Of course it was.
“What else were you thinking, Dr. Freud?” Luke asked Trent, never looking away from Logan.
Trent held Logan’s stare, and there was a hint of sympathy in his blue eyes. “If it’s not that, then you’re hung up on the fact you’ve got real feelings for someone who’s not Sam.”
Well, hell. Maybe the guy was a mind reader after all.
Luke nodded slowly. “I think that hamster just had an aneurysm, so you might be onto something there.”
Thankfully, Trent continued to walk toward the stairs that would lead down to the dungeon, giving Logan a moment’s reprieve from the scrutiny of their gazes.
“Is that it?” Luke asked.
“I’ve never loved anyone but Sam.”
“But you do now.”
It wasn’t a question, so Logan didn’t respond.
“I’m no expert on matters of the heart,” Trent said from in front of them. “You of all people should know that. But I did find what I was looking for. Troy and Clarissa did, too. With each other and with me.”
“But you were always looking for that,” Logan countered.
“Was I?” Trent barked a gruff, disbelieving sound. “Shit. For the longest time, I had no fucking cluewhatI was looking for. Neither did you, if I recall correctly. You met Sam, fell in love, married her. Then Elijah came along and disrupted the whole process.”
“He didn’t disrupt it,” Logan said defensively.
Trent chuckled as though he’d expected Logan’s rebuttal.
“Sam fell in love with Eli,” Logan corrected, swallowing hard as he recalled how difficult it had been at the time to acknowledge that. But he had. Not only acknowledged but accepted and welcomed Elijah into their lives. If he was being honest with himself, he couldn’t imagine his life without Elijah in it. And not only because of this thing between them.
“So you fought her tooth and nail?” Trent snorted. “You weren’t the one to introduce them? To bring Elijah into your relationship?”
Who knew the guy had a memory like a fucking elephant?
They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Logan avoided the questions by looking around, taking it all in. Although he wasn’t into BDSM to the degree these people were, he found the interactions highly erotic. There were various scenes underway. On one side, there was a woman draped over a spanking bench while a man stood several feet behind her wielding a long, leather whip. Most of the onlookers were here, watching as the Dom skillfully and carefully snapped the leather against her bare ass. Two dungeon monitors were standing nearby, keeping an eye on things.
In the center of the space, he noticed Benjamin Snowden—one of the partners of Chatter PR—strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross while Justin Parker set up the scene with their submissive, Addison.
“If you want to get into a discussion about complex relationships,” Trent said, gesturing toward the trio with his chin, “think on that one for a while. Addison’s a submissive, and Justin’s a Dom. Clear, delineated boundaries. However, Ben’s a Switch, which means he needs to dominate and submit. They live the lifestyle full-time, which, as you can imagine, is a delicate balance to ensure everyone gets what they need.”
Logan could see how that could get complicated.
“But I think your situation compares more to this one,” Trent said, moving on to another scene.
Logan followed with Luke acting as his shadow as he surveyed the scenes.
“Jamie’s a submissive,” Logan said, referring to the woman sitting astride a Sybian machine while her two Doms looked on. “How’s that compare?”
Trent stopped, angled toward Logan while still watching the submissive riding the sex machine. “She is definitely submissive,” he said approvingly. “And while Edge and Cav are Doms, neither has a submissive bone in their body. Yet they manage to work things out between them because they love each other.” Trent looked back at him. “All three of them.”
“You mean Edge and Cav…” Luke prompted. “They what? Dominate each other?”
Trent grinned. “As I said, they make it work.”
Logan wasn’t sure what to say to that because, yes, he could relate in that regard. If he were to compare his relationship to one, it would be this one. Two dominant men loving one submissive woman. Not that Sam was submissive in any way other than the bedroom. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. She had a backbone of steel and a will of granite. When she wanted something, she didn’t hesitate to go after it.
One of the many things he loved about her.
