Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (15 page)

“
You look so familiar,”
Sierra commented, making McKenna feel a tad bit uncomfortable.
“It’s like I know you from somewhere.”

Yes, well, McKenna was pretty sure where
Sierra knew her from, but she wasn’t going to be the one to say it
out loud. “Maybe from my website? Or my magazine?”

“
I guess...” Sierra still
didn’t seem convinced, and McKenna hoped no one else said
anything.

Tag’s eyes narrowed on
her, and McKenna saw the recognition in his eyes. She wasn’t
embarrassed of her past, but had she been old enough to know
better, she was fairly certain she wouldn’t have made the decision
to pose nude. But that was back then and she was a different person
now, having explored her sexuality in various ways, including
posing nude for one of the nation’s most highly rated men’s
magazines. She had learned to ignore the constant stares and
frequent double takes because more often than not, that was how she
was recognized.

“
Do you mind if I steal
McKenna for a bit?” Tag asked, obviously assisting to divert the
conversation.

“
Not at all. I hope to
talk to you more this afternoon.” Sierra smiled sweetly. “And I’ll
have to introduce you to Sam. She’s going to love you.”

The comment caught McKenna
off guard, but she managed to conceal it easily. “I’m looking
forward to it.”

“
I’ll take you home.”
McKenna heard Cole say to Sierra as they walked away and the
soothing sound of his voice as he spoke to the woman he loved had
McKenna wishing for something she’d never wanted before.

Maybe it was the man standing beside her;
the one who actually took her hand in his as they walked up the
steps leading to the second floor and the private rooms of Club
Destiny.

Once on the other side of the doors, McKenna
was stunned when she was suddenly pushed up against the wall, Tag’s
hard body pressed intimately against her. She barely had time to
catch her breath before his mouth descended on hers, their hands
instantly groping one another as though they’d been forced to be
apart for the last couple of hours, rather than by choice.

When he finally pulled
back, she was reluctant to let him go, but McKenna opened her eyes
and got lost in eyes the color of a forest after a spring rain.
“What was that for?” She was still breathless, but she was at least
coherent. She wasn’t so sure she had been when she’d given herself
over to the most passionate kiss she’d ever known.

Well, aside from the one in her office.

“
I’m having a damn hard
time keeping my hands off of you,” he growled, nipping her ear with
his sharp teeth.

“
Well, whose fault is
that?” she whispered as she tilted her head to the side, hoping
he’d use those teeth on her skin.

“
I don’t know what it is
about you, McKenna...” Tag trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck,
sending shards of pleasure ricocheting through her body like she’d
been hooked up directly to an electrical current. She didn’t know
what it was either, but whatever it was, she did not want it to
end.

Taking her hand, Tag
quickly pulled her down the hall, her heels clicking on the slate
tile floor, echoing through the long narrow corridor. When they
passed Tag’s private room door, she bit her bottom lip. She hadn’t
ventured anywhere other than his room, and she was torn between
wanting to see what else went on behind those secured doors and
wanting Tag to strip her naked and have his wicked way with
her.

When they approached a
large, open room at the end of the hall Tag slowed. Walking in the
room, McKenna noticed that there was no one else in there other
than the two of them.

“
Playroom.” His words rang
in her ear as she glanced around, noticing the elegant decor and
expensive furniture.

“
What do you do in the
playroom?” she dared to ask.

“
Anything you
want.”

“
So others can come in
here at any time?” The thought intrigued her, but for some reason,
McKenna had conjured up a more wicked image of Club Destiny than
just this.

“
They do.”

“
Is this the only room?”
She wondered what all of the fuss was about if this was the only
playroom they had.

“
They don’t have themed
rooms here,” Tag commented, staring down at her. “And trust me;
this room sees plenty of action.”

“
It doesn’t seem to be
seeing anything at the moment,” she responded, still trying to wrap
her mind around it.

“
Oh, darlin’, that’s where
you’re wrong.” Tag’s mouth was once again closing in, and McKenna
welcomed the persistent press of his warm, firm lips on hers.
Sliding her arms around him, she pulled him closer and then gripped
the back of his sexy, bald head. God she loved his beautiful,
smooth head.

Within seconds the air
crackled with ignitable heat as Tag devoured her, his tongue
insistently pressing into her mouth, dueling with hers while he
held her body as close as physically possible. When he broke the
kiss long minutes later, they were both out of breath.

“
I want to see your mouth
on my cock, McKenna.”

The words weren’t a
request, and she knew it. She couldn’t help but revel in the
intensity of his tone, the demand in those striking, all knowing
eyes, and the zing his words inflicted deep down low.

He was going to let her
touch him, and McKenna damn sure wasn’t about to let another
opportunity pass her by.

~*~*~

Tag wasn’t sure why he
tortured himself for so long. The sweetness of McKenna’s mouth was
like a drug, the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips like an
addiction he had no chance of kicking. He wanted her.

Right here.

Right now.

The playroom was empty,
but that didn’t make a damn bit of difference to him. It could’ve
been filled wall to wall with people and he would still want to see
her on her knees with his cock between her soft lips as she sucked
him. Taking her hand, he led her to a black leather sofa, putting
his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushing her until she was
sitting before him.

With his eyes locked on her expressive face,
he eased the button on his slacks from its mooring before sliding
down the zipper.

“
Take what you want from
me, McKenna,” he ordered her, ensuring she heard the command in his
tone.

Tag could see the passion
in her eyes, the need to be dominated, the need to be forced to do
something out of character for her. He might be selfish in his
abrupt pursuit of her, but he was going to ensure she got what she
needed, as well.

When her deft fingers slipped inside the
waistband of his slacks, Tag had to hold his breath. She gently
scraped her fingernails along the sensitive skin of his lower
abdomen as she easily lowered his pants until they were at
mid-thigh. From the second she freed his cock, Tag knew this little
stunt was going to require more willpower than he’d ever had to
muster.

With his eyes fixated on her fingers, he
watched as her nails raked along the spot where his leg met his
torso, then lower until she was gently gliding over his balls,
causing his cock to throb as it stood at full mast between them. He
wanted her fucking mouth on him, wanted to watch while she blew him
until he came with a vengeance.

There wasn’t a thing she could do that would
make him last longer than a few minutes, but he fully intended to
enjoy every single second. One perfect fingernail trailed along the
underside of his cock, then teased the flared head, before moving
back up his shaft.

Pure fucking torture.

He’d already insisted that she take what she
wanted, so he couldn’t very well tell her to wrap her mouth around
his dick, but shit, he wanted to. Instead, he kept his mouth
closed, his teeth clamped firmly together as he watched her pale
fingers torment his swollen cock.

When her eyes darted up, meeting his, Tag
saw the hunger reflected in them and he swore he’d never seen that
much want in his entire life. It was a fucking turn on like no
other to see the unobstructed lust in her eyes, and to know that
McKenna didn’t make excuses for what she wanted.

Her eyes returned to her task, her fingers
wrapping around his cock, gripping him tightly and slowly sliding
down, then back up, her tongue darting out and swiping the
oversensitive head of his cock.

Fuck.

There was no denying how
fucking hot she made him, but this was out of this world erotic.
She wasn’t rushing, and she wasn’t doing this solely for his
pleasure. McKenna was giving him the hand job of the century, and
Tag was never going to forget this moment.

One hand eased between his thighs, cupping
his balls before kneading them with just enough pressure to have
the breath lodging in his throat. He exhaled on a groan, wondering
whether it was actually possible to die from too much pleasure.

Then, she used the flat
side of her tongue to ease along the hypersensitive underside of
his cock, her head tilted to ensure he had a perfect view of every
move she made. He groaned, unable to control himself because holy
fuck, he was going to come before she ever took him into her
mouth.

Sweet fucking ecstasy is what it was.

By the time she slid her
lips around his cock, Tag was sweating and on the verge of losing
control. She tortured him with her tongue, sucking him fully into
her mouth, wrapping his dick in velvet warmth.

“
Fucking suck me,
McKenna.” Tag was on the verge of being rendered deaf and dumb by
the paralyzing pleasure and he knew he couldn’t take much more.
“That’s it, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”

Gripping her hair, Tag
began thrusting forcefully past her lips, the vibration of her soft
moans ricocheting straight through his balls until he was damn near
blind with the need to come down her throat.

“
Fuck,” he growled the
word, unable to slow his pace; her fingers gently caressing his
balls as her mouth bathed him in moist heat. “Aw, fuck, baby. I’m
gonna come. Fuck yes!”

It was all he could do to
remain standing as his orgasm ripped through him, shattering his
mind in the process and leaving him feeling...
something.

Something he was pretty
damn sure he didn’t want to feel.

*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***

By the time the afternoon
meeting rolled around, McKenna was feeling a little off kilter. Not
because of what had happened earlier that morning while they were
still in Tag’s bed, or even while they were in the playroom. No,
McKenna felt a little deprived of that something more she was
hoping for. Did it make her a nympho to be lusting after one man
every second of the day?

Considering she hadn’t had
sex in almost an entire year, McKenna did feel a little
unsatisfied, but only because she couldn’t get her mind off of Tag
and the things she wanted to do to him and him to her.

But now, as they sat in
the largest of the three conference rooms, a little larger than the
playroom, but no less sophisticated and stylish, McKenna suddenly
wanted nothing more than to sneak out with Tag and go back to his
private room. For some reason, she was letting herself get carried
away by her hormones when she should’ve been focusing on why she
was actually there. This meeting for instance.

“
Thanks for coming,” Logan
McCoy greeted the room.

McKenna had been
blindsided when Logan McCoy and his wife Samantha walked into the
room. The man was devastatingly handsome just like his mirror image
Luke; only he was a more refined version. She could tell by the way
he spoke that he was used to being in control. Even if he was just
a silent partner in the club, no one would’ve known by the way that
he addressed each member personally.

“
As many of you already
know,” Logan continued, standing in front of the group of at least
forty people, “Luke and I are currently in the process of another
business venture that we feel will only enhance Club Destiny and be
mutually beneficial to its members.”

This was the part McKenna was interested
in.

“
I’d like to introduce you
to Travis Walker, co-owner of Walker Inc., and the brilliance
behind Alluring Indulgence Resort.”

There was a small round of
applause that broke out, followed by the sexiest cowboy McKenna had
ever met walking before the crowd of people. Looking relatively the
same as he had the last time she saw him, Travis wore a long
sleeved, button down black shirt tucked into those sexy as hell
dark Wrangler’s and a belt buckle, but it was that black Stetson
pulled low over his ruggedly handsome face that attracted so much
attention. He was a mystery.

For the next half hour,
McKenna forced herself to pay more attention to Travis’ speech and
less to his sexy southern drawl; although she was pretty sure some
of the other women in the room had a more difficult time than she
did. Watching the presentation flashing by on the screen outlining
the overall concept of this mega resort that was currently in the
construction phase was definitely worth her attention. The grand
opening was going to be spectacular, he told them, and McKenna was
bound and determined to be invited.

Glancing around the room,
McKenna’s gaze landed on the sexiest man in the room standing
toward the back, talking to Luke and Cole. It wasn’t the first time
in the last thirty minutes she’d sought him out either. Her body
was like a heat seeking missile, and Tag was the intended
target.