Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“Yes,” she murmured, exhilaration echoing in her beautiful eyes.

“Good,” he said, hoping he sounded encouraging. At the moment, he just wanted to strip her bare and drive himself into her. It had been a long damn time since they’d done this. Since another man had been involved.

Although tonight, he didn’t intend to allow Elijah to be too involved. After all, last night had just been for his viewing pleasure. Until Logan was comfortable with the man’s intentions, Elijah wouldn’t be putting his hands on Sam.

Elijah knew it too.

There was a king-sized bed on one wall, a long row of cabinets along another and a single chair in the room.

“Have a seat.” Logan gestured toward the chair, his instruction meant for Elijah. “I want you on the bed, baby. But first, I want you naked.”

Sam stared back at him, uncertainty etched into her features.

“Take off your dress,” he instructed, which he figured was what she was waiting for.

A small smile tipped the corner of her mouth as she eased the straps down her shoulders until the sequined dress was sliding down her body. He loved those damn dresses. The ones she wore that took very little effort to get off her.

“Fuck,” Elijah whispered.

Yeah, that’s exactly what Logan thought every time Sam undressed for him. “Now up on the bed. I want you to sit on the edge so that Elijah has a front row seat.”

Sam glanced over at Elijah and then back to Logan. She knew she only had to say no and they wouldn’t go any further.

She didn’t say no.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek as Sam eased up onto the bed, her legs dangling over the side. “Now lay back.”

Sam laid flat on her back.

Logan’s hunger for this woman detonated. Seeing her there, seeing Elijah watching. It was what he’d been waiting to do for so long.

Logan made his way between Sam’s legs, pushing her knees farther apart with his thighs. When he was content with how exposed she was, he slid his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her legs up before pushing them back toward her, placing her on full display.

“I’m a hungry man, baby.” Logan growled the words, his need to taste her making him crazy. Leaning down, still holding her legs back, Logan pressed his mouth to her pussy. He lapped at her, licking her like a lollipop repeatedly before zeroing in on that tiny bundle of nerves now peeking out at him.

“Logan!” Sam cried out, her hands now covering his as though she were trying to help him hold her. He didn’t need help, but it did prove just how hot she was.

All because Elijah was sitting there watching them.

“So fucking sweet,” he groaned as he continued to torment her with his tongue. “God, baby, I could fuck you with my tongue all night.”

Sam moaned loudly as her body thrashed against the bed. Logan didn’t let up; he teased her clit, lashing at it with his tongue, sucking it between his lips. He had no idea how many minutes passed, but he knew he wasn’t done yet.

“Hold your legs back,” he commanded Sam, releasing her thighs as he stood to his full height.

“I want you to watch Elijah while I fuck you with my fingers, Sam. Watch how hot he gets from seeing my fingers slide deep inside of your wet pussy.”

Logan teased her entrance briefly before slipping two fingers inside of her, the walls of her pussy clamping down on him, pulling him deeper. When her eyes met Elijah’s, Logan began to fuck her. A slow, steady pace, his fingers going in deep while he used his other thumb to rub her engorged clit.

“Logan,” Sam cried, never taking her eyes off Elijah and that damn near made Logan come right in his fucking pants.

“Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes. Please make me come.”

That’s exactly what Logan did. He made his wife come undone while another man watched.

“Hey, lady,” Samantha greeted Sierra the following Saturday morning when her sister-in-law walked through her front door. “Come here, beautiful girl,” Sam cooed to Hannah as she reached out to take the baby from Sierra’s arms.

It was hard to believe that Hannah was already three months old and in that short amount of time she’d grown into a very expressive, beautiful, bundle of perfection.

Taking her from Sierra, Sam cuddled her close and smothered her with kisses as she headed back toward the kitchen where she’d been working on her laptop.

“How are things?” Sam asked Sierra as she took a seat across from her, dropping the bulky diaper bag onto the table.

“Never better,” Sierra said with an award-winning smile.

Sam was brimming with excitement; anxious to tell Sierra all about Elijah and what had happened on Monday, but she was still nervous about saying it aloud for fear that she might jinx herself. She had actually had a phone conversation with Elijah just two days ago and since then, she’d been hovering on the brink of exploding with the urge to tell her best friend.

God, Sam couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Logan had made sure she didn’t stop thinking about him too. When they arrived home from the club on Monday night, he’d seduced her with his sexy words, graphically describing all of the things he and Elijah would be doing to her in the very near future.

“I heard you had yourself a date the other night,” Sierra stated, pulling Sam right out of her daydream.

“Logan and I tend to have date nights quite frequently,” Sam replied, knowing full well that Sierra was eluding to something besides her many date nights with her husband.

“Hot ones at that. I heard you have a penchant for the swing,” Sierra teased.

Sam laughed, trying to hide her embarrassment. Despite the fact that she’d come into her own and actually enjoyed herself openly, there were still moments like this that made her very aware of how much of herself she’d shown lately.

Rather than respond, Sam decided to redirect as she glanced down at the baby as she laughed. “I heard you requested your husbands to buy you a Sybian saddle machine.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on that,” Sierra beamed. “You have got to try it.”

“Until Logan told me about it, I had no idea what it even was. But you… Oh, my God, did you…?” Sam hadn’t stuck around long the other night, but she had heard from Logan that Sierra was quite fond of the new toy that her husbands had introduced her to.

Sierra laughed. “No. Well, yes, but no.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, amused by the way Sierra stumbled over her words.

“I did try it. After the club was closed.”

“And?”

“And what? It was freaking amazing. Like I said, you have to try it.”

“Maybe next time,” Sam said, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening. “But, if I were you, I wouldn’t let Trent hear you go on and on about how great it was,” Sam joked.

Trent Ramsey, one of the investors in the Devotion club, had been the one who requested the strange piece of machinery be included in the BDSM theme night. He’d bragged that women would flock to it. According to what she’d heard, Trent had been right, but they all preferred not to let him know when he was right. He would never let them forget it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

Sam smiled down at Hannah. The beautiful little girl looked so tiny resting comfortably in her arms. “My goodness, she’s gotten so big.”

“Tell me about it,” Sierra laughed. “If she gets much bigger, I’m not going to be able to tote her around.”

“You’re almost as big as your mommy, you know that?” Sam whispered to the sleepy baby as she pressed another kiss to Hannah’s smooth chubby cheek. Looking back up at Sierra, Sam asked, “How are the boys?”