Chapter Twenty-Two
Elijah wouldn’t go so far as tosay things were back to normal, but the tension between the three of them had certainly lessened since that morning. At least the emotional stress, anyway. As for the sexual tension, that was drawn tight as a bowstring, threatening to snap at any minute.
He figured it likely had something to do with the fact they’d opted to spend part of the afternoon in the swimming pool. Sam, wearing that skimpy white bikini that gave him a hard-on without fail, was floating on her favorite raft in the center of the pool, fingers teasing the top of the water. Logan was cleaning the grill, preparing it for the burgers he intended to make for dinner, while Elijah was content to sit in the shallow end, sipping a beer and watching the two of them.
When Logan peered over for the hundredth time, Elijah got the feeling he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and Sam doing something wicked and dirty. Or maybe that was him projecting, because Elijah had been hoping for the same thing. He’d been anticipating Logan joining them in the water at some point, and if he had to guess, Sam was waiting for the same.
So basically, it meant someone had to make the first move.
“Sam?” Elijah called out to her when she used the side of the pool to push herself back to the center.
“Hmm?”
Before Elijah could make his request, Logan spoke up. “Take off your bathing suit.”
The man had read his mind.
Her eyes opened, and she shielded them with her hand, peering up at Logan. She then turned and looked at him, so Elijah gave her a nod of encouragement.
She smiled wickedly, then did as her husband requested, removing the tiny scraps of fabric that had been covering so very little. Once she was naked, she settled back on the raft, this time dropping her feet into the water on either side, which gave them an unobstructed view of the slick pink flesh that beckoned.
Elijah groaned as he got to his feet, unable to resist the temptation she presented.
No sooner did he move than Logan was joining them, stepping down into the water, a glass of wine in one hand, the other adjusting his cock in his shorts.
“Here you go, baby,” Logan said, passing her the glass as he approached. “Don’t spill it.”
“Have you ever known me to let wine go to waste?” she teased as she took a sip.
Logan chuckled softly, turning her in the water so that he was standing between her parted thighs at the end of the float.
Elijah came to stand at her side, smiling as she began to glance between them. Her expression relaxed, and he knew she realized what they were angling for.
“I think this pretty pussy needs some attention,” Logan mused, his big hands gliding over her thighs, higher, until his thumbs were kneading her mound.
“Her breasts, too,” Elijah noted, covering her left breast with his hand, trapping her nipple between two knuckles, and lightly pinching it.
Sam sighed, the wineglass teetering precariously.
“Don’t spill the wine,” Logan commanded, his thumb sliding between her pussy lips.
Sam righted the glass, then took another sip.
Elijah’s gaze fixated on Logan’s hand, watching as he pinched and plucked her clit, drawing it out from its hood.
“Logan…” Sam tried to buck her hips but couldn’t.
“Yes, baby?” he crooned, grinning. “Did you need something?”
“More.”
He chuckled. “More what?”
She groaned when Logan flicked her clit with his fingertip.
Elijah pinched her nipple at the same time, which made Sam jerk on the float. She quickly tightened her grip on the wineglass, ensuring it didn’t fall in the water while they teased her. Each time the glass began to fall over, Logan would stop what he was doing and wait for Sam to pay attention. That lasted a few minutes before the woman figured out it was easier to down the wine and eliminate the risk.
She was a smart one; Elijah would give her that.
