Sam smiled as she turned away. The last time they’d told her to do that, she’d crawled beneath the blankets, pulled the covers over her head, and lay on her stomach. They hadn’t found it nearly as amusing as she had. Her reddened ass that night had been proof.
“Yes, drill sergeant,” she said mockingly as she sashayed away to prepare herself for whatever they had in store for her.
***
“She’s awfully sassy tonight,” Logan told Elijahwhen Sam disappeared into the bedroom.
“She is. What do you think we should do about that?”
Logan had a few ideas, but he didn’t want to take the reins from Elijah just yet.
“I suggest you make her wait.” Logan knew she hated waiting, but it always enhanced their intimacy. “Perhaps put her senses on high alert.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve got something specific in mind.”
Logan had a lot on his mind, yes. The most prominent involved getting Elijah naked. Of course, he hadn’t made it too much further in the fantasy yet, but he knew it would only require getting him stripped down to spur something. For the past few days, ever since that text from Elijah, Logan had been thinking about tonight, about Elijah returning home. Anticipation bubbled in his gut, made it churn like the sea during a hurricane. He was tired of pretending otherwise.
“Shower,” he told Elijah as he got to his feet.
“Is that an invitation?”
Logan glanced back, smirked. “Get your ass in the shower.”
Elijah’s eyebrow cocked as though he was amused by the command. In all fairness, there hadn’t been any conviction behind it. Logan had no desire to dominate Elijah. Sure, he’d considered it a time or two, but he happened to like the fact they were on even ground.
Without looking back, Logan continued to the bedroom.
He found Sam laid out on the bed exactly as Elijah had directed. She was naked, her beautiful body lit by the golden glow from the bedside lamps. Her blond hair fanned out over the pillow, her blindfold hiding her eyes.
“Beautiful,” he said, ensuring she heard the approval in his tone. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see the pussy we’ll be feasting on tonight.”
Sam put her feet on the bed, her knees up as she slowly inched her ankles apart. Her knees remained together until it was no longer possible. When they spread apart, his gaze zeroed in on the slick pink flesh between her thighs.
“Have you been touching yourself?” he asked as he pulled his shirt off over his head, not looking over when Elijah passed through the room on the way to the bathroom.
“No, but it wasn’t easy,” she said, smiling.
Logan stripped off his jeans, kicking them away before crawling onto the bed between her spread thighs. He kissed her ankle, her knee, slowly working his way up to the apex of her thighs. He blew warm air over her pussy but didn’t linger. He moved higher, skimming her belly with the lightest brush of his lips. He dragged his tongue over her nipple when he moved higher. Once he was settled between her thighs, he let his heavy erection rest against her belly as he leaned down and pressed a featherlight kiss to her mouth.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he informed her, keeping his words soft and low. “With Elijah.”
Sam inhaled sharply.
“While we do that, I want you to stay right here. I want you to think about what we’re doing to each other in there. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Logan…”
“Can you do that for me?” he repeated.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Don’t touch yourself. If you do, I’ll spank that pretty ass.”
She whimpered, making him smile.
Leaving her to think about them, Logan got to his feet, padded naked to the bathroom. He should’ve felt awkward about joining Elijah in the shower, but he didn’t. Perhaps that was because this wasn’t the first time. Sure, it was the first time without Sam with them, but certainly not the first time he’d seen Elijah naked, so why should he—
When he rounded the corner to the enormous shower, he stopped, his gaze lingering on the man beneath the spray. Something warm churned in his gut, and his cock hardened even more.
