Addicted (Club Destiny #3)

by Nicole Edwards

“Well, no, that’s not what I’m saying. It’s just that...”

  Sam didn’t know how Ashleigh was going to dig herself out of this one, but she was waiting patiently, her grumbling stomach not terribly happy with her at the moment.

  “Ok, no. I don’t have any experience. I mean none whatsoever.” Ashleigh admitted with a sigh.

  Was she saying...? Sam’s eyes widened as she tried to comprehend what her friend was telling her, but before she could voice what was on her mind, Sierra beat her to it.

  “You’re a virgin?”

  Ashleigh glanced back and forth around their table before grimacing. “Good grief, announce it to the entire restaurant why don’t you.”

  “Oh my goodness.” Sierra was apparently out of words.

  “Holy crap, Ashleigh. How in the world have you come up with the material you’ve plied your readers with? I have to admit, I’m addicted to these erotic romance novels you’ve got going on, but I would have never imagined you could come up with some of that stuff without any experience whatsoever.”

  “Addicted? Hmmm... I like that.” Ashleigh beamed. “It’s not that hard really. Just because I’ve never had an orgasm at the hands of a man, doesn’t mean I haven’t experienced one for myself.” She laughed as she poured ketchup on her plate like they were talking about the weather and not an intensely personal aspect of her life.

  “But...” Again Sierra seemed to be overwhelmed to the point she couldn’t even finish a sentence.

  Ashleigh laughed, but then her smile died a quick and painful death and she looked more than serious, staring back and forth between both women. “Don’t you dare tell another living soul. I mean no one. Not Logan,” she said, looking at Sam, “and not Cole or Luke,” she told Sierra. “Nobody whatsoever.”

  “Does Alex know?” Sam couldn’t imagine what his reaction would have been if Ashleigh told him.

  “Good God no! I mean seriously. I’m almost thirty years old. Could you imagine what he’d say if he were to find out?”

  No. No, she couldn’t.

  On top of that, Sam didn’t know how the hell Ashleigh Thomas had made it this far without ever giving in to temptation. She did want to be a fly on the wall when Alex found out though. That was going to be comical.

  Chapter Five

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  “How was lunch?” Logan asked Sam when she walked in the door several hours later.

  “It was... good.”

  Logan got the impression Sam was holding something back, but he wasn’t about to ask what it could possibly be. She was a woman, and she had just spent several hours with her closest friends. He could only imagine what the conversation entailed, but quite frankly, he didn’t want to know the interworking’s of the female mind.

  He and Luke had talked over their burgers, but they definitely hadn’t talked about anything personal the way he figured the girls did when they were together. His conversations with his brother generally consisted of a few sports references, but mostly they talked about the club or XTX.

  “So, what’s on the agenda for the afternoon?” Sam asked when she tossed her purse onto the table, along with her cell phone. “Is Luke here?”

  “No, he left a little while ago. Something about getting home to his woman and taking advantage of having her all to himself.”

  “Hmmm...” Sam said as she snuggled up against him, allowing him to fold her into his arms. “I like the way his mind works.”

  “Yeah?” Logan’s body went instantly hard at Sam’s implication, but he knew that he had to hold her off for a few hours because he wasn’t about to interfere with his plans for the evening. “Well, I was thinking we could catch a movie, then come home so you can make me that dinner you promised.”

  “What’d you have in mind?” She asked as she looked up at him, her arms wrapped around his waist. Logan would never tire of having her touch him, or being able to hold her close. It was the second best feeling in the world, the first of course being when he was sheathed inside of her.

  “I’m thinking we should catch up with the rest of the world and check out the Avenger’s movie.” He told her, placing a kiss on her lips.

  “I’m game for spending a couple of hours checking out some hot guys who save the world.” Sam’s mischievous smile made Logan laugh.

  “Is that right?” He asked as he grabbed his keys and wallet from the bar. “Well, I’m willing to let you watch hot guys, as long as tonight, I get to watch you.”

  Her green eyes darkened with desire and Logan was tempted to turn her toward their bedroom and have his way with her before they went to the movies. When she looked at him like that, he wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and ravish her incredible body. For now he would have to wait.

  He only hoped he could withstand the anticipation.

  By the time Sam and Logan made it back to the house, he was more than ready for eight o’clock to roll around. So ready, he was tempted to call Tag and tell him to get his ass over to the house.

  Sam had tested him for the last two hours, doing wicked, wicked things to him that made him want to strip her naked right there in the movie theater and have his way with her while the whole fucking place watched. The woman was downright evil when she was horny.

  What the hell had they talked about at lunch, he wondered to himself.

  “Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.” She called out from the kitchen.

  At this point, Logan wasn’t much in the mood for food, but that was because he was hungry for something else entirely. Figuring he had no choice except to be patient, he ventured outside and turned on the television his wife had convinced him to put out there. He remembered when she had given him a hard time about not having one.

  Every now and then, they would sit outside on the patio and watch television, drinking a glass of wine and enjoying the early spring temperature. The best time had been when he’d secretly slipped a porno in when Sam hadn’t been looking, trying to surprise her. She’d surprised him right back. Right here on the couch.

  Glancing at the pool, he wondered if he should get her in it later. The night was cool, but the water was heated so they could still enjoy it. He’d like it even more if he could convince her to get in naked.

  While his eyes stared at the television, he was seeing his wife naked in his mind’s eye, only to be interrupted by the sound of his cell phone ringing.

  “McCoy.” He answered, taking a long pull on his beer.

  “We still on for tonight?” Tag’s laidback drawl came through the phone.

  “We are.”

  “Perfect. See you at eight.” With that, the line went dead, and Logan was once again reassured. Now he just had to figure out how to delay dinner so that they were still in the kitchen when Tag showed up.

  ~*~*~

  Dinner was perfect if she did say so herself. Sure, she might have had to recook the bread, tossing out the original rolls she’d burned and forcing Logan to wait an extra twenty minutes while she put the finishing touches on, but in the end, it worked out perfectly.

  They were still sitting at the kitchen table, drinking wine and talking, but something was off about Logan. He seemed distracted, and Sam couldn’t figure out why.

  “Is something wrong?” She finally asked when he stopped talking altogether.

  “Yes.”

  Her heart thumped hard in her chest and worry filled her mind. She waited patiently for him to continue.

  “I think we need to talk about your punishment.” He said, sounding entirely too serious.

  “For what?” Sam had an idea what he was referring to, and she bit back a grin. Their movie date had been entertaining, to say the least. She’d offered a little payback of her own making while they were seated in the dark theater and she didn’t think he’d appreciated it.

  “Don’t play innocent with me, woman.” He scolded her before standing from his chair and taking his wine glass to the counter. When he returned, he took hers from her and deposi
ted it beside his.

  Butterflies erupted in her belly making it hard to breath.

  “Come here.” He ordered, making Sam’s heart stutter erratically. She loved this side of Logan – the hardcore, demanding, no holds barred side.

  Her feet weren’t listening to reason, and apparently neither were her legs because she was unable to push up from her chair. Still sitting at the kitchen table, Sam was rooted in place, watching the sexy way he moved, the glimmer of seductive passion that backlit his beautiful eyes.

  “Alright. I can take a hint.” He told her as he moved closer, his enormous body looming over her. “If you want to do this at the kitchen table, I’m all for it.”

  Wait... what? The kitchen table? Surely he wouldn’t.

  Before she could inhale – or argue – he lifted her easily and deposited her butt on the hard wooden surface. He eased between her legs as he lifted her chin so she had no choice but to look him in the eye. What she saw there lit a flame deep in her core.

  “What do you think your punishment should be?”

  Sam wasn’t sure whether the question was rhetorical or not, but since it was the second time he’d mentioned it, she was thinking maybe not. What should her punishment be? It was a really good question and had her mind whirling with the possibilities.

  “I’m beginning to think I should take you over my knee.”

  Oh God! Surely he wouldn’t! The thought of being spanked was humiliating, but just as equally arousing. She had never been spanked before.

  “Do you want me to spank you, Sam?” Logan asked, holding her chin firmly in his fingers.

  “No.” She tried to put some insistence in the single word, which was why she was stunned that it came out sounding more like a question.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  He was right to question her because she was questioning herself at the moment. Did she want him to spank her? Would he really do it if she told him yes?

  “That’s it.” He said in a tone that heated Sam’s skin from the inside out. “Stand up.”

  Chapter Six

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  When he took a step back, allowing her room to ease down from the table, Sam did exactly as he said. She couldn’t hide the grin, and when she looked up, she saw ecstasy shining in the hazel depths of his eyes while a smile tipped the very edges of his sensual lips.

  Logan took a seat in the chair she had vacated earlier and put his hands on her hips, turning her until she was facing him. Sam had to brace herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. His movements were jerky, as though he were excited, which she knew he was.

  “Strip.”

  Logan’s terse voice was like a shockwave to her insides, shaking her up and throwing her off balance. Was he really going to go through with this?

  “Take your clothes off, Sam.” He slowly enunciated each word, as though she hadn’t understood him the first time.

  Oh, she understood alright. She was just a little on the timid side at the moment.

  With her back to the living room, facing Logan, Sam sucked in air and a little bit of courage while she was at it. They played these games frequently, so getting naked in front of her husband wasn’t unusual. In the kitchen was a little strange, but not enough to shake her resolve. Apparently she was a little leery of the promise of punishment. Something he’d never done before.

  Without further hesitation, Sam slowly disrobed, removing her shoes first, followed by her jeans and t-shirt. Just to push him a little, she left her panties and bra on because she knew he would expect them to come off, as well.

  “I said strip. Since when does that mean you can leave anything on?” Logan asked pointedly, his heated gaze caressing every inch of exposed skin.

  “Mmmm... Sorry.” Sam uttered, trying to appear as though she were. “I forgot what you told me to do.”

  “Is that so?”

  She liked taunting him, liked pushing him because in the end, he would overwhelm her with pleasure. “Yes.”

  “In that case, I think you’ve definitely earned your punishment. Come here.”

  Sam walked to him, taking slow, measured steps, anticipation burning through her.

  Logan turned his chair, placing more space between him and the table before taking her hand. When he pulled her close, she instinctively moved to stand in front of him, but he easily adjusted her course until she was standing on his right side.

  “Bend over my knee.” Logan’s voice was deep, laced with promise.

  Sam looked down at his knees, then back at him, unable to move from her spot. Ok, so thinking about being spanked and actually giving in to letting it happen were two different things. Maybe she should rethink this entire situation.

  Just when she would have taken a step back, Logan gripped her wrist firmly.

  “Over my knee, Sam. Now.” This time he injected the firm, definitely-not-kidding tone she’d heard before.

  Anxiety coursed through her bloodstream, making her feel dizzy but somehow she managed to lean over, her stomach lying across his thighs. It certainly would have been easier if he’d have put her in position himself, but because he expected her total submission, Sam found forcing herself to do as he said to be harder than she could have imagined.

  “Damn, baby. You’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  She wanted him to get on with it, get it over with because the longer he waited, the more nerve she lost. When his big, calloused hand began brushing her bare butt cheeks, she squirmed. Although she had left her panties on, the thong offered remarkably little cover.

  “It’s going to look so beautiful after I redden it with my hand.” Logan said, his play by play ratcheting up her anxiety. “Is that what you want, Sam? You want me to spank your ass?”

  Oh God! When he put it like that, it was a turn on like no other. To think he would actually do it was another thing.

  “Tell me.” He ordered.

  Sam knew Logan liked to be in control, he reveled in her pleasure, which was another turn on, but he would not continue until she gave him the go ahead.

  “Yes.” She muttered, holding herself up by placing her hands on his calves, her arms beginning to ache from the strain.

  “Yes, what?” He asked, still gently gliding his palm over her butt.

  “Spank me.” The words sounded silly, but the feel of his hand on her thighs, on her butt, kept her from laughing out loud.

  Then there was no room for laughter because his hand came down forcefully, causing her to scream from the bolt of pain that ripped through her butt.

  He didn’t give her time to recover before he repeated the punishment, although his hand landed on her other butt cheek that time. The sting was intense, but the burning sensation was even more so.

  “How many do you think you deserve?” Logan asked, patiently caressing her overheated skin.

  Did he actually expect her to answer? Sam hoped not because her breath was lodged in her chest and her brain was on overload.

  “How many?” His command was urgent, and he punctuated it with another slap to her behind.

  “Ten.” She threw out the first number that came to mind, shocked at her audacity.

  “Ten? Why ten?” He inquired, again stroking her heated flesh with his warm palm.

  “I don’t know.” She admitted. If she’d been smart, she would have said five.

  “Count them off.” Logan instructed seconds before the next slap landed firmly.

  “One.” She choked out. That one hurt and that clearly didn’t explain the sudden throb between her legs. Was she actually enjoying this?

  Another slap, this one in the exact same spot as the last. She screamed and squirmed before blurting out, “Two.”

  By the time Logan was finished, her counts barely audible, there were tears streaming down her face, and her ass was on fire. Sam was unable to move, hardly able to think for the pain ricocheting through her bottom.

  “So pretty.”

  Sam’s
back straightened, and she nearly launched up from Logan’s lap. Had he not been holding her in place, she probably would have done just that. It wasn’t her husband’s voice that spoke those words. She tried to turn, but Logan kept her in place, unable to see behind her as a pair of hands brushed over her tender butt cheeks.

  Sam couldn’t speak, the exquisite feel of the man’s hands on her butt, gently soothing the sting. She could feel his body heat on the back of her legs. How had she not heard him come in? Who was it?

  She knew instinctively that it wasn’t Luke, but who could Logan have gotten and why hadn’t he warned her?

  ~*~*~

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Sam?” Logan asked, leaning closer to her ear.

  Sam was still lying across his lap while Tag had approached her from behind, lowering himself on his haunches as he caressed the reddened skin of Sam’s bottom.

  Logan’s willpower was being tested at the moment, but he wasn’t willing to admit it. With Sam sprawled across his thighs, her butt a bright, rosy red from his hand, he was beside himself with need. This was the first and only time he’d ever spanked Sam, but after that little experience, he didn’t promise it wouldn’t happen again.

  “Answer me.” He told his wife.

  “Yes. It’s what I wanted.”

  That’s what he thought. Logan knew those late night talks hadn’t been in vain. His wife enjoyed being pleasured by another man, and Logan enjoyed the hell out of watching it. Right now for instance, while Tag was becoming intimately familiar with Sam’s backside, Logan was on pins and needles.

  “Stand up.” Unable to sit still, especially with Sam’s upper body pressing against his cock, Logan knew it was time to move to the next phase. Helping his wife to her feet, Logan stood the moment he was free.

  “On the table.” He ordered, turning her so her ass was on the edge. Lifting, he assisted her in getting where he wanted her to be.

  “Now lay back and take off the rest of your clothes.” He ordered, taking a step to the side so Tag would have a direct view of her.

  Logan watched as Sam’s gaze traced over Tag, watching him with excitement in her eyes. He knew she enjoyed this, knew she’d been waiting patiently for months for a repeat performance. And although Luke wasn’t the one to join them, Logan felt at ease with Tag. The man seemed to know how this worked, just going with the flow.