Sam cried out, her hand yanking on his hair as she tried to pull him up her body. Logan looked up at her and smiled. “In a hurry?” he returned her words to her and she laughed.

“Yes. God, yes.”

Yeah, he was too.

Elijah groaned. “Don’t make her laugh,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “She’ll make me come.”

Logan laughed again, unable to help himself.

Crawling onto the bed, Logan knelt between their legs, using his knees to push Elijah’s open a little wider to give him more room. Once he was situated, he stroked his cock, lining it up with the entrance to Sam’s warm, wet heat.

Fuck.

He slid in slowly. Or at least as slow as he could manage because yes, she was fucking hot. And tight. The fact that Elijah was lodged in her ass only added to the sensation, the heavy ridge of his erection sliding alongside of Logan’s.

“Fuck,” Elijah growled, his hands wrapping around Sam, holding her tight. “Fuck her, Logan.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Meeting Sam’s gaze, Logan said, “I’m going to fuck you, baby. Hard and fast. Understand?”

“Yes, please. Quit talking,” she said with a strangled laugh, eliciting another tortured groan from Elijah.

Logan drove into her all the way, bottoming out and catching his breath before retreating. He leaned over Sam and Elijah, doing his best not to crush her between them as he began pounding into her, rocking her body so that she was impaled on Elijah’s cock buried deep in her ass.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, breathless.

“Yes. Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me harder!”

Logan didn’t hesitate, his hands fisting the blankets beneath them as he began slamming into her, over and over, faster, harder, deeper. Fucking hell.

Sam cried out, her pussy milking him, nearly pulling his own orgasm from him. Somehow he managed to refrain, not wanting to come yet. Not until Elijah was there, until all three of them could go together.

Rising back to his knees, Logan grabbed Sam’s ankles. “Pull your knees against your chest,” he told her.

She managed to pull her knees in closer, which allowed Elijah the ability to thrust his hips, shallowly driving into her. Logan assisted by slamming into her. He released one of her ankles so he could play with her clit, strumming it with his thumb while she moaned and writhed, attempting to help them along.

“Close,” Elijah said, his voice muffled. “So fucking close. Damn, baby. Sam… Oh, fuck.”

Elijah’s hips stilled, his dick pulsing and Logan upped the tempo, slamming into her again and again, driving himself as deep as he could. He met Sam’s hooded eyes.

“Logan! Oh, God, Logan. I’m…”

Yeah, he was too.

Chapter Eighteen

Two weeks later…

For the past two weeks, Sam had spent a lot of time with both Logan and Elijah. Together. Separate. But no matter what, she’d had at least one of them with her. Well, except for the night she went out with the girls, but even then, she’d talked about them so much, it felt as though they’d been right there with her.

To put it mildly, the last few weeks had been the most amazing weeks of her life. The three of them were getting close. Closer than she thought they would. Elijah and Logan spent time together as well, much of the time right there at the house just talking. They had a lot in common and not just work.

Sam didn’t think it could get better than it was.

But that thought was the very reason she was sitting on the sofa, her phone in her hand while Logan was in their master bathroom showering. She needed to call Elijah because there was something on her mind that she couldn’t seem to shake.

Before she could muster the courage to dial, her phone startled her when it started ringing in her hand. She glanced down at the screen to see Elijah’s name come up. Taking a deep breath, she hit the talk button.

“Did you know I was thinking about you?” she asked as a greeting.

“No,” Elijah said and she noticed a sadness in his tone. “But it makes me feel good to know that.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, all teasing aside.

“I just needed to hear your voice this morning,” he said and Sam’s heart did a somersault in her chest.

They were both quiet for a moment and finally Sam decided to spill it. “What are you doing today?”

“Nothing that I know of,” he told her.

“I was wondering if…” Sam choked on the words.

“What is it, Sam? Is everything ok?”

“Everything’s fine. Mostly. God, this is going to sound really stupid, but I wanted to see if we could go visit Beth today.”

Elijah didn’t say anything which made Sam panic. “If you don’t want to, I completely understand. It’s just that I wanted to, you know, go talk to her. I thought…”

“I’d love that,” Elijah finally said, his voice much softer than before.

“How about we come to you. Logan and I will meet you at your house. Then we’ll go over there together. Will that work?”

“Yes. That works.”

“We’ll be there in half an hour. Or do you need more time.”

“I’ll be ready. Oh, and… Thank you, Sam.”

Sam didn’t know what he was thanking her for, but the phone disconnected and she was left sitting there alone. When she looked up, she saw Logan watching her. That’s when she realized she was crying.

“Does he want to go?” Logan asked.

“Yes,” she answered. “I told him we’d be there in half an hour.”

Logan nodded and returned to the bedroom, probably to get his shoes.

It had been Logan’s suggestion to go to the gravesite. They’d been talking, just the two of them, the night before and she had mentioned how she wished she could’ve met Beth. It was a strange emotion for her, she knew, but she felt a connection to the woman. Obviously through Elijah. And for some reason, she wanted a chance to let Beth know that she was there. To let the woman who would forever hold Elijah’s heart know that she wanted to be the person who would take care of Elijah for her.

Because yes, that’s what Sam wanted.

Because yes, she had fallen in love with the man.

And in turn, her love for Logan had only intensified. She needed him more than ever and he seemed to know that. Then again, he seemed to know that Elijah needed him too. They’d become friends in the past few weeks. Sam knew they talked, knew that Logan always offered to be an ear for Elijah should he need it. And, possibly because of Logan, Elijah had been opening up more.

He spent more time out of his house, hanging with them or with an entire group. They’d gone to dinner several times, once with Ashleigh and Alex, once with Luke, Sierra and Cole. They’d also gone to the club, spent some time talking to Xander and Mercedes. All of them.

And as the days passed, people seemed to be seeing them as three, not just two plus one. And that made Sam’s heart happy.

So now she felt that there was one thing left to do. Because Elijah had sought Logan’s approval, Sam wanted to show Elijah that she understood what that meant.

Now it was her turn.

* * *

The sun was shining.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

But other than that, time seemed to stand still as Elijah stood in front of Beth’s headstone, two dozen white roses – her favorite – now resting next to the inscription.

Upon their arrival a short while ago, the three of them had emerged from the car, but as soon as they stepped outside, Sam and Logan had stayed back, offering him a few minutes alone with Beth.

How they had known that he needed that, he wasn’t sure. But he appreciated it nonetheless.

“God, baby,” he whispered to Beth now, tears forming in his eyes. “I miss you so much.” Elijah paused as a strong breeze pushed against him.

Sometimes he felt as though that was Beth’s way of responding to him, letting him know she was there. It only happened when he was out here with her though.

“I brought someone here to meet you. Two someones, actually. Logan and Samantha. This was their idea. For them to come here. Sam really wants to meet you.” Elijah was crying, tears streaming down his face and he couldn’t stop them.

He’d been totally overcome with emotion since Sam asked him if the three of them could come to visit Beth. At first he’d been shocked by the invitation but only because he had called her, simply to hear her voice. For the last two days, he had been out of town and with as much time as the three of them had been spending together, he found that he missed her. Enough to call her just to hear her voice.

Another breeze brushed against him, stronger this time. Elijah looked up, expecting to see clouds, maybe a thunderhead moving toward them. Nothing. Not a single cloud in the brilliant blue sky that went on for miles.

He turned his attention back to Beth.

“Sam’s the best thing that’s happened to me since you died,” he told Beth now.

A strong hand landed on Elijah’s left shoulder and he felt Logan’s presence. On his other side, Sam moved up next to him, but she didn’t touch him. He figured she was giving him space, but he didn’t want space. Not from her. He reached out and took her hand, linking their fingers as he continued to stare at his wife’s headstone.

Elizabeth Michelle Penn

June 2nd, 1973 - January 17th, 2010

You will forever be in my heart,

Your love always my guide,

And though I cannot touch your hand,

I know you are by my side

“That’s a lovely inscription,” Sam whispered, her fingers tightening around his.