Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“Man, you were there when he told his story. The guy hasn’t moved on after his wife died,” Alex offered.

“Would you?” Logan asked candidly. He knew for a fact that if something were to happen to Sam, he wouldn’t be a candidate for anything with anyone. Ever again. His wife was his entire world. That wasn’t going to change.

Alex glanced down at the ground, “No, I don’t think I could either.”

Well, there you have it.

Logan leveled Luke with a stare.

“Are you willing to share her? Completely?” Cole asked, pulling Logan’s attention over.

“I am,” Logan said flatly. He knew they were looking out for him and it shouldn’t surprise him that the three of them were worried about his decision. Logan had never been interested in something that might turn permanent. And he couldn’t necessarily explain why he was now.

“Not just her body,” Cole clarified.

“Do you have a hard time sharing Sierra?” Logan bit out.

“No,” Cole answered easily. “I don’t have a problem sharing Luke with Sierra either. I love them both. They both love me.”

Logan knew where Cole was going with this. When it came down to it, Sam would be in the middle – Logan and Elijah would be sharing her. All of her. For Luke, Cole and Sierra, it truly was a triangle. One that went all directions.

“Man, you know it’s not my place to interfere,” Luke bit off. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Did you know what you were doing when you hooked up with Sierra and him?” Logan asked, jerking his head in Cole’s direction.

Cole laughed and Luke smiled sheepishly as he said, “Point taken.”

“It feels right,” Logan finally said, walking off toward his ball. It wasn’t on the green like the rest of them so it gave him a minute or two to take a breather.

As Logan ventured away from the trio, he fully expected to panic. Especially after Cole’s revelation. But strangely, he wasn’t.

In terms of being happy, Logan knew that there was something uniquely different about this scenario with Elijah and Sam.

He just couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Yet.

When Logan arrived home at six o’clock, Sam had ensured that two things were done. One, she had dinner prepared and on the table, and two, she was naked.

Completely.

Just like he’d requested.

She wasn’t sure whether he really expected her to be, but the flash of desire she saw in his eyes told her that he emphatically approved.

“Fuck. Me,” he groaned as he gawked at her from across the room.

“That’ll come after dinner,” she told him deadpan, trying to keep from fidgeting.

Sam wasn’t all that keen on being naked, especially when she was doing something as domestic as making dinner, but since she met Logan, she’d become more comfortable with it.

Especially when he looked at her like that.

Turning, she led him to the table, feeling the way his eyes raked over every inch of her naked skin.

Taking a deep breath, she took her seat and watched as he joined her after detouring to the kitchen and washing his hands.

“I’m not sure I can stay focused long enough to have dinner,” he said, his voice gruff, as he took a seat directly across from her.

“It’s your favorite,” she told him, amused that he hadn’t even noticed. Although Logan was a steak and potato kind of guy, she’d learned early on in their marriage that he happened to like her lasagna. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she did make a mean lasagna.

When he didn’t look down at his plate, she chuckled.

“I remember a certain dinner at this very table that ended in a rather exciting punishment,” Logan said, obviously attempting to sound casual.

Sam remembered that dinner well. It was much like this one. The resulting spanking that followed had been a little unexpected, but quite exciting nonetheless. As was Tag when he arrived unexpectedly.

Smiling, Sam tried to pretend she wasn’t overcome with the urge to cover her naked breasts.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, looking at her expectantly.

“Nothing,” she lied.

“Nothing?” Logan questioned, but then paused as he studied her. “So, you’re gonna sit there and pretend that you don’t wish you had clothes on?”

Sam laughed. This man knew her so well.

“Yes, I actually wish I had clothes on,” she told him honestly.

“Why? You’d just have to take them off again.”

True.

Sam smiled at him, flushed from her discomfiture. And it was true, she wished she had clothes on, but the unmistakable desire she saw in Logan’s eyes made it more and more difficult to wish for anything more than sitting right there in front of him, completely exposed.

Much to her surprise, Logan began eating, sparing her a glance only every now and again. Although he made it look easy, she noticed the crease in his forehead, which was a telltale sign that he was having to focus extremely hard.

“God this is good,” he said, staring down at his plate as though seeing his food for the first time. “You made me lasagna.”

“I did,” she replied with a smile as she moved her food around on her plate. “How’d it go today?”

“Good. Although I learned that I still suck at golf.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you excel at other things,” she said absently, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Think so?”

“I know so,” she assured him.

Logan grinned but then turned his attention back to his plate as he continued to eat, pausing frequently to sip his wine.

If she weren’t mistaken, he was trying to distract himself from her nakedness. It didn’t make things easier, but somehow, over the next half hour, Sam managed to make it through the meal, eating half of what was on her plate.

“You finished?” he asked nonchalantly, bringing her attention to him.

Glancing up, she realized he had pushed his plate away and was leaning back in his chair, his fingers sliding along the stem of his wine glass.

“Yes,” she managed to say. Her breath was lodged in her throat, the longing in his gaze making her body tingle.

“Good.”

Sam never knew what Logan was going to say or do next. Her husband was notorious for catching her off guard and she had to assume that this was one of those times when he was going to do something she might question later.

“Stand up and come over here,” he insisted, releasing his wine glass.

Doing as he instructed, Sam felt her face flame from embarrassment. It didn’t matter that she was naked in front of this man often, or that there were times when she’d been naked in public, it never seemed to get any easier. Once she was on her feet, she stood before him, waiting.

“Turn around.”

Sam turned around, facing away from him, her eyes closing as she tried to fight off the nerves.

When Logan’s warm hands gripped her hips, Sam exhaled deeply. She loved the feel of his hands on her body. She wasn’t sure she would ever get tired of his slightly roughened fingers caressing her.

His fingers played over her skin briefly, before he cupped her bottom in both hands, gripping firmly. As he continued to knead with one hand, his other dipped between her legs, his finger sliding between her slick folds.

Sam moaned, the sensual invasion making her body tingle.

“Baby, you’re wet.”

Sam didn’t respond because there was no reason to. And when he drove one long finger inside her, Sam thrust her hips backward instinctively, trying to drive him deeper.

“Such a beautiful ass,” Logan said reverently. “I want to slide my dick right up inside of you, Sam.”

Yes, she wanted that too and she was rapidly heading toward the pleading stage. Just when she thought he would add another finger to the first and fuck her into oblivion, he stopped.

“Please don’t stop,” she requested softly. She needed more and it didn’t matter that they were standing in the dining room and she was as naked as the day she was born.

“I don’t plan to stop,” he informed her. “But I do plan to move this out to the hot tub.”

Ok. Good. She was good with that. The hot tub was definitely good.

And now she was mentally rambling just because he’d touched her.

“You go on out there, and I’ll be there in just a second. No clothes, Sam.”

Sam turned and looked up at him, trying to read his mind. What did he have planned?

Part of her was anxious, the other part merely curious. He was probably very aware of the heightened state she’d been in ever since she’d been introduced to Elijah Penn. Ever since the man had made his presence known by watching her so intently. Twice.

It’d been a major turn on.

“Five minutes, that’s all I need,” he told her and turned her toward the door, swatting her bare butt to send her on her way.

With a shriek of laughter, Sam started moving. Faster than she thought possible.

After Sam made her way outside, Logan cleaned the kitchen. Not because he was stalling but because Sam had worked so hard to prepare a nice dinner, he wanted to ensure she wouldn’t take on the chore of cleaning up.

Once that was finished, he discarded his shoes, grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine and made his way out to the hot tub where his beautiful, naked wife waited for him.

Naked.

Just like he’d asked her to be.

Honestly, Logan hadn’t really expected her to be naked. And he certainly hadn’t expected her to make him dinner. But again, the woman had surprised him. He loved when she did that.