Club Destiny 1 Conviction (34 page)

Closing her eyes, she willed
herself to relax, listening to the soft music that began playing from the
speakers overhead.

The sound of the door opening,
then closing again jarred Sam awake. She must have dozed for a minute. When
Logan came around, he was carrying two glasses, and she noticed he’d removed
his shoes at some point.

Sitting up, she reached for one
of the glasses, waiting while he got comfortable beside her. As was the usual
routine, Logan pulled her closer against his side, one arm around behind her
shoulders. It was a position she’d come to cherish, being held by this man.

“Do you think it’s warm enough
yet?” His breath was warm on her ear, and she felt her stomach do the flippy
thing it did when he was around.

Sam assumed he was talking about
the hot tub, but she could think of some other things that were warming up
quite nicely. “Not sure, but I think it’s getting warm rather quickly.”

Sam held her breath when Logan
moved to set his drink on the table. When he moved closer, sweeping her hair
off of her neck, she shuddered. And when he pressed his lips to her neck, she
nearly came right there.

“Do you know what I want, Sam?”

Sam tilted her head, careful not
to spill her drink as she hoped she knew the answer to Logan’s question. “No, I
don’t. Tell me.”

Slowly trailing kisses down her
neck, Sam shivered, waiting for what he would say. The deep, thundering tone of
his voice was enough to set her off, much less the erotic things he told her.

“I want to watch you.” Logan
pressed his lips at the back of her neck, then moved to the opposite side. “I
want to watch another man pleasure you.”

Was it possible to have an orgasm
from words alone? Her womb clenched and a spiraling heat traveled through her
core.

“The other night, it made me so
fucking hard to watch you. Watching as he lapped at your pussy.” Logan nipped
her earlobe. “Watching when you came in his mouth.”

Sam shuttered, hovering on the
brink of an orgasm so intense, she didn’t think she’d be able to move
afterward. And he’d barely touched her.

“Can I watch, Sam?”

Sam couldn’t turn to look at him
in the position she was in, so she took a sip of her rather strong drink, and
nodded her head. If he wasn’t careful, he’d make her come before he ever had a
chance to watch anything.

“Say it, Sam.” Logan insisted.

“Yes. You can watch.”

~*~*~

Logan inhaled deep, wondering for
the first time how Sam was going to react when she saw Luke. The other night,
she’d been blindfolded, and Luke had been careful not to let her see him; nor
had he stuck around afterward. Suddenly, he questioned his decision and
wondered if he should warn her beforehand.

He distracted himself by nibbling
her neck, reaching around to remove her now empty glass from her hands. Before
he’d set the glass down beside his own, the French doors opened behind them.

Logan downed his own drink
quickly, needing a dose of liquid courage to help him get through the next few
minutes.

“Remember, no questions.” Logan
whispered, sucking more insistently on the soft skin of her shoulder, waiting
for her reaction.

“Ohmigod.” Logan barely heard
Sam’s whisper, but he felt her body tense, noticed the way she pushed back
against him ever so slightly.

Luke McCoy walked around the end
of the couch, his hands tucked into his pockets, a crooked smile on his lips
and Logan knew Sam thought she was being deceived.

The man was the spitting image of
Logan himself, his identical twin brother, only two minutes older.

Logan didn’t talk much about his
brother, at least not at work, and he usually never referenced the fact that he
was a twin. For those who knew them both, they knew that both brothers shared a
tremendous amount of similarities. They looked so much alike, even their
grandfather hadn’t been able to tell them apart much of the time.

“Stand up.” Logan commanded Sam,
waiting to see if she would utilize the safe word to end this before it got
started. She didn’t hesitate, but she didn’t hurry to move from her position,
slowly sliding her feet out from under her until they touched the floor, then
pushing up until she was standing directly in front of Luke.

“Take her clothes off.” This time
the command was for Luke, who only glanced his way briefly.

Logan knew what Sam saw when she
looked at Luke. She saw
him
. They walked the same, dressed the same, and
even had the same voice. Luke carried himself the same way as Logan, both of them
standing at six and a half feet tall.

Logan was pretty sure that if
they wanted, they could trick her easily, and she wouldn’t be able to tell
either of them apart. That wouldn’t be happening though, because, although he
and Luke might share women from time to time, this particular one belonged to
him.

They’d shared many women between
them, most of them generally ones Luke was seeing, but the occasional girl from
Logan’s past was privy to one of their threesomes. They hadn’t been like this
though. The possessive streak Logan had developed since meeting Samantha was
fierce, growing in its intensity as each day passed.

Logan tried to fade into the
background so to speak, only wanting to instruct when necessary, but wanting to
watch as another man, one who happened to look just like him, pleasured Sam.

She stood motionless at the edge
of the couch, Luke standing only inches away now.

“You’re beautiful.” Luke
whispered, sliding his hand down Sam’s cheek. Logan knew what that felt like,
knew the way his heart squeezed in his chest when Sam looked at him like he
could do anything.

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He was close… really, really
close. This man who looked and sounded just like Logan, but Sam knew he wasn’t
because Logan was still behind her. She could still feel him, knew he would
watch over her.

When Luke’s body pressed up
against hers, she felt the hard planes of his chest beneath his shirt,
instinctively moving her hands up onto his chest. As she touched him, his hands
brushed the undersides of her breasts, then casually glided down to her waist.
Once he held her in place, Sam watched in stunned fascination as he leaned down
and pressed his lips to hers.

His lips were gentle, not as soft
as Logan’s, but nice. Unsure of what was proper etiquette in a situation like
this, she leaned in and kissed him back. As their lips molded together, his
tongue reaching out to meet hers, Sam felt the hem of her shirt being lifted,
slowly, strong, masculine hands brushing against her skin. Only did Luke break
the kiss as he lifted her shirt over her head, removing it completely.

The next thing she knew, Sam was
standing with her back to Luke, facing Logan as he sat on the couch, his eyes
glued to the scene before him. Even in the dim light from the candles, Sam
could see the embers burning in his eyes. She kept her eyes locked on his while
his brother’s hands slid up over her stomach, stopping to cup her breasts,
gently massaging the soft mounds, eliciting a groan from her. 

“Do you like when he watches
you?” Luke’s deep voice reverberated through her, sending chills down her
spine.

“Yes.” Breathless and aching, Sam
managed to speak as Luke continued to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples
through the lace of her bra. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she
covered Luke’s, guiding him in his movements.

Logan’s body shifted slightly,
but he remained seated, a front row view of his brother fondling her. Luke
reached between her breasts, slipping the front clasp to unhook her bra, slowly
lowering the lace until her nipples were caressed by the brisk night air.

She once again put her hands over
his, guiding them back where she wanted them. His fingertips teased her
nipples, his hands cupping her breasts, the warmth seeping into her.

The sensations were so intense,
feeling Logan’s eyes as they caressed her naked breasts, Sam’s head fell back
against Luke’s chest, squeezing his hands until they applied the pressure she
was looking for.

The ridge of his erection pressed
against her bottom, the sudden memories of the last time flooded her mind with
vivid images. Sam inhaled, remembering the way he tasted in her mouth. The
remembered feel of him, the way he’d touched her, licked her, warred with the
way he touched her now. His hands firm, yet gentle, teasing her relentlessly
while she wanted him to strip her naked and ravage her.

Logan moved forward on the couch,
catching her eye. She waited for him to move closer, to put his hands on her
too, but he didn’t. He stopped, but the movement must have been Luke’s clue,
because he removed his hands from her breasts, sliding down her body until he
was on his knees behind her. Her bra slid down her arms and dropped to the
floor, but no one paid any attention to her clothing being dispelled on the ground
around them.

Luke reached around her,
unbuttoning her jeans, sliding the zipper down, then lowering the denim down
her legs until it pooled at her feet. It was strange to feel him behind her,
but she assumed he did it so as not to impede Logan’s view. She stepped out of
her jeans, Luke tossing them onto the other discarded items.

Standing before them both, naked
except for her panties, Sam felt her blood begin to boil, yet she didn’t feel
vulnerable. No, she just felt… hot. And anxious. She wanted them to move this
along, get completely naked, both of their hands on her, their mouths, filling
her to overflowing.

Luke’s large hands gripped her
calves, moving up over the back of her legs, until they cupped her bare bottom,
her thong providing little cover. Drowning in the exquisite sensations, while
unable to see Luke, Sam focused her attention on Logan. He remained seated,
perched on the edge of the couch, his eyes trailing his brother’s movements,
returning periodically to catch her gaze.

“Spread your legs.” Logan
commanded.

Sam did as she was told, Luke’s
hand sliding between her thighs, making her spread them even wider, giving him
access to where she wanted to feel him. Instead of giving her what she was
begging for, Luke rubbed between her thighs gently, teasing her by barely
grazing her mound, causing her to groan with aggravation.

“Come here.” Logan instructed,
taking her hand and pulling her onto the couch.

Sam had to kneel on the couch,
crawling forward until she was far enough forward that she could reach the
back, gripping tightly as she anticipated what would come next.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Sam shifted so her legs widened,
her pussy soaking the tiny scrap of fabric still between her legs.

Luke moved between her legs, his
back on the couch, his legs extending over the edge. When he gripped her hips,
pulling her down until she was directly over his face, moving her panties to
the side, Sam shuddered with excitement. Even the anticipation of his tongue
sliding into her was enough to set off a mini detonation of desire.

When he sucked her pussy lips
into his mouth, she gasped, wanting to press down against his face, force his
tongue on her clit.

“So fucking hot.” Logan groaned,
leaning back on the couch so he could see between her legs, his hand fondling
her breasts, teasing her nipple with his roughened fingertips.

Sam pressed against Logan’s hand,
hoping he’d apply more pressure. She needed something… something more. As
Luke’s tongue explored her pussy, his hands holding her open so he could go
deeper, Sam tried to press down, increase the friction of his tongue. His
forearms held her in place, limiting her ability to apply the necessary
pressure to push her over.

“You like having your pussy
eaten?” Logan’s voice thundered around her, bringing her attention back to him.
“Watching you sit on his face while he tongue fucks you makes my dick hard.”

Logan had pulled his cock out,
stroking the satin length, making Sam’s mouth itch to taste him. To know he was
stroking himself as he watched her get her pussy licked by another man sent a
flood of moisture between her thighs.

She could feel her orgasm
building, the way Luke’s tongue lapped up her juices, the look on Logan’s face,
the sound of his voice, watching as he stroked himself faster… she wasn’t going
to last. If she could only… yes, that’s it.

“Not yet, baby.” Logan said,
taking her nipple in his mouth, his teeth biting hard enough to send an arrow
of pain straight to her clit.

They were going to kill her. She
couldn’t take the teasing, she didn’t want slow. She wanted hard and fast. She
just needed Luke to…

Just when she thought her body
might explode from the pleasure, Luke slid out from under her. Sam watched
Logan, anticipating his next command. Wanting him to instruct her next move.
Instead, he pulled off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the ground. The hard,
tense muscles in his shoulders stood out in stark relief as he pushed his jeans
down his legs, releasing his cock completely to her hungry gaze.