Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“I agree.” Logan was glad that they had. He’d expected it. As much as he had expected to have this discussion with Sam. The two of them. This new situation was going to change their lives in ways they probably never expected.

But in a sense, Logan had expected it.

And he found that he wanted it. For whatever reason, he wanted to share Sam with Elijah. And maybe he had only been willing to share her body for a while. Or maybe he’d always wanted something more. That was why he’d invited Tag, believing the man was close enough to them that he wouldn’t hurt Sam. But he had. Inadvertently, sure. But he’d hurt her all the same.

Logan didn’t want anyone to hurt Sam.

“I don’t want casual any more than you do,” he explained. “If I’m going to share you –”

“God, do we have to use that word? Share? You’re not sharing me,” she told him abruptly. “I don’t see it that way. I don’t feel as though I don’t belong to you. When you say share, it’s as though you feel like I’m something you could toss away. This is something that you and I choose to do together.”

Logan felt his heart constrict. He loved this woman. Beyond words.

“I’m going to go to the art exhibit with Elijah tonight. If he invites me back to his place, I’ll probably say yes.”

“What if you invite him back here?” Logan asked, his eyes watching her.

“I was wondering the same thing,” she whispered. “I would prefer that we were here. That way, should you come home, we’d be here for you. I don’t want to be anywhere else, Logan.”

“Then bring him here.”

“We’ve never…”

Logan knew where she was going. They had shared plenty of threesomes at their house. In the shower, in the pool, on the back porch, the hot tub, the kitchen table. Anywhere but their bedroom. Their bed.

But… That’s what she was hinting at.

A hot poker of lust scorched him from the inside just thinking about walking in to find Sam in bed with Elijah, the two of them…

“You’re thinking about it,” Sam said, a smile on her lips. “You’re thinking about walking in on us, aren’t you? Would you like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Walking in to find you riding him, your hair falling down your back, your breasts,” Logan cupped her breasts as he spoke, “swaying above his face. Fuck yeah, that’s hot.”

“Would you join us? Or would you watch?”

“I’d watch at first. Watch what he does to you; watch how he makes you come. Then I’d join you.”

Sam scooted forward, the heat between her thighs rubbing along his cock, the only thing separating them was a pair of loose cotton shorts that he had on and the panties that she wore. She’d come out of the bedroom wearing one of his dress shirts which came down to her knees.

Logan unbuttoned one of the buttons on her shirt with his teeth, pushing the fabric aside to reveal her naked breast. “Fuck you’re hot. I bet you’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers threading into his hair and pulling him close. He latched onto her nipple with his lips, using his teeth to nibble until she was grinding against him.

“You know I’m just going to tease you, don’t you?” he asked when he pulled away.

“I figured as much. And I’m going to call you tonight and tell you how my date went.”

Fuck. “Deal.”

With that, Logan set forth to tease her more, but he never did let her come. Not even once.

Elijah arrived via limousine to pick Sam up at five-thirty. He was dressed just as magnificently as he had been every other time she’d seen him. His dark gray suit was tailored and expensive, his white shirt bright¸ and his red tie was eye-catching. The man had it going on.

She couldn’t say that she was surprised. First, she knew Elijah was punctual, second, she knew he would go all out.

He hadn’t come inside the house either, merely complimenting her on how incredible she looked in her short, red dress – the fact that it matched his tie was not lost on her either. She had worn this dress specifically for tonight. It was classy, sexy and she knew Logan loved when she wore it so she had hoped Elijah would like it also.

But, aside from being a total gentleman, Elijah had been surprisingly quiet during the drive from her house.

As the limo approached the art gallery, Sam accepted the silence. Elijah hadn’t said more than ten words since they climbed inside. She couldn’t tell if something was bothering him or not, and she figured, based on what she did know about him, he wasn’t nervous, so she assumed something was on his mind.

When the back door opened, Elijah climbed out of the limo, holding his hand out to her so she could join him. Once she was on her feet, she situated her hand in the crook of his arm and allowed him to lead her inside.

Even in her heels, Elijah was taller than she was. He wasn’t even remotely as tall as Logan was, but not many men were. He was, however, probably close to six feet. Maybe just under. But even in her heels, he was still a couple of inches taller. She liked that.

Oh, and she liked that the man smelled delicious.

The door to the gallery was opened by a well-dressed man with a bright white smile. Elijah nodded at him as they made their way inside.

Sam had actually been to this particular gallery before, but not this specific exhibit. She’d been asking Logan to take her for some time, but she knew it wasn’t really his thing. He had intended to take her though. He had promised. Unfortunately, business had come up, which with either of them, that was to be expected from time to time.

A waiter moved toward them, carrying a tray of champagne flutes. Elijah retrieved two, handed one to her before they began their journey deeper into the gallery.

“I take it you enjoy art,” Elijah prompted.

“I do. I went to my first art exhibit when I was in college. I don’t go to many because I just don’t make the time, but I have attended a few over the years. They’re a fantastic distraction,” she told him.

“I’ve attended a few myself.”

“So there was no arm twisting involved to get you to accompany me?” Sam asked lightheartedly.

“None whatsoever. In fact,” Elijah said, turning to face her more directly, “it’s my pleasure. One I hadn’t quite expected.”

The way that he was looking at her made her knees weak. His eyes were searching her face slowly before they landed on her mouth and Sam couldn’t hide her reaction from him.

After what had happened between the three of them almost a week ago, Sam had honestly been anxious to spend more time with Elijah and it didn’t even have to be horizontal time either. In fact, she’d hoped for a little personal time. Time for them to talk. Like now.

She hadn’t anticipated a one on one encounter, but she certainly wasn’t disappointed. After all, she had given Logan a hard time about how he got to go out on a date with Elijah but she hadn’t. Logan had punished her thoroughly for accusing him of dating a man and that had been worth doing again. Logan’s sensual brand of punishment was right up her alley.

It was a tad awkward because she did wish Logan was there, but she had set out to enjoy tonight.

She considered it an experience.

One she hoped wouldn’t end abruptly, or with anyone getting hurt.

They fell into step once again and as Sam took in an intricate sculpture on display, she opted to prompt Elijah to open up a little. What better opportunity than tonight when they wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone.

“Tell me about Beth,” she urged, hoping he wouldn’t pull away from her.

He didn’t.

“Beth is the love of my life.”

Sam noticed that he always referred to her in present tense.

“You met her through your work, you told me that,” Sam said encouragingly. She wanted to know more about the woman that had stolen Elijah’s heart. “What was she like?”

Elijah smiled and his entire face lit up. “She used to wake me up on Saturday morning so we could work in the yard. She loved to garden. It wasn’t necessarily my thing,” he said, glancing over at her, “but I did it because it put a smile on her face. You know those home and garden shows? She loved to go to them. We didn’t usually leave with a single thing, or even an appointment, but she loved going.”

“I don’t think I could get Logan to go to a home and garden show if I begged,” Sam said with a chuckle. They stopped in front of a small sculpture that required a little effort to make out what it was.

“And Beth loved movies. Any movie, she didn’t care. At Christmas, she would insist that we watch all of the classics. Every year.”

“What about you? Do you like movies?”

“Yes,” Elijah said softly. “I guess I do. I enjoy concerts more. And I’m not talking about the opera either.”

“So, you’re into music?”

“Yes. I’m a huge Eagles fan.”

“Logan loves the Eagles, too,” Sam told him. “We went to a concert in Vegas just a couple of years ago. I don’t think his smile faded once the entire trip.”

“And you? What do you enjoy doing? Besides attending art shows.”

“Aside from work,” Sam said, “I don’t have much of a preference. I’m spontaneous, I guess you could say. I enjoy going to the clubs, even if it is just to socialize. I also enjoy movies, music, and yes, I’ve been known to enjoy an opera or two.”

“Do you even realize how beautiful you are?” Elijah asked, staring back at her, his golden eyes sparkling.

“I do when Logan looks at me,” she admitted, a little stunned by the abrupt change of the subject. “And you.”

Elijah leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle press of his lips to hers and it made her insides tingle and her heart do a strange flip in her chest. When he pulled back, she just stared up at him.

“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Sam.”

“Ditto.” Sam smiled. And it was the truth.

She wanted to know everything.

And then some.

* * *

Elijah hadn’t expected to enjoy the art gallery. And he’d been hesitant about taking Sam out without Logan, for whatever reason. But now that they were there, his reservations had dissipated and the only thing he cared about was talking to the most beautiful woman in the room, the feel of her hand on his arm, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. It was more than he anticipated.

Even after the fireworks they’d created when the three of them had been together.

This was more. So much more.

They’d made their way through most of the gallery, stopping at all of the pieces that Sam seemed interested in and their conversation had continued. Elijah had actually been surprised by how interested Sam was in him as a person. It had been a long time since a woman had reacted to him that way. Or maybe he just hadn’t noticed it because, until Sam, he’d kept himself closed off to women.

A waiter passed and Elijah handed him their empty glasses before taking Sam’s hand in his. They continued to peruse the art that graced the walls and the various structures erected in the corners.

“So, tell me this… You said you had never had a threesome before you met Logan, correct?”

“That’s right.”

Sam didn’t seem bothered by the subject, so Elijah continued.

“Your first time… What was your reaction?”

“I think I was so overwhelmed, I didn’t know what to think. It was similar to that first night. Only Logan kept the blindfold on me the entire time. I didn’t even know what was going on until I realized there were more than two hands on me at one time. It actually wasn’t until later that I actually saw Luke face to face. I had no clue Logan had a twin.”

Elijah stopped. “You were in a threesome with Luke McCoy?”

“Yes,” she said simply. “Long before Sierra came into the picture. Although Luke did have a thing for Cole at that point, but he was in denial about that too. It didn’t last long.”

Sam’s gaze left his as she glanced around the room.

“There was another time?” Elijah implored.

“Yes. I was introduced to Tag Murphy and things ignited rather quickly, however that fizzled out even faster than it had with Luke.” Sam started walking again and Elijah remained at her side. “Once that was over, I realized I wasn’t cut out for those emotional roller coasters. I love Logan. He owns my heart and soul. That will never change, but we both enjoy this… other activity. Only I don’t do casual sex well at all.”