Chapter Ten
“I talked to Trent yesterday.” Luke’s words drifted lazily across the living room, causing Cole to glance his way from his spot on the sofa.
The day had gone by without incident, much to Cole’s relief. After his blow up the night before in Luke’s office, he’d felt guilty for voicing his feelings the way that he did. It wasn’t like him to release his pent up frustration like that, but lately he’d been unable to hold it in.
“About?”
Now that they were home, he and Luke were both lounging on separate couches, staring up at the television screen as a baseball game played without the benefit of sound. Surprisingly, Luke was home early, and Sierra had insisted that the two of them hang out while she made dinner. Cole’s attempted argument was quickly squashed. Hoping that she would let him make dinner so she could put her feet up for a while, he had tried to change her mind, but she refused him.
“I think he wants me to take the club in a different direction.”
That got Cole’s attention, and he sat up straight and turned to face Luke. “What direction?”
Cole didn’t know much about Trent Ramsey, but he did know the back story on how he’d come to be a silent partner in the club. His friendship with Luke and Logan was one of those that formed by happenstance and had solidified over the years, probably mostly due to their similar interests. Cole actually liked the guy, although Luke was a little standoffish when it came to Trent. Due to the man’s career, they didn’t see him much, which didn’t seem to bother Luke in the least.
Cole wasn’t sure whether it was something all Hollywood actors had in common, but Trent was certainly outgoing and didn’t have a problem sharing his ideas. From the little that he did know, Trent was immensely devoted to his work and was pursuing some more behind the scenes activities as it related to movies as well as taking his fair share of the big screen. He was, at least according to Sierra and the other ladies, definitely at the top of the hot list.
Luke sat up and grabbed his beer from the table. “He mentioned breaking the night club and the fetish club apart.”
Cole tossed the information around in his head for a second. It actually wasn’t a bad idea. “And then what?”
“I think he’s a little intimidated by Alluring Indulgence. He’s worried they are direct competition.”
“Did you tell him there was enough space in Texas to occupy both of you without concern?” Cole asked with a chuckle. He didn’t see the competition aspect that Trent seemed to be so bothered by. They were adult sex clubs, and each of them would draw certain types of people even if they were similar in many aspects.
“I tried. He doesn’t listen.”
“Well, I don’t see it,” Cole admitted after taking a long pull on his beer. “They’re a resort and, at least from what Travis mentioned the last time, they’re going the whole by invitation only route. Who knows with that guy though, he could change his mind tomorrow.”
Luke grinned and Cole leaned forward, setting his empty beer bottle on the table before leaning back into the soft, brown leather, crossing one ankle over the other knee. “What do you think? Do you want to break them apart?”
“I don’t see the downside of it,” Luke admitted, his tone turning hesitant. “It would free me up from late nights, which I’d really like. I’m confident that Kane could run the place without me.”
“I’m assuming you would completely separate the two? As in relocate the adult club?”
“I’m thinking that’s the best idea. Do you see another option?”
Cole appreciated the fact that Luke had started talking to him more about the club. They’d always had brief conversations from time to time, mainly because Cole had been a member from the start, and also because they’d been involved in a few threesome opportunities over the last couple of years, prior to Sierra, which meant they’d established a sort of friendship. Even before Luke accepted the fact that he was bisexual, Cole had developed feelings for the man. Knowing that Luke trusted him, even if Luke sometimes didn’t trust himself, meant something to Cole.
“Do you intend to keep it similar to what it is now? The same setup? The apartments and the separate fetish club?”
“Don’t know. I haven’t been able to wrap my head around how it would be. Aside from the fact that we don’t have many members anymore, I’m not sure what I envision.”
Cole liked the idea of having more time with Luke. He knew Sierra would feel the same. And with the baby on the way, it was perfect timing. He wasn’t sure about relocating the club because that would be expensive. They’d have to start completely over with designing and building. Although, separating completely from the night club would offer them a little more options as to how they structured it.
“Are you looking to go the resort route?”
Because they had invested in Alluring Indulgence Resort, they’d discussed the concept, but Cole didn’t think Luke was looking to replicate it.
“No,” Luke said brusquely, sitting up straight and leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. “I’m not signing up for that type of headache. The Walkers are a lot younger than I am. I have no desire to start over at this point. Not that much anyway.”
“I agree,” Cole said, still considering what Luke was proposing. “What if we strip out the apartments and move to a large commercial building. We wouldn’t need to stay downtown because we wouldn’t be catering to the nightclub scene anymore.”
“The same concept?”
“I think so. The Club was doing well,” Cole said, realizing he didn’t want to make Luke feel as though he’d made the wrong decision in closing the doors. “I think it was more than time that we did something drastic to shake things up a bit. Weed out the few that managed to get through that we’d have preferred not. This works. And it gives us a chance to revamp the membership rules.”
Luke stared back at him, and Cole fought the urge to squirm under the scrutiny of his penetrating hazel eyes. He didn’t know why, but he wanted Luke to listen to what he had to say. Hoped that what he shared made sense.
“See, that’s another reason I love you,” Luke said gruffly.
Cole’s heart did jumping jacks in his chest at the words. Until last night, Luke hadn’t shared how he felt as far as saying “I love you” for quite some time, and now he was handing it out freely. He hated getting his hopes up, but when Luke opened up like this, Cole couldn’t help but believe in the happily ever after that he still doubted despite the reassurance both Luke and Sierra had offered him.
“Why’s that?” he asked, pretending the words didn’t tilt his entire world sideways and make his heart swell to three times its normal size.
“Because you get it,” Luke began, setting his beer on the table as he pushed to his feet. Cole kept his gaze trained on the beautiful man who was now moving his way, and he feared his palms might actually begin to sweat.
The way Luke stalked toward him made him feel as though they’d just met, like the chemistry between them was just as combustible as it had been that first night at Logan’s house when Luke had finally taken what Cole had been offering for far too long.
He remained sitting upright, even as Luke leaned over him until Luke forced him to fall back onto the couch. He was fixated on Luke’s hungry stare, practically daring the man to take what he wanted. It wasn’t like Luke didn’t know that Cole would give him anything, do anything for him, but when the man took what he wanted, it only exacerbated the intensity between them.
Luke slid one knee between his spread thighs and when he leaned closer, grinding his rock hard thigh against Cole’s cock, he wasn’t sure they were going to be in any kind of mood for dinner in the next few minutes.
“Look at me,” Luke demanded and Cole realized he’d closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Luke’s entire body hovering above him. The heat, the weight of him, it all made his head spin and his cock throb.
Opening his eyes, he gazed up into those sexy green-brown eyes, seeing the spark of lust glimmering there.
“Unbutton your jeans,” Luke instructed as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips firmly against his mouth.
Cole sucked in a breath, trying his damnedest not to give in and beg Luke to kiss him hard. Instead, he eased his hands down to his jeans, deftly undoing the button and lowering the zipper as Luke stroked his iron hard flesh with his thigh. Fuck, if Luke kept this up, Cole wasn’t going to last until whatever Luke had in store for them.
The only sound was that of Sierra banging around in the kitchen and his own ragged breaths. Luke appeared to be in total control as his tongue darted out, grazing his bottom lip. Cole was desperate, anxious for Luke to take exactly what he wanted, but having no idea what that might be.
“Push your jeans down,” Luke said, tilting his head slightly, aligning their mouths until there was barely room for a breath between them. “All the way down.”
Cole maneuvered as best he could with Luke’s large frame leaning over him, sliding his jeans down over his hips until they bunched at his thighs, his cock springing free, jutting upward as though begging for Luke’s attention.
“Now tell me what you want.”
Cole wanted everything. More than he ever could tell Luke. He wanted to see Luke vulnerable beneath him, his legs spread wide while he slid deep inside of him, using his teeth to nip him as he made love to him slow and easy. He wanted to see Luke sprawled out on all fours, his ass taking Cole’s cock deep as he fucked him hard and fast.
A bead of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to contain the fantasies, desperately trying to remind himself that Luke wasn’t a bottom. Although Cole had never mentioned it, he didn’t need to make the request to know that Luke would never give in.
“Tell me, Cole. Tell me what you want.” Luke’s palm slid over his straining cock, his grip painfully tight as he slowly stroked him. Cole’s balls immediately tightened, threatening to explode long before he got a chance to consider what he wanted from Luke that his lover would be willing to give.
“Fuck,” he growled, barely able to contain the urge to thrust into Luke’s hand. “Touch me.” Those were the only two words that came to mind. At this point, he didn’t give a shit what Luke did, as long as he didn’t stop touching him.
Luke leaned in closer, grazing his lips over his jaw and Cole held his breath. The heat of Luke’s callused hand gliding firmly over his cock and the warm breath against his ear had him biting his lip to keep from crying out.
“Do you want me to suck you into my mouth?” Luke asked, his words merely a whisper against his ear. “Or just stroke you until you come in my hand? Which do you prefer?”
Cole wasn’t sure he could answer. Just the thought of Luke’s mouth on his dick was making him thrust his hips upward, trying to increase the friction.
“Tell me,” Luke barked, his tone demanding, proof that he was losing his patience.
“Suck me,” Cole whispered. “Put your mouth on me. I want to fuck your lips.” Cole knew his tone contained a demand of his own, but that’s what he suspected Luke wanted.
As much as Luke wanted to be in control, Cole knew he needed him to be firm, not to give in. He might pretend to be submissive, but it was only for Luke’s benefit. If the tables were turned, he knew damn good and well Luke would be screaming his name.
Fucking hell!
Luke didn’t hesitate as he resituated himself between Cole’s thighs, yanking his jeans down below his knees, his broad torso forcing his thighs apart as his mouth came down on his cock. Cole slid his hand into Luke’s hair, staring down at the man swallowing his dick, lapping at him until he wasn’t sure he could breathe from the intensity of it.
“Fuck yes. Suck me harder,” Cole ordered, applying the slightest amount of pressure to Luke’s head, holding him until the head of his dick was pressing against Luke’s throat. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Cole didn’t want it to end. He wasn’t ready to come yet, but Luke wasn’t giving him much choice. If he had a say, he’d sit there and watch Luke bathe his cock in heat for hours, fucking his skilled mouth for all he was worth. Unfortunately, Luke had other ideas in mind as he used one hand to squeeze his balls, the other to grip the base of his dick, sliding him deep as he swallowed hard.
“Oh fuck! Fucking hell!” Cole threw his head back as his orgasm ripped loose, his entire body going rigid as he came down Luke’s throat.
By the time the world stopped spinning, Luke was once again kneeling over him, his mouth just inches away.
“One of these days, you might just ask for what you really want,” Luke whispered, and slammed his mouth down on his. Cole reached up, gripping his head, pulling him close as he thrust his tongue inside, tasting himself in Luke’s mouth.
One day, Cole might just ask.
He just hoped like hell Luke knew what he was committing to.