasn’t about to ask
what it could possibly be. She was a woman, and she had just spent several
hours with her closest friends. He could only imagine what the conversation
entailed, but quite frankly, he didn’t want to know the interworking’s of the
female mind.

He
and Luke had talked over their burgers, but they definitely hadn’t talked about
anything personal the way he figured the girls did when they were together. His
conversations with his brother generally consisted of a few sports references,
but mostly they talked about the club or XTX.

“So,
what’s on the agenda for the afternoon?” Sam asked when she tossed her purse
onto the table, along with her cell phone. “Is Luke here?”

“No,
he left a little while ago. Something about getting home to his woman and
taking advantage of having her all to himself.”

“Hmmm...”
Sam said as she snuggled up against him, allowing him to fold her into his
arms. “I like the way his mind works.”

“Yeah?”
Logan’s body went instantly hard at Sam’s implication, but he knew that he had
to hold her off for a few hours because he wasn’t about to interfere with his
plans for the evening. “Well, I was thinking we could catch a movie, then come
home so you can make me that dinner you promised.”

“What’d
you have in mind?” She asked as she looked up at him, her arms wrapped around
his waist. Logan would never tire of having her touch him, or being able to hold
her close. It was the second best feeling in the world, the first of course
being when he was sheathed inside of her.

“I’m
thinking we should catch up with the rest of the world and check out the
Avenger’s movie.” He told her, placing a kiss on her lips.

“I’m
game for spending a couple of hours checking out some hot guys who save the
world.” Sam’s mischievous smile made Logan laugh.

“Is
that right?” He asked as he grabbed his keys and wallet from the bar. “Well,
I’m willing to let you watch hot guys, as long as tonight, I get to watch you.”

Her
green eyes darkened with desire and Logan was tempted to turn her toward their
bedroom and have his way with her before they went to the movies. When she
looked at him like that, he wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and
ravish her incredible body. For now he would have to wait.

He
only hoped he could withstand the anticipation.

By
the time Sam and Logan made it back to the house, he was more than ready for
eight o’clock to roll around. So ready, he was tempted to call Tag and tell him
to get his ass over to the house.

Sam
had tested him for the last two hours, doing wicked, wicked things to him that
made him want to strip her naked right there in the movie theater and have his
way with her while the whole fucking place watched. The woman was downright evil
when she was horny.

What
the hell had they talked about at lunch, he wondered to himself.

“Dinner
will be ready in thirty minutes.” She called out from the kitchen.

At
this point, Logan wasn’t much in the mood for food, but that was because he was
hungry for something else entirely. Figuring he had no choice except to be
patient, he ventured outside and turned on the television his wife had
convinced him to put out there. He remembered when she had given him a hard
time about not having one.

Every
now and then, they would sit outside on the patio and watch television,
drinking a glass of wine and enjoying the early spring temperature. The best time
had been when he’d secretly slipped a porno in when Sam hadn’t been looking,
trying to surprise her. She’d surprised him right back. Right here on the
couch.

Glancing
at the pool, he wondered if he should get her in it later. The night was cool,
but the water was heated so they could still enjoy it. He’d like it even more
if he could convince her to get in naked.

While
his eyes stared at the television, he was seeing his wife naked in his mind’s
eye, only to be interrupted by the sound of his cell phone ringing.

“McCoy.”
He answered, taking a long pull on his beer.

“We
still on for tonight?” Tag’s laidback drawl came through the phone.

“We
are.”

“Perfect.
See you at eight.” With that, the line went dead, and Logan was once again
reassured. Now he just had to figure out how to delay dinner so that they were
still in the kitchen when Tag showed up.

~*~*~

Dinner
was perfect if she did say so herself. Sure, she might have had to recook the
bread, tossing out the original rolls she’d burned and forcing Logan to wait an
extra twenty minutes while she put the finishing touches on, but in the end, it
worked out perfectly.

They
were still sitting at the kitchen table, drinking wine and talking, but
something was off about Logan. He seemed distracted, and Sam couldn’t figure
out why.

“Is
something wrong?” She finally asked when he stopped talking altogether.

“Yes.”

Her
heart thumped hard in her chest and worry filled her mind. She waited patiently
for him to continue.

“I
think we need to talk about your punishment.” He said, sounding entirely too
serious.

“For
what?” Sam had an idea what he was referring to, and she bit back a grin. Their
movie date had been entertaining, to say the least. She’d offered a little
payback of her own making while they were seated in the dark theater and she
didn’t think he’d appreciated it.

“Don’t
play innocent with me, woman.” He scolded her before standing from his chair
and taking his wine glass to the counter. When he returned, he took hers from
her and deposited it beside his.

Butterflies
erupted in her belly making it hard to breath.

“Come
here.” He ordered, making Sam’s heart stutter erratically. She loved this side
of Logan – the hardcore, demanding, no holds barred side.

Her
feet weren’t listening to reason, and apparently neither were her legs because
she was unable to push up from her chair. Still sitting at the kitchen table,
Sam was rooted in place, watching the sexy way he moved, the glimmer of seductive
passion that backlit his beautiful eyes.

“Alright.
I can take a hint.” He told her as he moved closer, his enormous body looming
over her. “If you want to do this at the kitchen table, I’m all for it.”

Wait...
what? The kitchen table? Surely he wouldn’t.

Before
she could inhale – or argue – he lifted her easily and deposited her butt on
the hard wooden surface. He eased between her legs as he lifted her chin so she
had no choice but to look him in the eye. What she saw there lit a flame deep
in her core.

“What
do you think your punishment should be?”

Sam
wasn’t sure whether the question was rhetorical or not, but since it was the
second time he’d mentioned it, she was thinking maybe not. What should her punishment
be? It was a really good question and had her mind whirling with the
possibilities.

“I’m
beginning to think I should take you over my knee.”

Oh
God
!
Surely he wouldn’t! The thought of being spanked was humiliating, but just as
equally arousing. She had never been spanked before.

“Do
you want me to spank you, Sam?” Logan asked, holding her chin firmly in his
fingers.

“No.”
She tried to put some insistence in the single word, which was why she was stunned
that it came out sounding more like a question.

“Are
you sure about that?”

He
was right to question her because she was questioning herself at the moment.
Did she want him to spank her? Would he really do it if she told him yes?

“That’s
it.” He said in a tone that heated Sam’s skin from the inside out. “Stand up.”

~~  **  ~~  **  ~~  **  ~~

When
he took a step back, allowing her room to ease down from the table, Sam did
exactly as he said. She couldn’t hide the grin, and when she looked up, she saw
ecstasy shining in the hazel depths of his eyes while a smile tipped the very
edges of his sensual lips.

Logan
took a seat in the chair she had vacated earlier and put his hands on her hips,
turning her until she was facing him. Sam had to brace herself by placing her
hands on his shoulders. His movements were jerky, as though he were excited,
which she knew he was.

“Strip.”

Logan’s
terse voice was like a shockwave to her insides, shaking her up and throwing
her off balance. Was he really going to go through with this?

“Take
your clothes off, Sam.” He slowly enunciated each word, as though she hadn’t
understood him the first time.

Oh,
she understood alright. She was just a little on the timid side at the moment.

With
her back to the living room, facing Logan, Sam sucked in air and a little bit
of courage while she was at it. They played these games frequently, so getting
naked in front of her husband wasn’t unusual. In the kitchen was a little
strange, but not enough to shake her resolve. Apparently she was a little leery
of the promise of punishment. Something he’d never done before.

Without
further hesitation, Sam slowly disrobed, removing her shoes first, followed by
her jeans and t-shirt. Just to push him a little, she left her panties and bra
on because she knew he would expect them to come off, as well.

“I
said strip. Since when does that mean you can leave anything on?” Logan asked
pointedly, his heated gaze caressing every inch of exposed skin.

“Mmmm...
Sorry.” Sam uttered, trying to appear as though she were. “I forgot what you
told me to do.”

“Is
that so?”

She
liked taunting him, liked pushing him because in the end, he would overwhelm
her with pleasure. “Yes.”

“In
that case, I think you’ve definitely earned your punishment. Come here.”

Sam
walked to him, taking slow, measured steps, anticipation burning through her.

Logan
turned his chair, placing more space between him and the table before taking
her hand. When he pulled her close, she instinctively moved to stand in front
of him, but he easily adjusted her course until she was standing on his right
side.

“Bend
over my knee.” Logan’s voice was deep, laced with promise.

Sam
looked down at his knees, then back at him, unable to move from her spot. Ok,
so thinking about being spanked and actually giving in to letting it happen
were two different things. Maybe she should rethink this entire situation.

Just
when she would have taken a step back, Logan gripped her wrist firmly.