He groaned again, kneading her ass as he rocked her thigh against his cock. “Sam … keep it up, and I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”
Elijah leaned down, pressed his mouth to her ear. “Logan wants to watch you ride my cock.”
Her throaty moan went right to his dick. “Did he say that?”
“He suggested we spend some time in the pool.”
“Mmm. I like pool sex.”
He chuckled, some of the tension in his body easing. Sam likedallsex. Didn’t matter what time of day or where they were. She was a sexual creature, something he found intensely erotic. He never knew what to expect from her, and that turned him on, kept him in a constant state of arousal whenever she was near.
“I promise not to push you and Logan together,” she said, her tone sobering. “But just so you know, I’m as eager to watch y’all as you are to watch me.”
Elijah understood that hunger. He’d been plagued by that visceral desire for most of his adult life, but it had become a living, breathing thing when he’d met Sam and Logan. Sometimes watching was as pleasurable as being on the receiving end.
“What do you say we move this to the pool,” he suggested.
“I like that idea.”
It took tremendous willpower to pull away from Sam, but Elijah managed, leaving her to get ready.
***
When Elijah emerged from the bedroom, Loganhad just finished preparing snacks and drinks to take poolside. He figured he could start dinner in a couple of hours but would give Sam something to tide her over until then.
“You okay?” he asked, noticing Elijah’s wild eyes and the tight line of his lips.
“Peachy.”
Logan chuckled. It was obvious Elijah was hanging by a thread, and he couldn’t say he blamed the guy. Logan had already had Sam once on the way home from the airport, and he was hard and aching for another round. He never seemed to get enough of her, and there were times he’d certainly tried to sate that urge. It always returned, often more intense than before.
Until Sam, he’d never felt the emotions she stirred in him. Love and lust just barely scratched the surface. There was also a protectiveness that fueled his desire, a dark need to make her happy, to please her however he could. And every day with Sam brought something new for them. Sure, there was still the monotony that came with a solid, long-term relationship, but he wouldn’t trade those comforts for anything, either.
“What can I help with?” Elijah offered.
Logan motioned toward the platter of vegetables and dip he’d prepared. “You carry that; I’ll get the drinks.”
He followed Elijah out to the backyard and set everything in the lounge area shaded by the trees. The backyard was designed to be an oasis, one that provided them with a place to relax and not to worry about the intrusive eyes of their neighbors. Thankfully, there weren’t any too close, so he didn’t worry about heads peeking over the fence or well-meaning people showing up on his doorstep.
He glanced over in time to see Elijah stripping out of his shorts and his T-shirt, wasting absolutely no time. The man wasn’t the least bit modest. Logan doubted Elijah would care if they did have neighbors peeking over the hedges to see what they were doing. He was the same way at the club, game for whatever Logan had in mind, whether it be playtime with an audience or the more semi-private spaces for them to indulge. Regardless of where they were, Elijah’s attention always remained raptly focused on Sam.
The back door opened, and Logan picked up a glass of tea, turning in time to see Sam coming out of the house. She had a floral-patterned silk robe covering her to mid-thigh, her long legs bare. Her golden hair was pinned high on her head, though he didn’t know why she bothered. No matter what, Elijah always requested her hair be down. Maybe she preferred he do it himself.
The thought made Logan smile.
“Sleep well?” he asked, offering her a glass of tea as she approached.
“I needed that nap.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips as she took the glass. She smiled at him before turning her attention to Elijah as he took the stairs down into the pool. Logan watched her reactions to Elijah. It brought back memories of when Logan had learned that Sam had deeper feelings for the man. He remembered the first date they’d gone on together when he’d been forced to stay home, to spend all his time thinking about what Sam and Elijah were doing together. He hadn’t been sure he would make it through that night, but he’d forged ahead because introducing them had been his idea. He’d been the one to draw Sam into this lifestyle, and while it had taken a turn he hadn’t expected, Logan couldn’t say he was disappointed. It had taken time to come to terms with the fact that Sam loved another man as much as she loved him. And now it was their normal. Logan’s initial jealousy and fear had been assuaged by Sam’s actions. She loved them both, and Logan felt secure in the fact that she wasn’t willing to lose either of them.
“I think I’ll go for a swim,” she said with a smile, passing back her glass.
Logan set her glass on the table, then eased into one of the chairs in the shade, watching as his wife strolled around to the shallow end.
She held his attention as she moved, the gentle sway of her hips, the shift of her body beneath the silk. But it was when she stepped down onto that first step in the water that he felt his heart kick hard. Her attention was on Elijah as she untied the belt around her waist, then slowly let the silk slide down her narrow shoulders, revealing every glorious inch of her sun-kissed skin. Her nipples hardened into tight little points as she took each step down, but he didn’t think it was from the cool water or the gentle breeze. No, her gaze was still locked on Elijah, which meant her body’s reaction was solely his doing.
