Club Destiny 1 Conviction (43 page)

Where did all of that common
sense go? The recent decisions she made to get a grip on her relationship with
Logan, to bring it back within the realm of normal, were just faded memories at
this point.

Sam glanced down when Logan
pulled her hand closer to him, letting her hand rest at the top of his thigh,
so close to the bulge she could see clearly defined behind the zipper of his
jeans. She tried to turn away quickly, pretend she didn’t see what she had;
knowing exactly where this night was leading, but unable to protest.

Damn her overactive libido. What
the hell was wrong with her?

“See what you do to me, Sam?”
Logan’s deep, dark, sultry drawl filled the confines of the truck, washing her
with a warm glow, his hand moving hers to rest on the hard ridge of his
erection outlining his jeans.

Her breath caught, her fingers
twitched nervously, disobeying her determination to avoid these situations
specifically.

Despite all of that, despite her
best intentions, her body wanted this. Wanted the pleasure she could find in
his arms, in Luke’s arms. For two weeks, those thoughts hadn’t set well with
her, but the images, the memories imbedded into every cell of her being had set
her ablaze when she tried to pretend otherwise.

It was dark outside; the only
light was the soft blue glow from the instruments on the dash, leaving them all
awash in shadows. Logan had begun to rub her hand slowly over the steely edge
of his erection, his breaths shorter, choppier than before, sending a surge of
power through her.

“Stroke my cock, Sam.” Logan
instructed, his voice harder than before.

When she would have moved her
hand away, scared by the sheer intensity that burst through her veins, Logan
gripped her wrist.

“Take my cock out and stroke it.”

His voice brooked no argument,
the hard edge of his words sending tingles straight between her thighs, where
moisture pooled, preparing her for what was to come.

Sam found her fingers doing
exactly as he demanded, slowly slipping the button from its mooring, then
gently lowering the zipper, the sound of the metal teeth ricocheting through
the otherwise silence of the truck.

Logan pushed back into the seat,
giving her more room to work with as she tried to free him from the denim
confines of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans, going full
commando, and Sam had a feeling he had done so just for this moment.

He assisted by lifting his hips,
pushing his jeans down just far enough to release his rock hard cock. When she
hesitated, Logan placed her hand around the soft, smooth skin of his shaft,
Sam’s fingers instinctively closing around him. God he was so big, his cock
like velvet covered steel, hard and pulsing in her hand.

“God that feels good.” He
groaned, a shiver of pleasure shooting through her.

She liked how he reacted to her
touch, loved the way he verbalized what he was feeling, spurring her on, making
her ache to touch him, to taste him.

Trepidation slivered down her
spine, making her peel her eyes away from his glorious cock; glancing around to
make sure they weren’t being watched. But, they were still driving, some sort
of back road from what she could tell. No lights from nearby houses, only the
moon, partially shrouded by evening clouds.

Sam felt movement on her left
side, drawing her attention. The sight of Luke, his fly open, the mushroomed
head of his cock peeking out, captured her attention.

Luke’s eyes darted to hers and
what she saw reflected there sent a shot of heat straight to her clit. His eyes
were hooded, the desire evident on his hard features. But she saw something
else, something bordering on dangerous in those steely eyes.

“Touch me, Sam.” His demand was
edged with aggression, a hint of impatience in his tone and Sam immediately
enclosed him with her left hand, her right still slowly stroking over the satin
covered length of Logan.

“That’s so good, baby.” Logan
groaned, Sam jerked her head toward him.

His eyes were closed, his head
tipped back, and she wondered if he knew she was doing the same thing to his
brother. Of course he did. Logan knew exactly what she was doing, and the fact
that he wanted her to had an inkling of doubt and fear filling her mind.

When his eyes slid open, his gaze
locking on hers, Sam saw the same determination, the hint of aggression filling
eyes that looked just the same as his brothers, only they held a hint of
tenderness in them.

“Put your lips on my dick.” He
ordered, his hand snaking out to capture the back of her head, pulling her down
toward him. Only the seatbelt wouldn’t let her move, and then she heard the
familiar click from where Luke had obviously unlatched it. “He’ll be careful.
We’re almost there.” Logan assured her, pulling her closer.

She had to turn her body, moving
quickly because Logan was pulling her face into his lap, not letting up on the
pressure behind her head.

A fever ignited in her
bloodstream, making her want things she swore she wouldn’t want any longer,
making her feel things that were so taboo, Sam was torn between what she wanted
to do and what she should do.

“Now.” Logan insisted, wrapping
his hand around his shaft and pressing the head against her lips. “Lick me.”

Her tongue snaked out, gliding
over the engorged tip, the warm, salty taste exploding on her tongue, reminding
her of who this man was. What he meant to her.

She wanted this, and no matter
how many times she tried to deny it, Sam had no control over that fact. She
belonged to him, heart, body and soul, and there wasn’t anything she could do
to change that.

“That’s it, baby. Wrap your lips
around my dick.” Logan held the back of her head, pressing her into his lap,
his cock thrust into her mouth, as she fought to breath, overwhelmed with the
musky, masculine scent of him.

He tasted good, and her body
burned from the simple hold he kept on her head. She could feel Luke’s hand as
it slid over her back, gliding underneath her t-shirt, caressing the skin he
found there.

Then his hand was gone, and she
felt the truck slow, wondering where they were and what was going on. But, when
she tried to pull her head up, Logan only held her tighter.

“Suck my dick.” Logan’s harsh
tone had her jerking as the words ripped through the truck, but she didn’t try
to pull away again.

Instead, she devoured the head of
his cock, wrapping her lips around him, and applying gentle suction. She was in
an awkward position, partially sitting on the seat, half lying in his lap, but
the only thing she could focus on was the way he ground his cock into her
mouth.

“So fucking hot.” Logan groaned,
the truck lurched forward just a little only to stop again.

Sam couldn’t help wondering where
they were, but she couldn’t move, could only feel. Logan’s cock filled her
mouth, while Luke’s hands, she assumed they were Luke’s hands, slid fully under
her shirt, moving around her until they cupped her breasts, the warmth of his
palms against her nipples making her ache to be naked, to feel him fully
against her.

Suddenly, a hand twined in her
ponytail, pulling her up until Logan’s cock slipped from her mouth, and she
found herself looking directly in the hazel depths of his eyes, seconds before
his mouth closed over hers. Luke’s warm body pressed against her back, Logan at
her front and Sam felt like she would go up in flames. When he pulled back, Sam
finally got a glimpse of where they were. It was a garage; the same size as the
one that housed Logan’s three cars, if not bigger.

What the hell did Luke do for a
living?

“Get out.” Luke instructed and
then one of the other garage doors raised, an unfamiliar black Silverado truck
easing to a stop in the empty spot next to Luke’s. Sam couldn’t hold back the
gasp when a tall, broad shouldered, handsome man exited the truck, catching her
eye momentarily. Suddenly she knew what they had in store for her.

She couldn’t do this. She
couldn’t.

Her heart pounded like a bass
drum on steroids, her body trembled, and her legs refused to move. Logan
clasped her wrist and helped pull her from the truck. Once she slid to the
floor, he pressed her against the passenger door, effectively trapping her
between his body and the ungiving vehicle.

“You ran from me, Sam.” Logan bit
out, tilting her chin up to look at him, his hand unexpectedly gentle on her
face. “You thought you could run. You thought you could convince yourself you
didn’t want this. That this didn’t make your body burn.”

Sam locked her eyes on his,
seeing only passion and heat reflected in the beautiful multicolored depths,
not the anger she felt coursing just beneath the surface.

~*~*~

“I won’t force this on you.”
Logan felt the need to clarify for her. He could see the fear mixed with the
anticipation, knew she wouldn’t be able to deny herself this, no matter how
much she wanted to. “This is all about you, Sam. No one else. Remember your
safe word?”

She nodded, staring up at him,
her hands gripping his biceps.

“You chose that word for a
reason. Now, it’s time for you to decide what you really want. Right here.
Right now.” He kept his voice low, though he knew they didn’t have an audience.
Luke and Cole had already gone into the house, leaving him a few minutes to
ensure Sam was on the same page.

As much as they wanted her
pleasure, as much as they wanted to fill her unconditionally, to take her to
places she’d never dreamed of, the three of them would never force her. He
would never force her. She would have to be a willing participant, or they
would stop. But, he couldn’t help the edge of anger that bubbled just beneath
the surface. She’d told him she loved him, and that meant acceptance. She’d
accepted him, all of him. The pleasure he could give her. Along with the trust.

“I love you, Sam.” He whispered,
holding her chin firmly between his thumb and index finger. “And I know you
love me.”

He could see it in her eyes. She
might have disappeared for two weeks, she might have tried to avoid him, and
she might’ve even tried to convince herself she didn’t want this, but he knew
better.

“What happens tonight stays
between the four of us. You can trust me on that, Sam.”

Sam nodded, he could see the
concern in her eyes, but she didn’t try to pull away. He waited, giving her a
chance to refuse.

“I love you.” Those three words
tore at his heart, making his body throb with the need to take her, to show her
what it does to him for her to admit it. “I trust you.”

Logan crushed his mouth to hers,
pulling her closer, holding her to him as he thrust his tongue into her mouth,
delving deeper, tasting her passion, her hesitation, but most importantly her
acceptance.

She might have run, but Logan
knew she understood the consequences now. She knew she would be punished in the
most erotic, most passionate way possible, and she accepted it.

Breaking the kiss, Logan pulled
her hips against his, letting her feel how hard she’d made him, how much she
had taken from him by her little deception, and he could see in her eyes, how
much she wanted this.

“It’s all about you. Always about
you.” He whispered the words, then pressed a line of kisses on her lower lip,
before he gently bit into the soft flesh. “Now, it’s time you take your
punishment. You can’t run from me, baby. You can never run because I won’t give
up.”

Nodding her head again, Logan
took a step back, readjusted his clothes, tucking his iron hard cock back into
his jeans, then zipping them before he took her hand and led her into the
house. What he had in store for her tonight was pushing even his own limits.

He’d shared many women, some with
Luke, others with Cole. Both men were fully aware of his sexual needs, he just
as aware of theirs. He trusted them both with his life, and now he trusted them
both with Sam.

They’d never participated in
something like this, but tonight was about exploring their deepest, darkest
fantasies. He knew his own, and he understood Cole’s. Luke’s, on the other
hand, were a little harder to get his mind around.

Before the night was through,
they would push past some of their own boundaries, and tomorrow, in the bright
light of day, they’d resume their normal lives, continue as though nothing
happened though they would all four be game for more.

Logan was sure of it.

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Once inside, Logan offered Sam a
drink as they entered the well-lit kitchen, one that easily rivaled Logan’s.
The cabinets were a rich, dark wood, the appliances, stainless steel. The
furnishings were masculine and tasteful, and Sam found herself looking around,
trying to acquaint herself with the man she knew so elusively.

“What does Luke do for a living?”
She found herself asking as Logan pulled a bottle of Vodka from the freezer,
going in search of something to mix with it.

“He owns a club.” Logan told her,
his words mumbled as he rummaged through the refrigerator.