Devotion (Club Destiny #7) by Nicole Edwards

had no idea. Sliding his hand through Cole’s hair, he allowed the man to bite his lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
    “Fuck.” It was Cole’s turn to growl, the vibration in his chest sending a torrent of pleasure coursing through Luke’s veins, which in turn had all of his blood heading south.
    “Don’t do this,” Luke warned, reaching for some measure of sanity. He couldn’t let Cole take control. It wasn’t in him to let anyone take control. He didn’t care if he trusted Cole with his life, he still wasn’t about to let him see him weak.
    “You want it,” Cole whispered. “You know you do.”
    Luke didn’t respond. He remained stone still, feeling Cole’s breath feather over his lips. Fuck. He wanted to kiss him senseless and then bend him over the fucking table and take him like a mad man. That’s how hot Cole made him.
    “See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Luke growled, gripping Cole’s hair tighter. “I won’t deny wanting you,” Luke managed to turn slightly, “but never mistake who’s in control here.”
    Cole let go, taking a step back but still meeting his stare. Luke turned fully to face him, then stalked him across the kitchen like a jungle animal set free, only Cole didn’t back up. He was exerting even more of his dominance than Luke was used to. Like usual, he didn’t succumb to Luke’s demands. At least not at first.
    “Just remember, you started this,” Luke smiled, leaning in and biting Cole’s lip the same way he’d done to him seconds before. “And I’m going to finish it.”
    “I’m counting on it,” Cole said, kissing him briefly before turning and walking out of the room without looking back.
    Rubbing his cock through his jeans, Luke trailed Cole with his eyes until he disappeared around the corner. Sonuvabitch . It was going to be a long fucking day.
     
    ~~*~~
     
    “Did you notice that Dylan’s here again?” Luke asked Logan as they stood in his office at the club staring down at the small group growing bigger by the minute.
    Club Destiny was popular on Friday and Saturday nights, but in recent months, Monday’s had become quite busy. Probably for the fact that Luke made Monday’s karaoke night despite Logan’s extreme distaste for that decision.
    Logan joined him beside the window and glanced down at the bar. Luke watched as Dylan held up a hand motioning for Lucie to bring another drink. From where he stood, it was clear that the man wasn’t drinking water. Whatever it was, he was doing doubles, and he was rapid firing them as soon as Lucie handed them over.
    Luke couldn’t help but think that Dylan’s day was going about as shitty as his own. Not only had Trent postponed their morning meeting to the evening, Luke had the pleasure of sitting in a room with a decidedly unhappy Domme for the better part of an hour. Serena didn’t talk often, but when she did, it was hard to get her to stop. He didn’t mind for the most part because he truly needed to know what was going on between her and Trent Ramsey.
    As it turned out, after sixty minutes of continuous chatter on her part, Luke had learned nothing.
    “Something wrong with him? Besides the obvious?” Luke asked, watching as Lucie handed Dylan another glass, nearly half full with clear liquid. It didn’t take long for him to down that one. He had to be feeling good and numb by now. When he called Lucie over again, this time she had the proper sense to ignore him momentarily and shoot a glance up at the window. Luke knew she couldn’t see him, but he could see her.
    “You want to go talk to him?”
    “Not really, no,” Luke admitted.
    It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to Dylan, but he knew the man was going through a tough time right now. The anniversary of his wife’s death was never an easy day, and although Luke didn’t want Dylan to pass out cold on his bar floor, he knew someone had to go talk to him.
    “Fine,” Logan said, turning to walk away.
    “Hey,” Luke