Chapter Four
When Elijah disappeared into the bathroom, Samturned to Logan. She watched him as he lowered his arm and opened one eye to peer over at her, evidently sensing she was staring at him.
“Yes?” he drawled.
“That was insanely hot, right?” she whispered, unable to contain her excitement.
“It was.”
She watched him, wondering if he would elaborate. Of course, he didn’t.
“Wow,” she said, falling back again. “Not sure what’ll top that.”
“Sam.” His tone was etched with warning.
“What?”
“Don’t push this.”
She turned her head his way. “Push what?”
“Let it be. If it plays out, it plays out.”
“Are you saying…?” Sam wasn’t even sure what question she wanted to ask. Was her husband actually saying he was interested in something more from Elijah? Perhaps a little man-on-man action?
“I’m saying let it be.”
“But—”
“I’m not discussing this with you right now,” he grumbled. “Let it go for now.”
She found herself left with no choice when Logan got up from the bed and padded out of the room. Her gaze bounced between the bedroom door and the bathroom door while her brain continued to process what had transpired.
Never in the seven years that the three of them had been together had Elijah or Logan touched one another so … so intimately. Sure, there was touching involved, but it was the natural kind. One man moved against another when changing positions and whatnot. But that wasn’t what had happened. Elijah had deliberately stroked Logan’s cock with his knuckles while Logan had been fucking her.
Just the thought had a shiver racing through her and a torrent of dirty, filthy fantasies racing through her brain.
Of course, Logan’s words were now echoing in her head, too.
Let it be. If it plays out, it plays out.
Let it be? Was he serious? Did he not know her at all?
By the time midafternoon rolled around, Sam was beginning to feel a bit antsy. Part of that was due to the fact they hadn’t been able to get out of the cabin due to the weather. Instead, they’d passed the time relaxing. She had curled up with a book, taken a nap, vegged on chips, then taken another nap. All in all, she had managed to while away three whole hours. When Logan had woken her to see if she wanted a late lunch, she had opted for a shower while they cooked.
And now that the meal had been consumed, the dishes washed and put away, Sam was hoping they didn’t intend to watch television for the rest of the afternoon. Especially not when they could be doing something together. For instance, playing a game.
“What time’s your meeting?” Elijah asked.
Sam’s gaze darted to Logan. How had she forgotten he was going to work? It had slipped her mind completely.
“They’ve rescheduled for Monday,” he said, his frustration evident.
If they had rescheduled, that meant Logan was the one seeking something from them. Otherwise, Logan would’ve been in control of the time and location, and he was a stickler for punctuality. No doubt her husband would’ve tackled a blizzard head-on just to be on time.
“Did they say why?” she asked, wondering if he might share some details.
“The weather. They said it’s predicted to get worse before it gets better.”
