Chapter Ten
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Sam obviously knew her husband. It’d taken some serious, sweet talk, and a little naked time to convince Logan to take her to the club. Now that they were on the way, her nerves were rioting, and her stomach was erupting from the butterflies taking flight. For the last hour she’d been wondering whether or not she could actually go through with it.
“You ok?” Logan asked as he pulled into the underground parking garage of the club.
“Fine.” She said, staring out the window.
“You don’t sound fine.”
No, she didn’t. She was a wreck.
Logan parked the car, turned off the engine and then took her hand. Sam turned to look at him and all of the reasons why she was there came flooding back to her. This man made her want things she’d never imagined. He made her body burn hotter than normal and having him by her side made all of the lust seem warranted.
“Let’s go up there, check it out and then if you want to go, we’ll go. I’ll even invite Tag back to the house.” Logan offered.
Sam liked the idea of bringing Tag back to the house, but she liked the idea of something different, much more taboo, all the more. Yes, they had some fun when they were at the house, but it was getting a little stale. There were only so many places the three of them could go before they were back in the same place all over again.
“Ok.” She found herself agreeing, and then waiting for Logan to open her door. He’d insisted on it so she’d finally given in months before to his need to be a gentleman. It was sweet, and she secretly liked it, but she liked to give him a hard time about it too.
Logan took her hand and led her through the back entrance to the private club. They could’ve gone through the main doors and then up the staircase to the second floor, but Sam knew Logan didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention. She couldn’t blame him.
Once they were upstairs, walking down the hallway, Sam’s palms began to sweat. Before they reached the end, where the playroom was, Tag came strolling out from the guest room that he rented.
“Hey.” He greeted Logan, and a look passed between the two men.
Sam was just about to say hello when Tag backed her into the wall, pressed his impressive body against hers before kissing her senseless. A distraction. A welcome distraction at that. Damn the man was good.
“Hi.” Tag’s easy drawl drifted over her when he broke the kiss, staring down at her.
“Hi back.” Sam smiled.
“Ready?” Logan asked, once again taking her hand in his.
No. No, she wasn’t. But this was the moment of truth. All of her pent up fantasies were going to either come true or come crashing down around her in the next few minutes. Either way, she had to get it over with. “Ready.”
Tag fell into step beside them as Logan led her the rest of the way down the hall. When they reached the playroom as Logan referred to it, turning the corner, Sam’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
The room was filled with people, yet not a single one of them was naked. No, this looked like just a normal get together where people stood talking, eating a variety of appetizers that had been laid out on a table on the far side of the room. For a second, Sam’s heartbeat kicked back a notch, returning to normal.
At least it wasn’t a sudden, walk right in the room, get naked and get laid kind of get together. That would have likely blown the top of her head from her body. Across the room, Sam saw Sierra talking to Cole and Luke and another couple.
“Hungry?” Logan asked, sounding amused.
“You knew it was like this, didn’t you?” Why would he let her think she was walking into a sensual ambush?
“Who me?” The not so innocent smirk on his face answered her question. “Let’s go talk to my brother.” He said, pulling on her hand.
Sam made her way across the room, following close behind Logan, wondering what she had been so freaked out about. These were just ordinary people, getting together to chat and eat. Nothing kinky going on. At least for the time being.
“I’m so glad you made it. I was worried there for a minute.” Sierra greeted but her smile appeared forced. Sam wondered if she was beginning to think twice about this little endeavor.
“Did you think I would chicken out?” Sam asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. This was definitely strange, even if no one was naked and running around having wild orgies all over the place. The fact that they might made Sam feel a little awkward.
Did she honestly want to see any of these people naked? Granted, watching porn was one thing. Something entirely different than this. These people were... real. Ok, so Sam didn’t think the porn people were fake, but she didn’t have to worry about running into them downstairs at the club anytime in the near future. And they wouldn’t be looking at her naked either.
Tag approached a second later holding a glass and Sam could only hope that it was something strong enough to make her forget what the hell she was doing.
“Vodka and 7.” He said as he handed the glass over.
Dear Lord the man was a saint. “Thank you.” She would have repeated it over and over if it wouldn’t have made her look like an idiot.
“You look a little tense. I figured this might help you relax.”
Logan walked up behind Sam and put his arms around her at the same time Luke walked up to Sierra.
Admittedly, both men were a sight to behold. They were by far the tallest men in the room and aside from Cole, probably the biggest. Even with Logan’s hair growing just a tad longer than normal, they were still nearly identical, but it was the fact that they were gorgeous beyond measure that made them stand out amongst everyone else.
Sam knew people were watching them, or rather watching Logan and Luke. As far as she knew, neither of them frequented this monthly get together, so the members of the club were likely trying to figure out what was going on. Thanks to Susan Toulmin, the club had been in the news recently, but Luke was jumping tremendous hurdles to ensure the privacy of his members was not disturbed.
“Is it everything you thought it would be?” Luke asked both women, standing behind Sierra while Cole stood close to their side.
Sam grinned. Yes, she had jumped to conclusions and more importantly she’d given herself more credit than she deserved. Wanton and wicked in the bedroom or the privacy of her own home was one thing. Being here, in front of all of these people, was a true test that she was afraid she wouldn’t pass.
“Oh, hush. It’ll get better. I’m sure of it.” Sierra laughed.
Logan brushed up against Sam’s back, and she felt the evidence of his reaction to the entire situation. Apparently this was his forte. After all, he did like to watch, so what did it matter if others were watching, as well.
When he leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, she forgot for a brief second what she had been worried about.
“Well, I for one can’t wait to get you naked.” Logan’s deep, sensual voice warmed her from the inside out.
“Right here? In front of all these people?” Sam asked, keeping her voice low and controlled. She wanted to make him burn with lust, and if this was what Logan needed, Sam might just rethink the idea.
“See that couch over there?” He asked, turning her in his arms until she was looking at the big, black couch sitting in the corner of the room.
“Yes.”
“I can picture you laid out on that couch with Tag between your legs, licking your pussy while you’re sucking my cock.”
His words sparked a flame in her belly, making her thighs quiver with excitement. She could almost picture it as well.
“I want to feel your mouth on my cock, Sam.” He groaned, his hands gripping her waist firmly, his fingers biting into her skin. “Do you really want to do this here?”
Sam heard the unmistakable lust in his tone. He wanted this. He didn’t have any qualms about stripping her naked right here in a room full of people.
Glancing around, Sam noticed that she and Logan weren’t the only ones getting close at the moment. She wondered if they had sparked the trend or if it had been going on before she got lost in his passionate words.
Venturing a glance at Sierra, Sam noticed she was now crushed between Luke and Cole and the woman didn’t appear to have any issues with making out in a room full of people. Cole had his hands around her waist, her shirt bunched up above them, although the only thing showing was her tiny waist.
It was hot as hell to watch.
Then she turned her attention to another couple across the room. These two were much more comfortable with being naked because at the moment, the woman was halfway there. Her shirt was off, and the man was unhooking her bra until her breasts spilled free moments before he was latching onto one puckered nipple with his teeth.
Sam moaned. She couldn’t help it. It was like watching porn in 3D, only these people weren’t acting, and they weren’t worried about what was going on around them.
“Do you, Sam? Do you want to stay here? You have to tell me, baby.” Logan stated, kissing her neck and moving to her side so that Tag could press against her other side. They were making sure not to impede her view.
“Damn that’s fucking hot.” Tag whispered in her ear, tilting her head in another direction where a stunning red head was leaning against a wall, completely nude while a dark haired man was kneeling between her thighs.
It was fucking hot, just like Tag said and Sam pressed against them both, wanting to feel more of them.
“You like watching while she gets her pussy eaten?” Tag asked, gliding his hand down her arm, but still not touching any pertinent parts.
“Yes.” She admitted openly.
Logan groaned in her ear. “Tell me, Sam. If you don’t, I’m going to carry you out of here and find somewhere private so I can bury my tongue in your pussy.”
Oh God! He was going to make her come.
“Then what will you do?” She asked, not wanting to leave just yet, but not committing entirely to getting naked in a room full of strangers.
Logan pressed his mouth to her ear, turning her head back toward Sierra and Luke. Sam gasped. Sierra was on her knees, right there in the middle of the room, and Luke was holding her head as he fucked her mouth.
“Can you handle it, Sam? Can you handle being on display in here? Sucking my cock while others watch?” Logan asked, his labored breathing making her aware of what this was doing to him.
Then he turned her in his arms, fully facing him, palming her head in both hands and staring her right in the eyes. “Tell me.”
Sam held her breath, unsure of what she wanted. It was definitely kink in its finest form, hotter than hell, and she didn’t want to leave, but her nerves were rioting, and she wondered how she had even gotten to that point.
“If you say yes, I’m going to strip you right now and watch Tag crawl between your thighs and lick your pussy until you scream.”
“And if I say no?” She didn’t want to say no. She really didn’t want to say no.
“Then I’m going to take you to Tag’s room, strip you naked and bury my cock in your mouth.” Logan whispered. “No one else will touch you. No one except Tag. I promise you that.”
Sam hadn’t even considered that, but she probably should have. “I want to stay.” She finally said, her breathing just as labored as his. “Please, Logan.”