“Come for me, Sam,” Elijah groaned, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he guided her along his steely erection. “I want to feel that sweet cunt milk my dick.”
That did it. She dropped her head back and cried out both their names as she came.
***
Later that night, after they’d eaten dinner, cleaned up, and gotten everything in order for the week ahead, Logan felt his exhaustion hit him. Or maybe it was relief from all the chaos that had the adrenaline fading from his system.
For the first time in months, he felt like himself again. He figured that was weird since he was no longer the man he’d thought he was. Well, in a sense, he was still the same. At his core, sure. His morals and values hadn’t changed, just his outlook, he figured.
Sam was coming out of the bathroom when he came into the bedroom. She smiled over at him the same way she did most nights.
Yes, it was relief, he decided.
“I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow,” she informed him as she pulled the blankets back on the bed. “I’ll need to go in early. You want me to drive myself?”
“I’d prefer to do the honor,” he told her, adjusting his pillow as he prepared to get in bed with her. “Will Elijah be in town this week?”
“To my knowledge,” she said as she crawled into the big bed, situating herself in the middle.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you both about that.”
Logan looked over to see Elijah standing in the doorway, his shoulder pressed to the doorjamb. “About what?”
“I’ve been offered a VP position.”
“A promotion. It’s about damn time. Congratulations,” Logan said, getting into bed with Sam.
“I haven’t accepted it yet.” He crossed one ankle over the other. “In fact, I’ve turned down several other promotions in the last few years.”
“You have? Why?”
“They didn’t feel right.”
“But this one does?” Logan prompted.
“It does.”
“That’s fantastic,” Sam said, patting the other side to encourage Elijah to join them.
He didn’t move from his spot. “If I take it, I’ll be home more than I am now.”
Logan got the feeling Elijah was gauging their reactions to the news.
“That’s even better,” Logan told him.
“Are you sure?”
Logan frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
His only response was a slow quirk of one eyebrow. Logan could feel Sam’s eyes on him, too, and he wasn’t sure what they expected him to say.
He glanced over at his wife and then to Elijah before deciding he would lay it all on the line for them. “Things are different. I’ve accepted that. But at our core, we’re still the same together.”
“Are we?” Sam asked, her skepticism evident.
“No,” Elijah said firmly, moving away from the wall. “We’re not the same together.”
Logan watched him, expecting him to move to the other side of the bed. He didn’t, instead coming to Logan’s side.
