Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“I think that’s a wonderful suggestion,” Elijah added, glancing over at Logan. He got the sense that Elijah was used to making all of the decisions.

“I know we had planned to go to Devotion,” Sam stated, glancing between the two of them. “But I was wondering if maybe we could go somewhere else.”

“Did you have somewhere in mind?” Elijah asked.

“Our house,” she said quickly, her voice quivering with what Logan assumed was nerves.

It was the question of the hour. Based on the fact that Sam asked, Logan knew she was still interested.

“I would love to,” Elijah said softly as he glanced between the two of them.

That was Logan’s cue. If he were in agreement, he would stand. So he did. As did Elijah. They both waited for Samantha to rise. The three of them headed toward the door, Elijah leading the way.

“You good with this?” Logan whispered to Sam as they stepped out into the warm evening air.

Her quick smile was her only answer and Logan took her hand. Elijah said a quick goodbye, informing them he’d see them at their house shortly as Logan handed the ticket to the valet. While they waited, Logan texted Elijah their address so he could get directions on his phone, per his request.

A few minutes later, Logan was pulling away from the curb, heading home.

“Are you really ok with this?” Sam mumbled as she sat quietly in the passenger’s seat.

Logan glanced over at her as he reached for her hand. Their fingers linked and he returned his focus on driving.

“Sam, if I had any doubts whatsoever, I wouldn’t have introduced you to Elijah. I like the guy. I think he’s a good man. Am I hesitant? Sure. A little. Do I want to see him fuck you crazy? Yeah, I fucking do.” That was no less than the truth. “I’m not trying to think this to death. I don’t want you to either.”

It was more than obvious that Sam liked Elijah. On a level that was more than sex. Honestly, Logan wasn’t sure what he thought of that. If he said he wasn’t interested in seeing what might happen between the two them, he’d be lying. It had been a long time since they’d invited a third to their bed so to speak. He was looking forward to it more than he was even letting on though. The idea of the man buried inside of Sam’s pussy while Logan fucked her ass was something he’d thought about plenty in recent days.

It had been a year and a half since they’d engaged in any activity involving a third person. The last one had been with Tag, and Logan knew how much that had cost Sam. She’d been devastated when Tag opted to move on. Sure, Sam was happy for him and McKenna, but Logan knew she’d been a bit attached.

That was the main reason he liked Elijah. The notion of a man who was looking for something more than just a good time, but not looking for something as permanent as marriage, seemed like the answer to their prayers. They didn’t have to worry about him moving on – or at least Logan didn’t think they did.

“I do find him incredibly attractive,” Sam stated, drawing Logan’s attention from the road momentarily. When he glanced over, he found her staring at him. “But I find you sexy as hell.”

Logan grinned.

Sam’s fingers squeezed his and she held his hand tightly as they drove home.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he questioned again.

“Yes, I do. I definitely do.”

“Are you worried about something?”

There was a brief pause before Sam answered, which worried Logan. “I’m just nervous I guess. I don’t want to get involved with someone who might move on quickly. Do you think we should be worried about that with him?” she asked and Logan could feel her gaze on him.

“Were you worried about it the last time?”

“No, I guess not.”

Logan didn’t say anything because he could tell Sam had more to add.

“Ok, so maybe I was a little worried. At first. I thought Tag was going to be around for a little longer than he was.”

“Well, the only thing we can do is take it one day at a time, baby. You know that.”

“I do know that.”

Truthfully, Logan really didn’t think they’d have to worry about Elijah moving on. In fact, he was thinking just the opposite. Elijah was interested in Sam. In more than just sex, and he knew that. It was evident in the way the man looked at her, interacted with her. Even though Logan had been right there with them, there were times when it seemed as though he was on the outside looking in. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

He just had to figure out whether or not he was willing to share all of her. He was doing his damnedest not to be selfish. He didn’t mind sharing her body, as long as she was game, but he was scared to share her heart.

He could only hope that they had accomplished what they’d set out to by going to dinner tonight. Expectations were set and everyone seemed to be congruent. He didn’t doubt for one minute that Elijah would let Sam see the real him, but he could only hope that Elijah didn’t fall in love with Sam the same way Logan had.

A few minutes later, they were pulling into their driveway. There weren’t any other cars parked along the street which meant Elijah wasn’t there yet.

Once Logan pulled into the garage, parked and turned the car off, the garage door closing behind them, he angled so he could face Sam.

“Remember that night when I brought you back to my place and had you get naked right here in this car?”

Sam nodded, her eyes widening.

“Were you scared that night?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “In a good way.”

Logan grinned. “I hope you feel the same about tonight. Let me be in charge. I swear to you, Sam. I’ll take care of you.”

“I know you will,” she uttered with conviction.

“Then baby, it’s time for you to let me take control. From this point onward, you’ll do exactly what I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes.”

God, he loved the husky sound of her voice when she was turned on.

“Good, then let me take care of you tonight. Starting right now.”

Elijah purposely took his time getting to Logan and Sam’s house. As soon as he received Logan’s text with their address, he’d keyed the information into his navigation, but he hadn’t left the restaurant parking lot right away.

Instead, he’d sat right there, in the front seat of his car and stared out into the dark night that had consumed the city while they’d been having dinner.

But now he was sitting out in front of Logan’s house, patiently waiting. For what? He had no idea.

Ok, so maybe he was trying to steel his nerves just a little. This was a huge step for him. And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was going to go inside and find himself falling into bed with a married woman.

No, he suspected there might be a different sort of falling going on.

“Beth, honey, please give me the strength to make it through the night without totally losing myself.”

He’d never asked that of her before. Then again, he’d never met Samantha McCoy until recently.

Elijah didn’t fear that he would fall in love with a woman who would make him forget Beth. That wasn’t possible. However, until Samantha, Elijah hadn’t expected to meet a woman who would captivate him in ways only Beth had been able to do.

But tonight at dinner, he’d found himself completely enraptured by Samantha. The way she spoke, the way she moved… Especially the way she looked at him.

She made him feel as though he weren’t just a third wheel. She made him believe that she wanted something more than just a roll in the sheets. Not to mention, he got a good vibe from Logan. The man wasn’t just interested in watching some random man fuck his wife. No, this was… strange to say, but it seemed serious for the two of them.

That was refreshing. And profoundly different from what he had originally expected.

And he got the distinct impression that Logan knew it too.

But, the man hadn’t bugged off. He hadn’t tried to disengage or change the subject. In fact, he’d pretty much left him and Sam alone at dinner, offering them a chance to get to know one another on a more personal level.

That might’ve been the biggest mistake of all because Elijah felt a connection to Samantha. It scared the shit out of him, but it settled something inside of him that hadn’t been at peace since the day Beth took her last breath.

He wasn’t waiting for Beth to answer him. He knew that wasn’t going to happen, but he did trust his gut. If he weren't supposed to be there, he would know it.

For whatever reason, Logan had entrusted Samantha to him. And now it was time to see where this was going to go.

Maybe it would be just one night, regardless of what they’d all stated up front. Maybe it would turn into a night full of incredible sex and mind blowing experiences. And then in a few hours, or hell, even tomorrow morning, he would walk out of their house and move on with his life. They would as well.

Or, this could be a pivotal point in which Elijah found that missing piece that could very well keep him together for what was left of his natural life.

Shit. When the hell had he gotten so damned sentimental?

When it became clear you were going to spend the rest of your life alone, you idiot.

Quieting the internal monologue, he forced open the car door and planted his feet firmly on the ground before pushing himself out of the car. He stood there for a moment, glancing up at the stars as though the answer might be written right there somewhere between the Big Dipper and the North Star.

No. There weren’t any answers, but again, he went with his gut.

He was supposed to be there.

A minute later, Elijah was knocking gently on the front door. He didn’t have to wait long before Logan was there, opening the door and stepping back so he could come inside.

“Sam’s waiting for you,” Logan said, not a hint of unease in his tone.

“For me?”

“Well, technically for us. But, I can assure you, she’s anticipating your arrival.”

As the door closed behind him, Elijah turned to face Logan, searching the other man’s face for signs that this wasn’t what he wanted.

What he saw positively wasn’t uncertainty etched into the hard angles of Logan’s face.

“She’s nervous,” Logan told him. “But it’s the good kind.”

Elijah laughed. “I didn’t know there was a good kind.”

“With her there is.”

Elijah nodded and then fell into step behind Logan as he was led through the house.

“Drink?”

“Sure,” Elijah answered. “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Elijah noticed a bottle of Hpnotiq sitting on the counter near the stainless steel refrigerator. “Very nice,” he told Logan.

“This happens to be one of Sam’s favorites. I introduced her to it in Vegas a couple of years ago.”

“Good to know.”

Elijah watched as Logan prepared the drinks and then handed him one before motioning with his raised glass toward a set of double doors at the back of the room. “She’s waiting outside for us.”

Not wanting to lead the way, Elijah took a step back and then followed Logan. When they walked out onto the veranda, the first thing Elijah noticed was the exquisite woman sitting on a lounge chair, completely and gloriously naked. Well, almost completely. Samantha wore a narrow strip of black fabric over her eyes.

His heart skipped a beat. Literally.

Logan didn’t speak, just nodded toward Elijah and words weren’t necessary. As he continued to look at Sam, Elijah wasn’t sure he’d be able to make his tongue work, so he welcomed the silence.

Logan motioned him toward one of the chairs sitting at the end of the lounge chair, just a foot or so away. When Logan took a seat in the other, Elijah followed his lead, lowering himself into the chair, sipping the blue tinged vodka that held a hint of fruit juice. He was more of a scotch man, but this worked for tonight. Especially if it gave him more insight into Samantha.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Logan asked and Elijah watched as Sam’s muscles tensed slightly.

She was blindfolded – something yes, she did appear fond of – so clearly she couldn’t see either of them.

“Flawless,” Elijah said.

Sam’s full pink lips tilted slightly, as did her head, as she seemed to follow the sound of his voice.

“Spread your legs Sam,” Logan told her, and Sam did exactly as she was told, her legs opening to give Elijah an unobstructed view of her bare mound and the pretty pink flesh between.