Elijah met his gaze again. “If you think it’s a good idea, it’s definitely worth considering.”
Logan peered up at the second floor. “Perhaps we should try sleeping in the same bed while we’re here.”
“Trial run?” Elijah nodded. “I think that can be arranged.”
Logan glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Since it’s still early, maybe we head back that way now. Grab a couple more hours, then wake her up appropriately.”
Elijah’s grin widened. “I like the way you think, McCoy.”
***
Sam woke feeling as though she’d beensleeping on the surface of the sun.
The heat was everywhere. At her front, her back.
It took a moment to orient herself, remembering they were in Colorado at the cabin Logan had rented for their winter vacation. She peeked open her eyes, saw her husband’s handsome face. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily, signifying he was still asleep.
Figuring she would get up and grab coffee, Sam rolled to her back, but she didn’t get far. In fact, she didn’t get anywhere thanks to the warm body pressed up against her on the other side.
She stilled instantly and realized that something was seriously off.
For starters, she’d gone to bed with Elijah, which made having Logan in bed with her the first strange thing.
Secondly, she’d gone to bed with Elijah, which meant having them both in the same bed with her—while sleeping—was another strange thing.
Despite the fact they did a lot of interesting activities together in a bed, they never fell asleep in the same room. Even when they were enjoying playtime at home and Sam would drift off, she knew one of them would always move her to their bed before they let themselves succumb to sleep. It was just how it worked.
So this …thiswas weird.
“What’s going on?” she mumbled, staring up at the ceiling as she shifted so she could lie on her back between them.
“Morning, love,” Elijah whispered, his warm lips brushing her shoulder.
“Why are the three of us in bed together?”
“We thought that was what you wanted.”
Sam frowned, looked over at Elijah, but she couldn’t say anything.
Yes, it was what she wanted. More than anything, in fact. However, she hadn’t mentioned it to either of them. Not outright anyway. Not yet.
“We’ve got your number, love,” Elijah said, his words spoken softly near her ear. “We know what you’re angling for.”
“No, you don’t.”
“One bed. The three of us.”
Sam narrowed her gaze, staring at him. Before she could give her own reasons, Elijah shifted closer. Close enough he put his heavy thigh over her leg, pinning her in place while he kissed his way up her neck while at the same time sliding the sheet down to bare her breasts.
“Mmm. This is a great way to wake up in the morning,” Logan mumbled.
Sam’s head snapped over, her eyes landing on his face. Logan hadn’t moved, but his eyes were open, and he was watching as Elijah’s oral ministrations worked their way to her breasts.
Her entire body flashed with heat as it always did when Logan watched. There was something innately erotic about her husband watching her with Elijah. She knew he loved it, and partly because of that, she did, too.
Elijah’s finger tapped her chin before urging her to turn her head as he moved over her. She accepted the weight of him, spreading her legs to welcome him closer.
“You’re so soft,” Elijah muttered, his lips trailing over her chin. “So warm and wet.”
