Elijah surprised him, glancing at the empty bottle, then back to Logan. “I think we’ll need it for the next round.”
Logan stilled, his gaze locked with Elijah’s.
This was a major turning point in their relationship. One that, should they pursue it, they would never come back from. And that was what worried Logan the most. He was comfortable with their life together. The three of them. They meshed in a way most people wouldn’t understand. Anything more … well, anything more had the potential to knock over their delicate house of cards.
“If you’re good with it,” Elijah said softly, still holding his gaze.
“I’m good with it,” he admitted, partially surprised that it was the truth.
“Me, too.”
Sam’s sharp inhale had them both looking her way. “I … uh … I think I’ll get more wine.”
Logan smiled as he realized how badly his wife wanted this to happen.
“I’ll add some wood to the fire,” Elijah stated, his attention shifting away quickly.
While he did that, Logan went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed two more beers. The power was out, but the temperature was holding steady; however, he knew that wouldn’t be the case for too long. If they didn’t get electricity back soon, there was a good possibility their food would spoil.
But it wasn’t something he could worry himself with now. Worst case, they could put it outside to keep it fresh, but he didn’t want to point it out and risk Sam getting anxious again.
After opening the bottles, Logan went back to the living room and passed one to Elijah, then returned to his spot on the couch.
Sam was back quickly, downing half her glass before setting it on the table and easing down to her knees.
“Are you cold?” Logan asked, noticing her nipples were hard.
“I’m good.” She sounded a bit breathless, which made him smile.
“Whose turn is it?”
“Elijah’s,” she said, tossing him the dice.
“I’ll let you spin the bottle,” he said, passing the bottle to Sam.
And this was the point of no return. Introducing that bottle meant they ran the risk of Logan having to perform on Elijah and vice versa. Since the dice held a variety of actions and body parts, there was no telling what it would lead to.
Logan watched as Sam leaned over and placed the bottle on the hardwood floor before spinning it. The anticipation of the moment was obliterated when it landed on Elijah. That helped to settle them as the three of them laughed before Sam did it again. This time it landed on Sam, and the rest of the tension dissipated. At least for the moment.
Elijah rolled the dice.
Sam read them. “Warm breath. Below navel.”
She smiled as she crawled over to Elijah to complete her task while Logan observed. It was hot, but not as hot as it would’ve been if Sam had taken Elijah’s cock in her mouth. Somehow they’d managed to avoid that particular action, although it was a possibility based on the dice. Or at least he assumed that was what the “xxx” referred to.
“Time,” he called after allowing it to go on longer than a minute.
Sam huffed, grabbed the dice, and passed them to Logan.
This time, when the bottle stopped spinning, so did Logan’s breathing.
Because it landed on Elijah.
