Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

Elijah sucked in a breath. As he nearly drooled over her lovely form, he noticed that Sam’s hands were trembling ever so slightly.

“I guess we won’t be talking this through,” Sam stated, but Elijah heard the teasing in her voice.

“Do we need to discuss this further?” he asked, just to placate her.

“Not unless you need to,” she responded, her words soft, concerned.

“I’m quite content, thank you. This view is perfect.” Elijah paused. “This night is perfect.”

Logan sipped his drink, not saying a word, so Elijah did the same. He didn’t look away from Sam, admiring every single inch of her beautiful body.

She had a lot of curves, softly rounded. Not too skinny either, something Elijah very much appreciated. Her firm breasts were tipped with dusky pink nipples, and they were currently beaded from her arousal.

“Did you have trouble finding the place?” Logan asked casually.

“Not at all.”

“Do you live close by?”

“Not very far. About ten minutes,” Elijah said, taking another sip of his drink. Glancing over at Logan, Elijah opted for a question of his own. “Does she taste as good as she looks?”

“She does. Perfection through and through,” Logan offered.

Elijah didn’t doubt it either.

A minute later, Logan stood from his chair after setting his empty glass on the concrete. Elijah divided his attention between Sam and Logan, not in a rush. He was pleasantly relaxed sitting there, watching this incredible woman. Her chest had begun to rise and fall rapidly, her lust evident.

“Sit up,” Logan said gently, speaking to Sam.

She did and Logan eased in behind her, fully clothed while his wife was naked. He seemed very much in control of the situation, which also put Elijah at ease.

“Elijah is watching you, baby,” Logan whispered against Sam’s ear, loud enough for Elijah to hear clearly. “Just like he did at Devotion. Does that turn you on?”

Elijah watched as Logan slipped one hand down between Sam’s thighs, his fingers separating her folds and exposing her soft, pink pussy.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Do you want him to watch while I finger your pussy?” Logan asked.

“Yes.”

“Like this?” Logan asked as he dipped one finger inside of his wife.

Elijah’s cock was hard, confined behind the zipper of his pants. He was tempted to ease himself by stroking the rigid erection through his slacks, but decided to hold off. This was getting better by the second.

“So wet,” Logan groaned. “Taste yourself on my finger, Sam.”

While Elijah sat transfixed on the sight, Logan lifted one glistening finger up to Sam’s mouth and her little pink tongue came out and lapped over the tip. Elijah groaned, unable to help himself.

“You hear that? That was just for you,” Logan told Sam. “And you feel this?” Logan reached behind her back, presumably adjusting himself.

“Yes,” Sam said on a breathy moan.

“That’s just for you, too. I can’t wait to slide into your sweet body, Sam. And I want to watch while you suck Elijah’s cock deep into your mouth.”

Sam groaned at the same time Elijah did.

Yeah, it was clear; this was going to be a good night.

Sam could hardly breathe, her heart pounded from the excitement of knowing Elijah was watching her while Logan held her close, his heavy arms comforting her.

The night air was warm, Logan’s body even warmer, and the tingle that had erupted in her core only worked to heat her from the inside out.

Sam had long ago lost all concern about being outside where anyone could see them. And she’d seemingly lost the anxiety where Elijah was concerned as well. In fact, at the moment, she just wanted to touch him.

Logan must’ve known that too because he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, this time for only her to hear, “Last time I’ll ask this. Is this what you want?”

“I do,” she confirmed. More than anything.

Logan pressed a kiss to her neck, just beneath her ear. “I love you, Sam.”

Warmth consumed her, more so than any physical heat could have. The sound of his voice, the reassurance in his tone, it meant more to her than anything else. And now, they were moving into very dangerous territory, one that threatened to test them, but Sam didn’t have any fear. Not when it came to Logan’s love.

“I love you, too,” she replied. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Her love for Logan was unbreakable. Even if she felt she was going to fall for Elijah in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Ever since dinner… Ever since the man had pulled her in and charmed her with his enchanting smile, his sexy accent, and the impassioned look she’d seen in his golden eyes. He wanted her. That was something she knew for a fact. But she also got the impression that he wanted more than just tonight.

That didn’t bother her. Although she had worried that it would bother Logan when he figured it out. That was until she realized the two men had laid it all on the line. This, according to Elijah, wasn’t his first time doing this, as he’d told her at dinner. And from her perspective, that dinner had actually been their first date, one that Sam wasn’t sure she’d ever forget.

“Oh, God,” Sam moaned when Logan slowly pushed his finger back inside of her. He was just teasing her now, but the fact that she was blindfolded had heightened her other senses, making it significantly more effective.

“Very pretty,” Elijah said, his voice carrying from wherever he sat. Sam could tell he was close, but not close enough. At least not close enough for her to touch him.

“Yes, she is,” Logan confirmed against her ear, his breath tickling her neck. “So fucking pretty.”

God, she loved when he talked to her like that. The gentle rumble of his deep voice sent a shiver racing along her nerve endings, lighting them up along the way.

“I want you to move to the end of the chair,” Logan instructed softly. “I’ll be right here behind you.”

Sam eased forward until she felt the end of the chair against her thighs. Logan positioned his hands on her hips, halting her.

“Stand up,” Logan instructed, but based on the way he was still holding her, Sam knew he wasn’t speaking to her.

Although Logan appeared to be the one in control, Sam detected a request in Logan’s tone, versus his usual commanding manner.

That’s the moment she knew this was different.

Very, very different.

* * *

Logan watched as Elijah pushed to his feet. He’d placed his half-empty glass on the concrete beside his chair, his eyes still trained on Samantha. The man was enraptured by her, Logan could tell. Not that he blamed the guy.

It was one of the signals that told him this was different from their previous threesomes. With Luke, it had been about sex. Logan’s twin had been there for the gratification only, to do to Sam what Logan requested, and they all knew it. And with Tag, it had been the same.

Nothing complicated.

If Logan had to guess, Elijah had already fallen for Sam, even if he didn’t know it yet. Then again, maybe he did because he moved forward, his hands coming to cradle Sam’s head, sliding down until he was cupping her face. She was looking up at him, not seeing him due to the blindfold, but from where Logan sat, even she was aware of their acknowledgement of one another.

“Is this what you want, Samantha?” Elijah asked, his hands cupping her face gently. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, this is what I want,” Sam whispered. “I want both of you.”

Elijah’s eyes met Logan’s over the top of Sam’s head. Logan waited to see what the man would say. He could tell there was a battle going on in his head. This wasn’t just physical for Elijah. That was evident.

And for reasons unbeknownst to him, Logan was all right with that. This man would care for Sam the way she deserved. The way Logan cared for her. If he were going to share more of her than her body, Logan needed to know that he would take care of her.

Elijah finally nodded, an obvious signal that he was ready to move forward.

Logan slid his hands down Sam’s arms and then took her wrists as he lifted them, placing her hands on the front of Elijah’s slacks, just above the stiff ridge of his erection. “Take his pants off, Sam.”

Sam’s fingers fumbled only briefly, as she unhooked Elijah’s belt then freed the button and lowered the zipper. While she was doing that, Elijah watched her. When she’d freed him, Elijah then shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the chair behind him.

Elijah didn’t need instruction, nor did Sam. Logan sat there, his hands sliding up and down Sam’s smooth thighs, lingering between her legs as Elijah undressed himself, with minimal help from Sam. When he was fully nude, standing just a few inches from Sam, Logan glanced back up at him.

And he nodded.

This was a joint effort tonight. Logan didn’t want to be the one directing it. There was a strange intimacy that he’d never felt before and he knew that by taking control, he’d ruin that for all of them.

“Touch me, Sam,” Elijah groaned, his hands circling his thick cock.

Sam’s pale hands slid up Elijah’s toned thighs, but she didn’t go right for his cock. She seemed to be feeling her way, literally and figuratively. Her hands caressed his skin slowly, moving up to his hips, over his washboard abs, then back down.

“Just like that,” Elijah encouraged. “Your hands are so soft.”

Logan heard the catch in Elijah’s words. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Sam and he was clearly lost in the moment.

Sliding Sam’s hair over her shoulder, Logan leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, sucking gently as he cupped her breasts with his hands, teasing her nipples with his fingertips. When she moaned, he closed his eyes briefly.

He continued to press kisses along her shoulders, up each side of her neck until she was squirming in his hands, pressing her chest forward as he gently kneaded her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, Samantha,” Elijah said, his hands sliding over hers where they rested on his thighs. Logan watched unabashedly as Elijah directed her to where he wanted her. When she’d wrapped her pale fingers around the heavy stalk of flesh standing at full attention, Sam groaned. As did Elijah.

“Oh, fuck,” Elijah growled, his thigh muscles flexing. Logan figured he was trying to brace himself, to keep his knees from buckling. “Sam…”

Sam leaned forward, taking the head of Elijah’s cock between her lips and Logan’s entire body went rock hard. It was wickedly sensual to see her suck Elijah into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Elijah groaned again. He didn’t make a move to touch her, probably because he didn’t want the intensity to dissipate.

Logan knew quite extensively just how good it felt to have Sam’s mouth wrapped around his cock and Elijah was experiencing it for the very first time.

Based on the look on Elijah’s face, this wasn’t going to be the last time either.

* * *

Her mouth was fucking heaven. Sweet and hot and… Elijah could hardly think for the sheer ethereal pleasure that accosted him.

He wanted to thrust his hips forward, to feel her wrapped around him completely, but he held back. He wanted her to touch him, to do what she wanted, to lead the way. He was quite content with just feeling.

It had been a long damn time since he’d done something like this. And it had nothing to do with a woman’s mouth wrapped around his dick. Elijah wasn’t a saint by any sense of the word. He’d been with plenty of women, but not since Beth had he felt an emotional pull to someone. Not like this.

Sam wasn’t feasting on him; she wasn’t trying to push him to the brink. She was taking her time and that above all else was making him insane with need. A need so fierce, he wondered how long tonight would last. If he had to guess, it wouldn’t be long.

Because he didn’t want to come, didn’t want to put an end to what might just be the most amazing night he’d had in the last… God, it had been almost six years since Beth got sick. Elijah gripped the base of his cock, tightening his fingers to keep himself from letting go too soon.

“Aww, Sam,” he growled. “Baby, it’s too good. I… Fuck, your mouth is sweet.”

Sam moaned in response, but she didn’t pull away. Thank Christ. He didn’t want her to pull away, didn’t want her to stop touching him.