“Elijah?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to take a shower now,” Logan stated firmly.
He nodded, glanced back down at his book.
Logan disappeared into the master bedroom. A second later, he heard, “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”
The book went to the coffee table before he realized he’d moved. Elijah was on his feet, but that was as far as he made it. He stared at the bedroom door. Should he join him? He wanted to, of course. He wanted to more than he thought was appropriate. But if he did, where would that lead them? Was he ready for something more than a hand job? Going in there would be accepting an invitation and ultimately admitting he was seeking more. Was Logan testing him?
Again, he was overthinking, which meant he needed to take a breather and think it through before he reacted. As tempting as it might seem, Elijah wasn’t sure it was the right thing for them.
A minute later, he was sitting down, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go. If he let his libido lead the way, his dick would always be in front. He would be in that shower, probably on his knees with Logan’s cock in his mouth. God knows he’d fantasized about it enough. Was he ready for that? If Sam had been there, he would’ve gladly let her coerce him into exploring more. Without her, he was making that choice on his own.
Why the fuck was he complicating this? It was just sex. And he’d never been one to hesitate when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. That was how he’d ended up with Logan and Sam in the first place. He’d succumbed to his wicked desires the same way he had a million times before, although he’d intended to keep some space between them. Then things had changed, and he’d been caught up in the whirlwind that was Samantha McCoy. She fascinated and intrigued him, and he rarely considered the repercussions because he followed her lead. If he went to Logan now, it would be like telling Sam he wanted something that didn’t include her.
Was he willing to do that? Willing toadmitto that?
Elijah’s ass remained planted on the sofa, and fifteen minutes later, Logan came out of the bathroom, his black hair wet, slicked back from his face. He had on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, his feet bare. He didn’t look at all disappointed that Elijah hadn’t joined him. In fact, he looked indifferent.
Had it been a test?
There was no pressure from Logan for the rest of the evening, and from the outside looking in, everything seemed normal. They watched a movie—an action film of Logan’s choosing. Elijah remained on his end of the sofa while Logan was reclined in his chair. Once the credits began to roll and the music faded, neither of them moved from their spots.
“Eli?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to feel bad about last night.”
He looked up, saw that Logan was staring at him. “I don’t feel bad.”
Logan didn’t look as though he believed him.
“I don’t,” he repeated.
“Good. Me either.”
Elijah knew now was the perfect opportunity for them to discuss this, to agree on how things would proceed from here. Maybe Logan didn’t want it scripted for him, but Elijah would feel better if they could at least have an honest discussion about their limits. If there were any.
Before he could broach the subject, Logan’s cell phone rang.
With a smirk, Logan answered. “Yes, baby, we miss you,” he said in greeting.
“You better,” Sam replied, her voice coming from the phone’s speaker. “We’re about to go to dinner. I figure it might be late there before we’re done. Thought I would call first, tell you I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Logan said, his eyes pinned on Elijah’s face.
Elijah felt trapped in his gaze, like a wounded animal about to be charged by a predator. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the anticipation that swept over him or what it meant.
“Is Eli with you?”
“He’s here. We just finished watching a movie.”
“Let me guess. There were a lot of things being blown up?”
Logan smiled. “It’s the best kind.”
