“Only one more night.”
“Yep, then you and Logan won’t have that big bed all to yourself anymore.” She cleared her throat. “How was it, by the way?”
“Enlightening.”
Sam bolted upright. “What?”
Elijah answered with a booming laugh. “Logan told me to say that.”
“No, he didn’t. Did he?”
“I guess you’ll never know.”
A knock sounded on her door, followed by Mercedes’s commanding voice. “Get your ass up, woman. We’re gonna have lunch without you.”
“Sounds like you’re being summoned,” Elijah said in her ear. “You better enjoy what little time you have left.”
“You’re really not gonna tell me?” she asked, flopping back on the bed.
“I didn’t say that.”
Her eyes widened, and she felt heat curl between her legs.
“Just not over the phone.”
“Spoilsport.” She exhaled an exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”
Another chuckle sounded. “I love you, Sam.”
“Love you, too,” she grumbled. “I’ll call you later.”
***
Regardless of what he did, Elijah couldn’tstop thinking about last night in the pool.
Currently, he was attempting to read while Logan cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, but his brain was not connecting with the words on the page. He’d read the same paragraph at least ten times, and still, he couldn’t say whether anything had happened or not. Every single moment of last night was on constant repeat in his head and had been all day long. The kissing, the touching, but mostly, the sound of Logan’s deep, gruff voice as he barked his sensual commands while they jerked each other off.
We jerked each other off.
Just thinking about it made his dick hard.
“What’s on your agenda for the evening?” Logan prompted, coming out of the kitchen and stepping down into the living room.
Elijah held up his book, slowly lifting his gaze. “You have something else in mind?”
He hadn’t meant it to be innuendo, but he’d be damned if that wasn’t what it sounded like.
“Figured I’d grab a shower, maybe watch a movie.”
Was that an invitation to join him? Or was he merely stating a fact? Elijah knew he was overthinking every fucking thing, but he couldn’t help it.
“Sam’s flight gets in at noon tomorrow,” Logan mentioned. “I confirmed she’s checked in and good to go. You talk to her any more today?”
“Not since earlier, no. She texted a few times.” He figured Sam was done with calling them since she hadn’t gotten the answers she was seeking. He figured that was for the best since he preferred they leave the details until she returned.
Would there be more details to share? Like a potential hot scene in the shower?
Yes, he was overthinking. He was doing exactly the same thing Sam did, nagging things to death when sometimes they were better left alone.
