Conviction (Club Destiny #1)(113)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Her breath caught, her fingers twitched nervously, disobeying her determination to avoid these situations specifically.

Despite all of that, despite her best intentions, her body wanted this. Wanted the pleasure she could find in his arms, in Luke’s arms. For two weeks, those thoughts hadn’t set well with her, but the images, the memories imbedded into every cell of her being had set her ablaze when she tried to pretend otherwise.

It was dark outside; the only light was the soft blue glow from the instruments on the dash, leaving them all awash in shadows. Logan had begun to rub her hand slowly over the steely edge of his erection, his breaths shorter, choppier than before, sending a surge of power through her.

“Stroke my cock, Sam.” Logan instructed, his voice harder than before.

When she would have moved her hand away, scared by the sheer intensity that burst through her veins, Logan gripped her wrist.

“Take my cock out and stroke it.”

His voice brooked no argument, the hard edge of his words sending tingles straight between her thighs, where moisture pooled, preparing her for what was to come.

Sam found her fingers doing exactly as he demanded, slowly slipping the button from its mooring, then gently lowering the zipper, the sound of the metal teeth ricocheting through the otherwise silence of the truck.

Logan pushed back into the seat, giving her more room to work with as she tried to free him from the denim confines of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans, going full commando, and Sam had a feeling he had done so just for this moment.

He assisted by lifting his hips, pushing his jeans down just far enough to release his rock hard cock. When she hesitated, Logan placed her hand around the soft, smooth skin of his shaft, Sam’s fingers instinctively closing around him. God he was so big, his cock like velvet covered steel, hard and pulsing in her hand.

“God that feels good.” He groaned, a shiver of pleasure shooting through her.

She liked how he reacted to her touch, loved the way he verbalized what he was feeling, spurring her on, making her ache to touch him, to taste him.

Trepidation slivered down her spine, making her peel her eyes away from his glorious cock; glancing around to make sure they weren’t being watched. But, they were still driving, some sort of back road from what she could tell. No lights from nearby houses, only the moon, partially shrouded by evening clouds.

Sam felt movement on her left side, drawing her attention. The sight of Luke, his fly open, the mushroomed head of his cock peeking out, captured her attention.

Luke’s eyes darted to hers and what she saw reflected there sent a shot of heat straight to her clit. His eyes were hooded, the desire evident on his hard features. But she saw something else, something bordering on dangerous in those steely eyes.

“Touch me, Sam.” His demand was edged with aggression, a hint of impatience in his tone and Sam immediately enclosed him with her left hand, her right still slowly stroking over the satin covered length of Logan.

“That’s so good, baby.” Logan groaned, Sam jerked her head toward him.

His eyes were closed, his head tipped back, and she wondered if he knew she was doing the same thing to his brother. Of course he did. Logan knew exactly what she was doing, and the fact that he wanted her to had an inkling of doubt and fear filling her mind.

When his eyes slid open, his gaze locking on hers, Sam saw the same determination, the hint of aggression filling eyes that looked just the same as his brothers, only they held a hint of tenderness in them.

“Put your lips on my dick.” He ordered, his hand snaking out to capture the back of her head, pulling her down toward him. Only the seatbelt wouldn’t let her move, and then she heard the familiar click from where Luke had obviously unlatched it. “He’ll be careful. We’re almost there.” Logan assured her, pulling her closer.

She had to turn her body, moving quickly because Logan was pulling her face into his lap, not letting up on the pressure behind her head.

A fever ignited in her bloodstream, making her want things she swore she wouldn’t want any longer, making her feel things that were so taboo, Sam was torn between what she wanted to do and what she should do.

“Now.” Logan insisted, wrapping his hand around his shaft and pressing the head against her lips. “Lick me.”

Her tongue snaked out, gliding over the engorged tip, the warm, salty taste exploding on her tongue, reminding her of who this man was. What he meant to her.

She wanted this, and no matter how many times she tried to deny it, Sam had no control over that fact. She belonged to him, heart, body and soul, and there wasn’t anything she could do to change that.