Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“Beth,” he whispered his wife’s name as he stared back at the picture of her bright, smiling face.

He missed her. He hadn’t talked to her since they went to her grave. He’d been scared to. Scared to reveal what he knew to be true.

“Do you wish he was here, Sam?” Elijah asked Sam.

“Yes, I do. Last night was incredible, don’t get me wrong. But I would love for Logan to be here. He completes me. The same way Beth completes you.”

That conversation he’d had with Sam always ran through his head. He was pretty sure it had been then that he fell head over heels in love with the woman. The easy way she had admitted to needing Logan had settled something inside of Elijah. She understood him better than he even understood himself. She didn’t seem to mind that she would forever share him with Beth. And as soon as the words had left her mouth, he’d had to swallow past the lump of emotion that had knotted in his throat.

He loved her. Sam. He loved her too.

Yes, he would admit, he’d fallen for Sam. He hadn’t expected it, hell, he hadn’t actually thought it possible, but here he was, in love with a woman who was not his wife.

Did that mean he loved Beth any less? No, it didn’t. And that felt good. Incredibly good.

“I love you, Beth. You know that right?” he spoke to the picture of her from their wedding day. It was one of those candid shots that had frozen a moment in time when Beth had been smiling, her eyes lit up. She was the only one in the picture, but Elijah remembered that moment. She’d been talking to him, smiling at him. Loving him.

“I’ll never stop, Beth. I swear to you. I will never stop loving you. But I… God, Beth, I... I’ve fallen in love with her and I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do about that.”

“Tell her.”

Elijah nearly dropped his now empty glass as he turned to see Samantha standing in his living room. Behind her was Logan, both of them staring back at him.

“How’d…” That wasn’t really important.

“Your front door was unlocked. We knocked, but…” Sam let her explanation drift off, as she too must’ve realized that it wasn’t important how she had got in there.

Just the fact that she was there was all that mattered.

Turning back to look at Beth’s picture, Elijah placed his glass on the mantle as he took a deep breath. When he turned back, Sam was closer. Just a foot away from him.

“I didn’t expect this,” he said by way of excuse, talking fast. “I just didn’t. When I met Logan at X-hale –”

“Tell me,” Sam said firmly, her hand settling on his arm as she took another step closer. “I don’t need reasons, Eli. Just tell me.”

Elijah could see tears in her eyes and the thought of her crying broke his heart. He looked back at Logan over Sam’s head and the man nodded.

“I love you, Sam. I don’t know how that happened, and I–”

“I love you, too,” Sam whispered. “As I was subtly reminded a short while ago, love doesn’t pay attention to time. It can happen suddenly,” Sam glanced past Elijah to the picture on the mantle, “and it can last for eternity.”

Elijah reached for her, unable to stop himself. When she walked into his arms, he wrapped himself around her, holding her tight. He stared back at Logan.

“It’s true,” Logan confirmed. “We can’t predict how things will happen. And no amount of excuses or reasons will change it. So from this moment forward, we just need to accept this for what it is. Everyone else be damned. This is what we want.”

We.

Elijah liked the sound of that. He couldn’t find the words to say, so he nodded, fully understanding.

As much as he loved Sam, as grateful as he was to have her in his life, Elijah had also developed a bond with Logan. They were friends. They both loved the same woman. And they entrusted one another with her. There would never be a single moment when Sam didn’t know just how much she was wanted. They would both make sure of that.

“So where do we go from here?” Elijah asked, letting up on the stranglehold he had on Sam. She didn’t move away, just looked up at him.

“That’s what we’re here to ask you,” Sam answered, her face radiant, her smile brilliant.

She warmed him completely. His heart. His body. His soul.

“Well, since we’ve gone at warp speed thus far, I really don’t see the need to slow down. Do you?” Elijah asked.

Sam shook her head no.

“Full speed ahead it is then,” Elijah said, pulling Sam close as he kissed her.

And a second later, Logan joined them.

The next day…

To say she was nervous would be a huge understatement.

To say she was excited would be one as well.

Sam didn’t quite know what to feel, but watching Elijah and Logan talking quietly was making her body tremble, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

At first, she had attempted to distract herself by watching the room where Xander and Mercedes were. As she’d watched, Xander had strapped her to a St. Andrew’s cross, and for a fraction of a second, she had envisioned herself in that woman’s place.

The fantasy had festered only briefly before she’d turned her attention to Logan and Elijah, who appeared to be deep in conversation. She had no idea what they were talking about, but she hoped it was about her.

Now, as she tried to focus on Xander once again, she found her attention span was the equivalent to that of a gnat. She was tired of watching others. She wanted to participate.

Not that she wanted to be on full display in one of the glass rooms as Mercedes now was. No, she much preferred the private room that Elijah had eluded to a few minutes ago. They had been talking to Sierra and Cole shortly after they arrived, but then her two men had led her away and she had believed they were ready to go to that private room, but apparently, a detour had been necessary.

Which left her standing there, watching the scene before her while she waited for Logan and Elijah to figure it out. Whatever it was.

Her skin felt too tight, her body too hot. Excitement fizzed in her veins and she was anxious to see what they had in store for her.

Just when she thought she was going to lose her mind, a solid body pressed up against her and a familiar scent assaulted her.

Logan.

God, he smelled good.

His hands came to rest on her hips as he leaned down, his mouth close to her ear.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Sam didn’t need to ask him to clarify. She knew he was referring to their conversation from late last night. The three of them had been lying in bed – in the guest room they’d reserved for their threesome time – discussing the whole BDSM experimentation. More accurately, Elijah and Logan had been going on and on about the swing. Apparently, they both wanted one for the house.

And since they didn’t have one yet, Elijah was quite anxious to try it out. She assumed that’s what they would be doing.

“Yes,” she confirmed, not moving from her spot.

“Good. Elijah’s got a private room upstairs. It’s ready and waiting for us.”

Relief flooded her.

She was always wary of Logan’s desire to use one of the glass rooms. It wasn’t that she was opposed to an audience, but she much preferred at least a little privacy. Especially since she was already nervous about what the two of them were going to do to her.

“Elijah will be here in a minute. He’s going to take you upstairs.” Logan pressed his lips to her ear. “I’m going to watch, just like I said I wanted to. I want to see you strapped to that swing while Elijah drives his cock deep into your pussy.”

A full body shudder assaulted her.

Watching. Her husband would be watching her with Elijah.

Not that he hadn’t plenty of times in recent weeks, but generally, he joined right in, using the excuse that he just couldn’t stay away from her.

The idea made her pussy throb.

She didn’t ask for him to continue because she was too anxious to get on with it. Logan planted a quick kiss on her neck before he backed away, leaving her standing there, watching Xander do wicked things to Mercedes.

Another warm body pressed up against her and this time she knew it wasn’t Logan. Her husband’s body was familiar; this one was very familiar too.

“Come with me, baby,” Elijah whispered against her ear, his accent and his deep voice causing goose bumps to rise on her skin.

Elijah took her hand in his, leading her to the stairs that would take them to one of the more private rooms on the second floor. She didn’t hesitate, even though she did glance around, trying to spot Logan. She didn’t find him, but she knew he was there, watching her.

Elijah stopped in front of a closed door, turning to face her. He startled her when he pulled her into him, crushing his mouth to hers. God, the man could kiss. Like a dream.

“What was that for?” she asked in breathless anticipation when he pulled back.

“Mmm, just wanted to taste you.”

Sam knew they’d caught the attention of a few of the members. She could feel their eyes on them.

“And I wanted everyone to know you were here with me too,” Elijah whispered against her mouth.

Sam smiled. She couldn’t help herself.

“But now, I want you all to myself.” Taking her hand, he opened the door with his free hand and pulled her inside abruptly, making her laugh at his excitement.

Yep, there it was.

That swing.

It didn’t look quite as intimidating as it had the last time she’d seen it.