Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (14 page)

When Tag’s arm moved, his
warm hand slipping down to cup her naked breast, McKenna kept her
eyes closed and sucked in a breath. One hand enveloped her entire
breast, and she was surprised by the roughened skin of his palm as
it sensually scraped over her sensitive nipple, bringing it to
life. She had expected Tag’s hands to be polished and smooth, just
like his personality, but she should’ve known better. He seemed
like the type of man to live life to its fullest, getting his hands
dirty while he was at it.

A breathy moan escaped her lips as she
pressed into the hard length of his erection prodding her bottom.
She was naked, but he was not, which had both relief and
disappointment warring inside of her.

McKenna didn’t know what
she wanted, other than to feel the heat of his hands on her skin,
the firm warmth of his mouth on hers. She’d dreamed about it for
weeks now, wishing for an opportunity such as this to present
itself because whatever this attraction between them was, it was
definitely based on sex and carnal satisfaction, which she was
fully onboard with.

Yet she felt the distance
he was purposely keeping between them. That was the only way to
explain his need to have her naked in front of him, but refuse to
touch her. He knew what he was doing, building the flames until a
wildfire raged out of control, burning through her veins and making
her body come alive with need. She sensed that was something he was
familiar with, an end goal with his lovers.

She wanted to be his lover. Even if for such
a short time.

When his lips met the
sensitive spot at the base of her skull, trailing downward,
McKenna’s body went rigid as another vicious jolt of lust consumed
her.

“
Tag.” She could barely
speak his name, but the plea on her lips was what she needed him to
hear. She needed him to relieve the ache that had been building
ever since she laid eyes on him, ever since his mouth began
tempting her with that very first kiss.

‘
I’m here,
darlin’.”

That husky Texas twang did
strange things to her insides. “Touch me, Tag. Please touch me.”
McKenna wouldn’t hesitate in telling him what she wanted. It was
the way she was made. When it came to sex, or physical
gratification, she was overzealous at best.

“
Tell me.” The insistence
in his tone sent a chill racing down her spine.

This was what she longed
for in her lovers. She longed for the alpha male who would dominate
her, take her in every way possible. That’s not usually how it
ended up because McKenna found that the men she came in contact
with were looking for
her
dominance. They wanted to be mastered. Although
she had enjoyed that aspect of sex previously, McKenna secretly
wanted to be on the other side so to speak.

Placing her right hand over his, the same
hand covering her breast, McKenna squeezed firmly. “Harder. Like
this.” She manipulated his fingers beneath hers until they were
pinching her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure/pain bolting
straight to her clit. “Harder.”

It still wasn’t enough. She needed more.

Tag apparently got the message because his
callused hand began forcefully rubbing her breast, pinching her
nipple between his index finger and thumb as he pulled her closer
against him.

When his other arm worked
its way around her, McKenna found herself on her back, on top of
him, both of his well-muscled arms wrapped around her, both hands
massaging her breasts almost violently as she ground her ass
against his cock, wanting to feel him inside of her.

“
You’re
going to make me come, Tag,” she moaned. “Just by touching
me.”
Oh, God
. His
touch was forceful and turbulent, but in no way was it painful. It
was the exact opposite.

“
Come for me, McKenna,” he
growled, his hands only on her breasts, nowhere else, but she could
feel every part of him infusing her as though she had just taken
him inside of her body.

“
Oh, God, yes!” Her body
imploded, her orgasm a welcome burst of fiery sensation blasting
through her and leaving her sated and limp in his arms.

“
That was so fucking
sexy.” Tag’s voice grumbled in her ear, the rich, dark tone
soothing the frazzled nerves that were still sparking.

“
Do I get a turn?” She
couldn’t help but ask the question, still lying on top of him, her
back to his front, her head turned to the side, her cheek brushing
against his as he held her in place. “Please tell me that I get a
turn.” The last came out as a whispered plea.

“
You will. I
promise.”

Not what she wanted to
hear, but somehow what she expected. He was keeping himself from
her, refusing her yet again, and she was beginning to hate this
little game.

Long minutes later, Tag
rolled her gently off of him and eased out of the bed, leaving her
to watch him as he rose and when she got a good look at his body,
her jaw dropped.

Standing before her, clad
in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, McKenna was
stunned by the sight of all that ink. His wide back, his
well-muscled arms, his broad chest... almost entirely covered in
intricate artwork that had her riveted.

It had clearly taken some time to do all of
that. Her eyes grazed his thick, sinewy arms, admiring the hours of
work someone put in to accentuate an already perfect form.

He was beautiful.

As she watched him walk
away, she didn’t peel her eyes from him, watching the way the
muscles beneath the ink moved gracefully.

Oh,
fuck
.

She was in serious, serious trouble.

~*~*~

Tag’s mind was still
reeling; remembering the feel of McKenna’s lithe, slender body
sprawled out on top of him, her tits in his hands, her ass grinding
against his steel hard cock. He wanted her with a desperation he
could taste.

And to have her come apart
in his arms from just his touch, Tag had been beside himself for
the last couple of hours. He had taken her to breakfast at one of
the small, hole in the wall places he frequented, and as they sat
in near silence, Tag watched as McKenna ate, never noticing what
was going on around her.

The waiter was barely able to walk without
tripping over himself every time he passed by their table, his eyes
glued to the most beautiful woman in the place. McKenna didn’t seem
to notice.

Men, doing double and sometimes triple takes
from where they sat, drinking their coffee, shoveling eggs and
bacon while they admired her from afar. Even women were watching
her, obviously enthralled by her sensual beauty. Never once did he
see anything other than admiration in the faces of those around
them.

McKenna was by far the most beautiful woman
Tag had ever laid eyes on. To the point of distraction.

Today she was wearing a
sleeveless silk shirt and hip hugging black slacks that caressed
every slender curve. But it was her hair – the fiery, crimson silk
that flowed down her back, over her shoulder. She didn’t contain it
the way she normally did with some delicate looking clip. Today it
was like a satin curtain hanging down, touching the top of her
perfect, heart shaped ass.

When her eyes finally met
his, Tag couldn’t help but smile. She seemed so oblivious to the
envy that was pulsing in the air around her. He just knew that if
any one of her admirers got close enough to see those striking,
unusual eyes, they’d be just as infatuated with her as he found
himself to be.

“
What?” Even her voice was
mesmerizing.

“
Nothing. How’s
breakfast?” Tag had long since finished his meal, now left to sip
his coffee and observe everything about this woman who had somehow
intrigued him beyond explanation.

“
Great.” Glancing around,
McKenna smiled when she looked back at him. “I’ve never been here
before, but I’m definitely going to give it some press on my blog.
Very impressed.”

“
It’s not much to look
at.” Tag didn’t usually come for the decor though. The food was
enough to keep the seats filled and a line out the door. Especially
for breakfast.

“
The best places usually
aren’t. With food like this, I don’t care if I’m sitting in the
back alley.” Her husky laugh had his blood taking an unexpected
detour farther south. He wasn’t opposed to taking her to the back
alley either.

“
So, what’s the plan for
the rest of the day?” McKenna locked her eyes with his as she
pushed her plate away and delicately wiped her mouth with her
napkin before placing it beside the half empty plate.

Tag eyed the remaining bacon on her plate
and without asking he reached over and stole the last piece. When
she smiled, he felt like he’d just opened his eyes to stare
directly into the sun.

Fuck.
This woman was doing something to his head. Both of them
actually.

“
I’d like to introduce you
to Luke this morning. He’ll be at the club with my brother and
their wife.” He waited to see if McKenna would have any sort of
reaction to the way he described the threesome.

“
I hear congratulations
are in order. The three of them must be so happy.” McKenna smiled,
glancing up at the waiter when he stopped to collect their plates
and hand Tag the bill.

“
How’d you hear about
that?” He didn’t think they were trying to keep their blessed baby
news a secret, but as far as Tag knew, the information hadn’t been
shared outside of just a handful of people.

“
I have my
sources.”

Of course she did.

“
I guess that will make
you an uncle, huh?”

“
That it will,” he
replied, subtly hitting the waiter with the small book that held
the bill and his credit card. The man couldn’t seem to take his
eyes off of McKenna and Tag was about ready to pry them from his
fucking head if he didn’t move on.

“
Sorry. I’ll be right
back,” the man stuttered before shuffling off.

“
So, what’ll we do after I
meet the three of them?”

“
We have a member’s only
meeting this afternoon that I want to take you to. Travis Walker
will be there to provide Club Destiny’s members with an
introduction to the resort. He’s looking for some interest in his
venture, and Logan and Luke thought their members might just
provide what he’s looking for.”

He could see the
enthusiasm in her eyes. This would be her first glimpse at the
members. “Don’t be surprised if attendance is low.” Tag felt it
necessary to warn her. “They’ve been informed of your presence, so
I wouldn’t be shocked if no one shows up.”

“
Understood.” She smiled
again, acknowledging the waiter when he returned a few seconds
later.

Tag signed the credit card receipt and
tossed the pen on the table. “Ready?”

“
As I’ll ever
be.”

*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***

McKenna had seen the man
standing just two feet from her before, but for some reason, she’d
never noticed how incredibly big Luke McCoy actually was. Nor did
she realize how very small Sierra was.

And Cole... well, he was
an entirely different specimen altogether. That man was obscenely
attractive.

“
Nice to meet you,
McKenna,” Sierra said sweetly, extending her hand.

McKenna quickly returned the gesture,
shaking the proffered hand before doing the same with Luke and
Cole.

“
So, I hear you’re doing
an exclusive on the club,” Sierra mentioned, unabashed enthusiasm
flashing in her eyes. “Have you met Samantha McCoy yet?”

McKenna wasn’t sure what
the two had to do with one another, but she shook her head and then
answered with a quick, “No”.

“
Well, I’m sure she’ll be
at the meeting this afternoon. She’ll be ecstatic to meet you. Sam
is always talking about your magazine, or something you posted
somewhere.”

McKenna could feel the
intensity of Cole’s and Luke’s gazes as she stood before them. She
wasn’t sure what they were sizing her up for, but she could clearly
sense their hesitation. Trying to ignore them, she smiled at
Sierra. “I’m looking forward to meeting her.”

“
I presume Tag’s taking
good care of you?” There was a hint of mischief in Luke’s
penetrating gaze.

“
He is.” Not quite as good
as she would’ve liked, but that was more her hormones speaking than
anything else. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions, Mr.
McCoy?”

McKenna couldn’t get over the fact that she
was actually face to face with the owner of Club Destiny. Nor could
she allow this opportunity to pass her by.

“
Tomorrow,” Tag
interjected. “I’ve scheduled some time for you and Luke to meet.
He’s agreed to answer any questions you may have.”

Luke grinned and McKenna’s
own body flushed. Apparently he didn’t have any illusions about who
she was or what she was after in this case.

“
Be gentle with him.” Cole
laughed. “He’s a virgin when it comes to interviews.”

Luke McCoy and virgin in
the same sentence? That made McKenna laugh, and everyone else for
that matter. “I promise to go easy on him.”