Sam followed her gaze to see she was watching Talon’s wife, Braelyn, as she strolled out of the hotel with three men clad only in jeans following close behind. The woman was absolutely stunning. She wore a gauzy white sundress that billowed around her bare feet as she moved, her long, golden-brown hair cascading down her back. From what Sam had understood, it was a real reverse harem going on with them. At least on some occasions. Evidently, the possessions they owned belonged to Talon—all except for one—but they’d established loyalty to the woman who held their hearts when she came along.
“Every woman should have herself one of those,” Sierra mused.
“A bare-chested man who follows her everywhere?” McKenna asked, giggling.
“Absolutely.”
Sam smiled. Although she found the entire thing intriguing, she couldn’t imagine it for herself. She preferred her men less obedient, and she’d certainly hit the jackpot.
Glancing at her phone once more, she realized it had been almost an hour since she left.
“I … uh…” She swallowed, setting her drink on the table and scooting to the edge of the seat. “I think I’ll go check on Logan and Eli.”
Sierra laughed. “Check on them? Or do you mean molest them?”
Sam smiled at her friend. “Most definitely the latter. I’ll be back.”
With her friends laughing behind her, Sam made the trek from the pool to their bungalow, admiring the beautiful scenery along the way. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to spend her birthday.
Sam walked into the bungalow as quietly as she could, closing the door behind her. Neither Logan nor Elijah was in the living room or the kitchen, so she made a beeline for the bedroom. She approached slowly, smiling when she heard deep moans coming from inside. They’d invited her to watch, and she’d be damned if she would miss this opportunity.
She stopped at the door, her gaze settling on the two men currently on the bed. A jolt of electricity shocked her womb when she saw them sucking each other. If they knew she was there, neither of them acknowledged her, so she leaned her shoulder against the jamb and settled in to watch the show.
***
Logan could feel Sam’s eyes on them. Knowing she was there watching ramped up his lust by a thousand degrees, sending molten lava coursing through his veins. It was enough to have him pulling back, dragging his cock from Elijah’s wickedly skilled mouth for fear he would come before he was ready.
It took effort not to acknowledge her, but Logan managed to turn around on the bed without making eye contact and settle himself over Elijah, kissing him roughly as he took his hands and lifted them over his head. He could’ve spent the entire day like this, naked with Elijah at his mercy, his hot, hard body grinding against him.
“I’m all for foreplay,” Elijah rasped against his mouth. “But I want to be inside you.”
An electric current sparked at the base of his spine, making his cock jerk as every drop of blood in his body pooled between his legs. His cock was so fucking hard it hurt, and the thought of Elijah fucking him wasn’t helping.
“You’re gonna have to work for it,” Logan teased, nipping his lower lip.
“I’m up for the challenge,” Elijah growled roughly.
A second later, Logan felt the power in Elijah’s body as he rocked Logan off of him, trading places so that he was on his back.
He huffed a laugh when Elijah glanced back at Sam. “You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”
“I’ve got a pretty damn good view from here.”
“Suit yourself,” Elijah replied as he reached for the lube conveniently sitting on the nightstand. When he’d put it there, Logan didn’t know, but apparently, he’d been thinking ahead while they unpacked.
Tucking his hands behind his head, Logan glanced over at Sam, smiled when he saw her raptly focused on Elijah as he got back on the bed. He could see her pebbled nipples beneath the thin fabric of her bikini. The sheer eroticism of that act … her watching them as they indulged fanned the flames of his arousal.
“Turn over,” Elijah commanded, his tone steel hard with dominance.
There was a flash fire in his groin. No one had ever used that tone of voice with him, and oddly, coming from Elijah, he found it appealing.
Lowering his arms, Logan slowly rolled so that he was on his stomach. He tossed the pillow aside, pressing his cheek to the mattress and turning his head so he could see Sam’s face. Behind him, Elijah kneed his legs wide so he could settle between them. Logan’s cock throbbed, trapped against the cool silk of the comforter.
For several minutes, the only sounds he heard were the insistent pounding of his heart and Elijah’s gruffly spoken instructions as he got Logan into the position he wanted him—on his knees, legs spread wide, chest pressed flat to the mattress. He felt vulnerable and alive, his breaths racing in and out of his lungs as he watched his wife watching them.
He groaned when Elijah’s palms flattened on his ass, kneading him urgently as though holding back was painful. Logan understood. He was amped, his body on high alert as he waited with bated breath for Elijah to do something … anything.
Elijah leaned forward, the warmth of his chest along his back seconds before his lips pressed to his shoulder. His words were so soft when he said, “I don’t want you to move from this position.”
