Nicole Edwards - Temptation

“Fuck you.” Cole ground out; lifting his hips, forcing Luke deeper; using his own hand over Luke’s to stroke his cock. “I’m going to come.” Cole whispered the last words and Luke slowed his movements.

“Tell me.” Luke used the last remnants of his control to get the words out. “I need to hear you say it.” Luke hadn’t expected the words to come out, but once they were out there, he didn’t want to take them back. He needed to know exactly how Cole felt.

“Fuck!” Cole gripped his hips, pulling him closer. “I. Love. You!”

Luke slammed his mouth down on Cole’s as his world shifted on its axis and then exploded. His release was powerful, all consuming, as he thrust one last time inside of Cole, every ounce of his control shattered and he came with a roar.

A couple of weeks passed since the morning that Luke showed up at Sierra’s, and in that time frame, he could count the number of hours he’d slept on both hands. Or at least it felt like it. He and Cole managed to talk Sierra into staying in Dallas, at least for now, while the three of them tried to work on how this situation was supposed to work. Rightfully so, Luke had to do some in depth explaining about his previous relationship with Susie before Sierra would let him off the hook. By the time his mouth was tired of moving, Sierra was finally forgiving him.

Whether they were at Luke’s, Cole’s or Sierra’s, the three of them had taken to losing every ounce of their inhibitions – not that Luke had ever had any in the first place – and tried some interesting things. To say the least... the sex was phenomenal.

However, Sierra was continually questioning them both about the club. As much as Luke wanted to initiate her into Club Destiny, he was still hesitant. Not that it had anything to do with Sierra. No, he trusted her implicitly and would bring her onboard – hell, he’d pay her membership fees himself – if he thought it would be the right thing.

His issue? Well, he didn’t want to share her.

Somehow he’d managed to repeatedly put her off, but he knew the moment would come when he would have to break down and have the conversation. As he sat at the big mahogany monstrosity that the original designer called a desk, Luke contemplated how he would do that. The night before when he’d been lying in bed, Sierra cuddled up against him, he’d spent a solid hour trying to come up with a plan.

He wanted to show Sierra what she was getting into when she joined, but he wasn’t willing to introduce her to any of the other members. Not just yet anyway. So his tired brain had decided to bring her to his office and give her a taste of exactly what it meant to be a member of the club. She was disillusioned when she thought she had crossed all of the boundaries that she was going to cross when it came to sex. And though the last two weeks had been beyond his wildest imagination, Luke knew she still had some fantasies that they had yet to play out.

Part of him worried he would push Sierra too far and she would end up fleeing back to Nashville without a second thought. The other part of him prayed she would be open to his suggestions. Or rather, his demands. So, when he had woken up that morning, Luke had put his plan in motion.

Twenty minutes ago, he’d called her cell phone and asked her to meet him at the club under the pretense that he wanted her to take a look at his office. Considering he wasn’t happy with the design, it wasn’t a farfetched idea, and, in fact, he fully intended to hire her to redo it in the near future. But that wasn’t why he invited her today.

Of course, before he called her, he had called Cole. Theirs was a longer discussion, Cole wanting to understand what Luke’s overall objective was. And rightfully so. And now Luke waited for Cole to show up so they could discuss at length the reason for Luke’s sudden decision to include Sierra in the club. He wasn’t sure whether Cole was for or against the idea, but nonetheless, Luke respected his input.

A sharp knock at the door had Luke turning in his chair.

Right on time.

“Hey.” Cole said as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell is going on?”

Way to get right to the point. Luke glanced at the man, then turned back to his computer screen while he waited for Cole to have a seat. He exited out of the program and turned his attention to Cole.

“I’ve invited Sierra to the club.”

“I gathered that much, but what I don’t get is why.” Cole’s expression remained guarded, but he sat back in the chair, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee and resting his arms on the armrest.

“She’s adamant she be given the opportunity to experience the club for herself.” Luke told him.

“And just what does she think is going to happen?”

“Hell, I don’t know.”

“Considering most of what happens here, happens behind closed doors, with a few exceptions, I don’t know what she’s expecting. It’s not like we have viewing rooms or anything like that.”

No, they didn’t. And yes, Cole was right. Most of what happened at Club Destiny happened behind closed doors between consenting adults. He knew the activities varied from the typical ménage to some hard core BDSM that a couple of the members preferred, but no matter the variety, it was usually done in private. Luke got the impression Sierra thought the double doors that closed off the member’s only portion was a gateway to debauchery and kink. And maybe they were, but you wouldn’t find members fucking in the hallway.

“So, what’s the plan?” Cole asked, obviously waiting for Luke to give him more details.

Cole waited patiently for Luke to fill him in on what his intentions were for the afternoon. He still wasn’t happy about Luke inviting Sierra to the club, but the fact she was more than a little anxious to be there wasn’t a secret either. She’d asked him about it a couple of times in the last week or so, but Cole generally found a way to distract her. Apparently Luke hadn’t been able to do that.

“I’ve asked her to take a look at my office, told her I was planning to redecorate.” Luke said, sounding not so sure of himself.

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Cole stated, glancing around at the less than attractive surroundings. Luke’s office never had held much appeal.

“And,” Luke said, giving Cole that determined eye, “I’m not willing to let another man touch her, so my options are limited.”

“I agree. She’s off limits as far as I’m concerned.” Cole said, giving the idea some thought. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with her.”

“And just exactly what do you have in mind?”

Cole liked the fact that Luke was protective of Sierra. He also liked that Sierra was so open to new sexual experiences; however, he didn’t think she’d given much thought to what that might really mean. Sharing a bed with two men was a radical next step for a woman who had only ever been with one man in her life, but Cole knew she had some secret fantasies she hadn’t shared with anyone. Including him or Luke.

“I’m thinking a little voyeurism might be just up her alley.”

“Voyeurism?” Luke said, apparently contemplating the idea. “Would she be the watcher? Or the watchee?”

That was a good question. Cole hadn’t given it much thought, but the more he did, the more he liked the idea. A lot.

“And if you’re thinking the latter, who do we know that we trust enough?”

“I’m thinking Tag Murphy.” Cole blurted out before he could think better of the idea. The guy was not only a new member of the club; he was also Cole’s stepbrother, although that little detail hadn’t been shared with anyone other than Luke and Logan. Not even Sierra knew that. Although his kinks seemed to border on the extreme, or the man was just all talk. Either way, Cole knew Tag could be trusted. Obviously Luke must have thought so too, or he wouldn’t have allowed him to join the club.