Chapter Seven
Friday, June 24, 2022
On Friday afternoon, Elijah received a textfrom Logan, requesting that he meet them at Devotion in a couple of hours. He responded without hesitation, agreeing that he would be there as soon as he could.
Back when the three of them had started out, they’d gone to Devotion on a regular basis, generally once every couple of weeks, if not once a week. Then as time went by, their visits had become less frequent. There were a few occasions when they went simply to have a drink and talk to people rather than engage in play. Elijah wasn’t sure what Logan had planned for tonight, but either way, he was looking forward to going. Anything to get them out of the house, away from the tension that loomed over them like a shroud.
After leaving the office, Elijah didn’t bother going home to change. He merely removed his suit jacket and tie, rolled up the sleeves of his charcoal-gray dress shirt, and ventured inside. Admittance was for members only, and since Elijah had been a member for as long as he’d known Sam and Logan, he was greeted by familiar faces.
The moment he stepped into the club proper, Elijah relaxed. There was something about this place that soothed him, gave him a sense of peace and comfort. He knew in here there was no one who would judge him for his kinks or his life choices when it came to relationships. Considering the human race, in general, was judgmental by nature, it was nice to have a place to go where he didn’t feel as though he was being ogled when he was out with Logan and Sam. So many people didn’t understand the desires of the heart or the fact that not everything was as black-and-white as some narrow-minded jackasses believed it should be. Those who thought a couple should be a man and a woman didn’t make it past the interview process. In fact, those who believed gender was defined as only male or female weren’t allowed in, either.
This was a safe space, one that Luke McCoy had built through years of hard work and dedication.
Elijah found Sam sitting at a table with Mercedes and Sierra, the three women drinking cocktails and watching one of the enclosed stages where Mistress Serena, the Dominatrix who’d been managing Devotion for years, was currently engaged in a rather enthralling scene with not one, not two, butthreemale submissives.
“Hey,” Sam greeted, pushing to her feet when Elijah approached.
He kissed her on the lips, smiling as her mere presence soothed the rest of the day’s stress out of his muscles.
“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted the two women still sitting at the table.
Sierra responded by raising her glass, her gaze locked on Mistress Serena’s carnal scene. Mercedes gave him a cool grin and a wink before turning her attention to the same.
“Where’s Logan?” he asked Sam as she returned to her seat.
She nodded her head toward the bar on the far side of the room. “He’s engaged in a heated debate over the benefits of masturbation.”
Elijah laughed. That didn’t surprise him. “I’ll go check in with him.”
“Remind him I want to play later,” she said with a beaming smile.
He took that to mean Logan hadn’t yet committed to doing anything tonight. Otherwise, Sam wouldn’t feel the need to get him over to her side so early in the evening.
“I’ll do my best,” he promised before strolling past the tables filled with a variety of people.
As he approached, Logan’s gaze shifted as though he’d felt Elijah’s presence. If he wasn’t mistaken, there was a spark of interest in the man’s eyes as he skimmed him head to toe before meeting his gaze again.
Then again, that could be all in his head. For the past week, ever since Sam had returned home, they were back to normal, pretending as though nothing had happened while she was away. That seemed to be Logan’s default setting, and Elijah got the feeling he was going to get whiplash from the back-and-forth before too long.
Elijah ordered a scotch on the rocks before he came to stand near Logan, Luke, and Xander. He didn’t get so much as a polite hello out when Luke prompted him with, “How many times a day do you masturbate?”
Thankful Sam had prepared him for this conversation, he answered easily with, “At least once.”
“Every day?” Xander’s dark eyebrows lowered.
“Every day,” he confirmed, not ashamed to admit it.
“I told you,” Logan said. “It’s a stress reliever.”
“And you have sex, what? Once or twice a week?” Xander inquired.
Elijah cut his gaze to Logan and smirked. “On average four, usually five.”
“Your hand doesn’t count,” Luke grumbled.
“No one said anything about my hand.” He took a sip of his drink, daring them to call him a liar.
“Jesus,” Luke sighed. “How the hell does Sam put up with you two?”
