Elijah’s hand followed the same route Logan’s had earlier, slipping between their bodies until he was strumming her clit, making her body vibrate with the impending release.
Sam gripped Logan’s bicep with one hand, the other sliding into Elijah’s hair as she held on, her body rocking beneath the onslaught of Logan’s powerful thrusts.
Logan groaned, his head tipping back, and Sam peered down her body to where Elijah’s hand was. Not only was he thumbing her clit, his knuckles were rubbing against Logan, gliding over his cock every time he retreated. Seeing Elijah touching Logan was more than she could bear. She screamed out their names as her orgasm obliterated her.
Logan followed her right over the edge, slamming into her one final time, pinning Elijah’s hand between their bodies as he came with a roar.
***
While Sam and Logan fought to catchtheir breath, Elijah remained where he was. He kept his hand on Sam’s stomach as Logan slid to her other side. He was hesitant to look at the man, not sure what he was going to find. Touching Logan had been a serious risk, something he had never intended. He’d been so caught up in that moment, so turned on by watching Logan fucking Sam, he hadn’t given it much thought.
Never before had he been inclined to touch a man, but he would admit—at least to himself—that it had been building for a while now. Years, maybe. But only where Logan was concerned.
He blamed his curiosity on the easy relationship they shared. They were bonded by their love for Sam, brought closer by their desire to take care of her, to love her, to pleasure her. And though Elijah had never been attracted to a man before, he found a curiosity about Logan that he couldn’t seem to shake. It had grown more intense these past couple of years, and until today, he’d been able to ignore it.
“That was…” Sam exhaled. “That was so hot.”
Elijah refused to look at her or Logan, instead staring down at his hand where it rested on her belly.
“I’d have to agree,” Logan said, his voice rougher than usual.
Elijah’s gaze darted over. Logan was lying on his back, his arm draped over his eyes.
“Which part?” Elijah asked, keeping his tone light.
“For one, waking up to both of you in my bed,” she said.
Yeah, Elijah would agree. He did enjoy the idea of waking up every day to Sam, not just on his dedicated days.
“Then the taking turns thing…” Sam giggled. “A girl can get used to that.”
Elijah choked on a laugh. “You sound spoiled.”
“Oh, I am. Most definitely.”
Figuring that was where the conversation would end, Elijah leaned in to kiss her shoulder, preparing to get out of bed and head for the shower, but Sam stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“The hottest part, though?”
He pretended to adjust the sheet to avoid eye contact.
“Was when you fucking touched me,” Logan growled. “Holy fuck.”
Elijah stilled.
“God, yes,” Sam agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before.”
“Me, either,” Logan chimed in.
Because he had no desire to get into an in-depth conversation about what prompted him to do it, Elijah forced a laugh and rolled out of bed. He padded toward the bathroom since this was the room he’d chosen for himself. He relieved himself then got into the shower.
He was grateful no one intruded on his moment because he needed a minute to get his bearings.
