Chapter Ten
During the short drive home from Luke’s, Sam could feel the tension in the car. It was thick as molasses, neither of her men saying a word. She considered bringing up what had happened, how hot it had been to watch Logan touching Elijah, his big fist curled around Elijah’s thick shaft, but she refrained. Something in their body language told her to leave well enough alone.
So she sat quietly until they got to the house, praying for the relief that would come once they were home. Before that incident, Elijah had been driving her mad by fingering her in the pool, teasing her relentlessly but never getting her to the finish line. She was eager for him to finish what he had started.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” she told them. “Wash the chlorine off.”
Logan responded with a curt nod before heading to the kitchen. Sam glanced at Elijah, thought about asking him to join her, but again refrained. Without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom, wondering if either of them would join her.
She took her time soaping up, washing her hair, conditioning it, still holding out hope. When the water lost some of its heat, and neither of them came in, she gave up the ghost, rinsing off one final time before shutting off the water and toweling dry. She took a few minutes to comb her wet hair, wondering whether Logan and Elijah had gone their separate ways and fearing she was going to have to run interference. She knew without a doubt that the only reason Logan had engaged tonight had been because Luke had pushed him.
Did he regret it? Was he angry?
Rather than get dressed, she wrapped the towel around her middle, tucking it in to hold it closed at her breasts, and made her way to the bedroom. She half expected to see them facing off, maybe having a knock-down, drag-out after the way Luke had manipulated that situation. She stopped short before stepping into the room when she saw them on the bed, Logan straddling Elijah’s thighs, looming over him.
Definitelynotwhat she expected to see.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the most intriguing scene she’d ever witnessed.
***
Logan knew he was pushing this, butthe adrenaline rush from their earlier encounter hadn’t faded since they left Luke’s. In fact, his dick was harder than it had ever been, and the longer he ignored the damn thing, the worse it got. For the better part of the last hour, he’d been intently focused on Elijah’s mouth, remembering how good he’d tasted, how hot he’d been that night in the pool.
He probably should’ve gone to bed, left Elijah and Sam to figure out things on their own. Problem was, he couldn’t brush this off, couldn’t pretend things weren’t progressing for them. Which was how he’d ended up here, with Elijah laid out beneath him while Logan straddled his hips, pinning his arms to the bed.
It was Elijah’s fault. The man had come into the room as though going to sleep was a foregone conclusion. Logan begged to differ. The night damn sure wasn’t over, and he seriously doubted sleep would come easily even if they went that route. When Elijah had come into the room, Logan had followed, not realizing his intentions until it was too late. One moment he’d been circumventing the bed to confront Elijah, the next, he’d had the man pinned beneath him. They were both panting, despite the fact that neither had made a move. And the moment the shower turned off, they’d simply stared at one another, waiting.
“Sam, join us, baby,” Logan commanded when he heard her sharp inhale. His voice was rough because he was hanging by a thread, teetering on the edge of backtracking, forgetting this ever happened. He needed Sam there to bolster his confidence.
Or at least that was what he told himself.
Elijah stared up at him. “You wanna do it like this … fine. But I can’t promise I won’t want more.”
That was the last damn thing he’d expected the man to say. Logan had prepared himself for rejection, expecting Elijah to be pissed that Logan had brushed off their previous encounter. He would’ve deserved Elijah’s anger because his responsehadbeen callous and petty. He damn sure didn’t expect to see that look of longing in his eyes.
Logan planted his hands on each side of Elijah’s head and leaned down. “Nor can I,” he told him honestly. “One breath at a time, all right?”
“Is everything okay?” Sam asked, her tone wary.
“Lose the towel,” Logan instructed, even as he kept his eyes on Elijah.
He could hear her breaths becoming choppy as the towel dropped to the floor. She eased onto the bed beside them, propping up on her elbow and resting her head on her hand as she watched them.
“You sure this is what you want, Eli?”
“Yes.”
Knowing Sam was hanging on every word, Logan said, “I’ve never had a man touch me until you did.” He knew Sam would think he was talking about their session in the pool, but Logan was referring to more than just that. He lowered his voice, leaned closer. “And I fucking liked it, Eli. That night … I’ve never felt anything like it…” He shivered, recalling how hard he’d come from Elijah’s mouth on his dick.
“That was hot,” Sam whispered. “In the cabin?”
Logan didn’t respond, figuring it was safer for her to believe that was what he was referring to.
“She liked it, too,” Logan told Elijah. “Wanted more right then.” He leaned closer to Elijah until their lips were almost touching. “You made me curious, and now I want to explore you.”
“I won’t be dominated like Sam,” Elijah whispered, his breath fanning Logan’s lips.
Logan smiled because he knew that was a lie. Perhaps Elijah didn’t want Logan to bark commands, but he certainly responded to the dominance in his tone. He’d seen it a million times in the years they’d been together. But that didn’t matter because he had no desire to dominate Elijah. Whatever this was, it wasn’t about that.
