Once she was out of the room, Elijah waited until Logan looked at him. “You know, we really do need to discuss what happened.”
Logan seemed to consider that for a moment, his hazel eyes narrowed on him. “You’re right. We do.”
Rather than give him a time or place for when that discussion might occur, Logan did what he always did; he turned and walked out of the room.
Just another day in paradise.
***
Logan helped Sam load two suitcases anda carry-on bag into the trunk of the limousine the girls had hired to take them to the airport. For the life of him, he couldn’t imagine what she could possibly need for three nights in Vegas that would require that much luggage, but he’d long ago stopped asking those types of questions. His wife was eccentric and free-spirited, and he loved her because of those traits, as well as a few hundred more, so he simply bit his tongue and learned to keep his mouth shut.
“Be good,” he said, planting one last kiss on her lips. “We’ll see you when you get back on Sunday.”
“I won’t make any promises,” she said with a smirk. “On the being good part.”
He rolled his eyes and kissed her nose, then helped her into the car.
Once the limo’s taillights were out of sight, he ventured back into the house. He found Elijah still sitting on the couch, his nose buried in one of the many books he read. Tom Clancy, James Patterson, and Lee Child were his go-to authors, and more often than not, one of those books was in Elijah’s hands. Logan knew the man could remain like that for hours, sometimes staying up late into the night before coming to bed.
Although he didn’t share Elijah’s love of reading, he got the feeling this hobby of his had only increased because of the situation they’d found themselves in—surrounded by a potent mixture of curiosity and desire. They’d gotten damn good at this game of pretend, the one where they both acted as though what happened had been just an ordinary day. Considering Logan had never kissed a man before that night, it was anything but ordinary, which he was reminded of every single time he looked at the man. By bringing it up, Sam thought she was keeping the dream alive, but her reminders weren’t necessary. Not a day had gone by that Logan hadn’t thought about that kiss.
The problem was, he wasn’t sure which way to go from here. He’d developed a curiosity that drove him mad whenever he thought too long about that encounter. The more time that passed, the more he embraced the idea of exploring this bisexual inclination to see if the kiss was as good as he remembered. At the same time, he repeatedly told Sam to let things play out as they might, but they hadn’t gotten around to tackling the subject, despite Elijah’s repeated requests to talk about what had happened. Logan tended to shrug off the idea because he had no fucking idea what he was supposed to say.
Yeah, they’d kissed.
Yeah, Elijah had grazed his cock during one intimate moment.
Sure, he had liked it.
Fuck yes, he wanted to do it again. All of it.
However…
While he could fuck Sam nine ways to Sunday, didn’t give a shit who watched—he was admittedly a voyeur and an exhibitionist—Logan didn’t want to go that route with Elijah. He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of making this—whateverthiswas—into a spectacle. And he certainly didn’t want to get Sam’s hopes up in the event they decided their imaginations had turned it into something it wasn’t. But she was nothing if not persistent, another one of her quirky traits he loved.
Logan didn’t want to interrupt Elijah’s reading, so he went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, then headed for the backyard. The pool lights were on, giving the water a deep purple hue. He never knew what color it would be because Sam remained in charge of that. He didn’t really care because he rarely paid much attention. He usually had other things on his mind whenever he managed to get Sam out here. One of their very first sexual encounters had been poolside. Not this pool, not this house, but he remembered it clearly, how he’d introduced Sam to his twin brother, Luke. Back then, Logan had routinely shared women with his brother. It had been about the pleasure they could bring her, two-on-one, but with Sam, things had been different.
Different enough that his entire world had changed.
Logan had gone and fallen in love with Sam, and then Luke had settled down, married Sierra and Cole, and popped out some kids. There’d been a couple of other encounters after with other men Logan knew, but things had changed once again when Elijah came into the picture. Logan just hadn’t realized how much they’d changed until that one lascivious encounter when Elijah had stroked his cock while Logan had been balls deep inside Sam. The brush of Elijah’s knuckles along his shaft had set him off and left him questioning his sexuality.
He heard the back door open, glanced over to see Elijah sticking his head out.
“I know you don’t want to talk about it,” Elijah said, “but I figured we need to decide on our sleeping arrangements.”
Sleeping arrangements?
Oh, shit. Logan honestly hadn’t given any thought to what it meant for Sam to be gone. Since January, the three of them had shared a bed whenever they were all here. Which meant, without her between them…
“It’s your bed, too,” he grumbled, not sure what Elijah was angling for.
He heard a disgruntled huff, followed by, “I’ll just sleep in my old bed.”
“Eli, wait,” he called before Elijah could close the door.
“It’s clear I make you uncomfortable,” Elijah said from the doorway. “Don’t give it another thought.”
“Just fucking wait,” he demanded. “Come out here.”
