Devotion (Club Destiny #7) (27 page)

There had been several meetings initially with Luke, Cole, Trent and Xander to discuss and outline how they could incorporate what each of them was looking for. What they ended up with was so much more than she expected. Considering the amount of money they put into the place, Sierra shouldn’t have been all that surprised.

“Hey, baby.”

Cole’s rich, sexy voice caught her attention and had Sierra turning to face him.

“Hi,” she replied, walking across the spacious lobby area to greet him appropriately.

“Want to do one more walk through?” Cole asked as he held her close, placing a kiss to her forehead as he pulled her against his body.

“That would be perfect,” she answered. Sierra was more than a little nervous about the soft opening scheduled for tomorrow night, although no one else seemed to be.

Cole took her hand, and they followed the same path Xander had taken a few minutes before, leaving the lobby and going into the club area.

The space opened up perfectly, an exquisite design of glass and steel that spread out before them, and Sierra stopped to take it all in. It was still hard to believe that this used to be one insignificant space that boasted more concrete than anything. Now, thanks to her insistence, there wasn’t anything left of the drab, well-worn brown slab. It was sufficiently hidden by plush carpet, rich, dark hardwood, and expensive, yet understated tile flooring.

Cole stopped just inside the space, glancing from floor to ceiling as she stood beside him doing the same. The main floor had been remodeled completely, and despite Luke’s initial intention to keep the restrooms that had been centered right in the middle of the warehouse, Sierra had suggested that they redesign them and move them to a more appropriate location. She insisted that this wasn’t going to be a meat market. If they were looking for a much more upscale clientele, then they were going to have to work for it.

Now, directly in the center of the warehouse, on the main floor, there were four glass enclosed rooms that butted up against one another. From where she and Cole stood, Sierra could see straight through to the opposite end of the club, which she certainly liked. The restrooms had been moved to the opposite end of the building, no longer the focus of the space.

On each end of the glass enclosures, two bars stood opulent and proud, backlit with red LED lights that reflected off of the blue tinged glass. When the overhead lights were turned off, which they would be during operating hours, the bars would practically light up the entire area.

In order to keep the openness, a second floor had been added, although they kept a similar design to the other club, incorporating twelve hundred square feet of rooms, some private, some enclosed in glass and visible to anyone who wanted a front row view. From where Sierra stood looking up, she saw mostly steel beams and catwalks and a very sexy wrought iron railing that outlined the second floor. The upstairs rooms outlined the perimeter of the building and accessible from the narrow hallway, which meant that, from the first floor, there was a brief glimpse of each room through the railing, but guests would be mostly hidden from view. Some of the rooms had glass fronts, which would offer occupants the ability to be seen from the outside if that was, in fact, their choice. Others had solid doors that afforded them a measure of privacy.

Cole led her past the first bar, the large glass rooms that could be reserved for the most adventurous types who wanted to be the center of attention, the second bar and then stopped in front of the dance floor. Sierra was a little amused by the fact that Trent insisted on a dance floor. It was nice, she had to admit, and she couldn’t wait to see what sort of dances went on there. Trent was currently in the process of trying to persuade Luke to let him hire some dancers of his own. He’d even had a couple of catwalk stages designed and installed for that very possibility. Sierra was pretty sure Luke would cave eventually, but for now he seemed to enjoy making Trent beg.

After checking the few details she had left on her list of the first floor action items, Sierra moved to the stairs with Cole directly behind her. At the top of the back stairs, they turned to the right, entering a code that would allow them access to the main offices.

The area was soundproofed with the most expensive material, but Sierra still doubted it would filter out all of the noise. Because she had a couple of items she needed to follow up on, she stopped by Trent’s office first. He wasn’t in, so she stepped in, checking to ensure that the blinds had been installed and that the broken tile in the en suite bathroom shower had been fixed. When those items were checked off, she followed Cole to the next office, which belonged to Xander.

“Come in,” the rusty baritone called from behind the closed door when she knocked softly.

Sierra opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

“Cole,” Xander greeted him quickly, then turned his attention back to his computer screen.

“Just wanted to make sure they were able to get your requests taken care of,” Sierra stated, glancing around quickly. She was well aware of the fact that Xander Boone had some rather intense kinks and his office had been outfitted to accommodate those, which she found rather amusing.

“Sure did,” he answered with a sly grin, not looking up from his computer monitor.

“Perfect,” Sierra said shyly and then backed out of the room with Cole behind her. She heard him chuckle, and she couldn’t hide the smile as she shut the door.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked, turning to face him.

“You.”

“And why do I amuse you?”

“You’re just so damned cute.” Leaning down, he kissed her on the nose before she turned away.

“Cute? I’m cute,” she mumbled beneath her breath as she moved on to Luke’s office.

Out of respect, not knowing whether he was inside talking to Logan and Sam or not, she waited for him to answer. When there wasn’t a reply, she opened the door and stepped inside.

All four men’s offices were exactly the same size, and they all lined the far back wall of the warehouse, sandwiched between the exterior wall and a wall of windows that overlooked the entire space. From each office, they had a unique view of everything that was going on below them, as well as several of the rooms. Their windows were mirrored so no one else could see in, even if the lights were on, but they could see out.

Luke’s blinds were open, and as Sierra stepped inside, she noticed Logan and Sam heading back down the front stairs to the main floor with Luke a few feet in front of them. Wanting to have a minute or two to talk to Sam, Sierra made quick work of checking the last few items on Luke’s list and then moved quickly to Cole’s office through the adjoining door. The other offices did not connect to one another, but Luke had insisted that they have adjoining doors, although either or both could be locked from each office.

“Were they able to fix the issue in the bathroom?” Sierra asked as she checked to see that the carpet had been fixed per her request.

“Not sure. Maybe you should check?” Cole said gruffly, and Sierra glanced back at him over her shoulder.

“You’re a devious man, Cole Ackerley.” Laughing, she headed to the opulent bathroom that looked exactly the same in each of the offices to see that the shower door was now in place. Before she could turn around fully, Sierra found herself pressed against the tiled wall with Cole’s solid chest sandwiching her from the front.

“One of these days, we’re going to christen this office,” he growled, his lips coming down to hers softly.

“Promise?” she asked breathlessly, wrapping one leg around the back of his in an attempt to pull him closer.

“Absolutely.”

The kiss deepened, her nerve endings danced merrily and she suddenly wished they had a few spare minutes.

Cole pulled away, smiling down at her. “I know, I know. You’re supposed to be refraining for the time being.”

Sierra laughed. Yes, if Luke had his way, she would not be having sex until later that night. The night she’d been looking forward to since Cole had told her that his mother was coming for a visit. Hannah would be spending the night at her mother’s, and Victoria would be there to happily coo and cuddle with her granddaughter.

As much as she hated to be away from Hannah, and she knew Luke and Cole felt the same way, she was looking forward to having this night with them. Sort of like an opportunity to tie up some of the loose ends they’d all been feeling were present in their relationship.

In fact, that meant she had one errand to run before tonight.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing Cole’s hand and leading him back into his office and then out into the hallway. “I need to check two of the rooms, and then I’m good.”

They finished with the impromptu walk through and then headed back to the main reception area where she found Sam waiting for her.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asked in a conspiratorial tone after Cole left her to go back and talk to Luke. Sierra had a plan for the following night when the club opened, and with Sam’s help, she just might be able to pull this off.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Luke was the first one home after having spent the better part of the afternoon with Xander going over the last few details before the soft opening of the club tomorrow night. They were ready. More than ready, actually.

Because of the changes they’d made, some of them significant, some not, Luke knew his new club was a fitting tribute to the old club that they were officially letting go of. At least the fetish piece of it.

Before he did anything else, he called and ordered dinner to be delivered, grateful for the services that would deliver practically anything from any restaurant right to the front door. Since he knew tonight wasn’t the sort of night that should be celebrated with pizza and beer – well, without the pizza anyway – he knew he had to come up with something.

A few minutes after he hung up the phone, Sierra walked in, a smile spread across her face.

“What are you grinning about?”

“No reason,” she laughed as she walked into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist as she looked up at him. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”

“No, in fact, I don’t think you have,” he joked, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

“Well, then, I guess you’ll have to wait a little longer until I tell you again.” Sierra stepped away from him, and Luke smacked her on the ass as she turned.

“What’s in the bag?”

“None of your business,” she answered slyly as she moved just out of his reach and disappeared into the other room. “Don’t you dare come into the bedroom until I tell you that it’s ok,” she hollered as she headed toward the master bedroom at the back of the house.

Grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator, Luke hoped it would help to calm his nerves. Or maybe just curb his excitement. He had been waiting for tonight for what seemed like forever, although it had only been a week since Cole mentioned his mother was coming into town. It had given him plenty of time to work himself up about the prospect of what would happen. Giving up total control, or even the prospect of it, was much more difficult than he expected that it would be.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the front door, and Luke went to answer, knowing it was the food and wondering where Cole was. He should’ve been there by now. Signing the receipt and adding a generous tip, Luke took the paper bags and went to work in the kitchen, getting everything set up.

By the time he was finished, Cole was strolling in the door with a grin on his face.

“What’s with everyone smiling today?” Luke asked, trying to add some of his usual irritation to his voice, but failing miserably. Although he was nervous, he wasn’t sure anything was going to spoil this night for the three of them.

“I know you didn’t cook this,” Cole said as he headed right for the fridge, grabbing a beer and then turning to face him. “Where’s Sierra?”

“In the bedroom. She threatened bodily harm if either of us go in there. Ok, maybe not you, but she told me to stay out and if I can’t see her naked,
you
can’t see her naked.” Luke put the last plate on the kitchen table and pulled out a bottle of wine for Sierra.

“Don’t you dare come in here!” Sierra yelled from the master bedroom and Cole turned to look at Luke, both of them grinning from ear to ear. This ought to be good.

“We won’t come in, but you have to come out here and eat first. Then we’ll play,” Cole yelled back.

Long minutes later, Sierra joined them in the kitchen, looking exactly the same as she had when she went in half an hour ago. Luke had no clue what she was doing, but he had to admit that he was a little disappointed that she wasn’t naked when she joined them. Not that they would have made it through dinner if she was, but he still liked the image the thought planted in his brain.

“What are you doing in there?” Cole asked when the three of them were seated.

Luke didn’t hesitate before starting to eat. He figured the sooner he started, the sooner he’d finish which meant Sierra would be naked that much faster.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sierra said with a wickedly sexy smile.

“I really would,” Cole answered with a laugh, although Luke had to give him credit, he was trying to keep a straight face.

“Soon enough,” Sierra turned her attention to her food, but Luke could tell they weren’t going to make it far. She was pushing her steak around on her plate more than she was eating, and he wanted to pull him right into his lap and devour her whole. Screw dinner, she was more than enough for him.

Granted, he had forced her to restrain from sex for the last week, but he knew she wasn’t the only one who was suffering because his dick was already getting antsy. As much as he wanted to, Luke didn’t think he was going to be the stoic one tonight.

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Fifteen minutes later, Cole was ready to jump Sierra right there at the kitchen table. Just the way she was acting, seemingly nervous and a tad bit coy made him want her more than normal, which was saying a lot. Figuring he was going to have to make the first move because Luke looked as though he were trying to outlast them both, probably on purpose, Cole pushed his plate away.