Thirty
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The night dragged on, most of the employees remaining for two hours or more before they said their goodbyes and ventured home. Logan was satisfied with the way the announcement went, and from the sound of it, most of his team was happy with the news. The only one who seemed exceptionally disappointed was Abigail, but Logan couldn’t do anything to help that.
Even Tricia congratulated Sam, seemingly calling a truce. Alex managed to add that Tricia should take the opportunity to benefit from such a successful mentor. Telling her that if she wanted to get to the next level, she needed to learn as much as she could from Sam and use that to her advantage.
Sam seemed to be taking all of this in stride. He could only hope the simple change wouldn’t be a huge distraction to her. The last thing he could afford at the moment was for Sam to continue to dwell on the changes happening around her.
Since the morning he told her he loved her, the same morning he told her about Alex and Xavier’s plan to make things work, she had done what she needed to do to insert a gap the size of the Grand Canyon between them.
At first, Logan had been worried; scared Sam would change her mind or talk herself out of her feelings for him. Then, he’d just been pissed.
He was damn proficient at hiding his true feelings because at the moment, he wanted to be anywhere but here. He wanted to take Sam somewhere private and show her exactly what her actions sparked in him. Having built his life and his career by going after exactly what he wanted, and not stopping until he got them, Logan had had to remind himself that the same would go for Sam.
He’d made a monumental miscalculation with her. The day on the boat, she’d introduced him to the seductress that he knew her to be. The night when he’d blindfolded her, watching as Luke took her to places she’d never been, Sam giving herself completely over to both of them, he’d seen a side of her she probably hadn’t known existed. The night by the hot tub, when he’d done wicked things to her body, Sam had instilled in him a trust she likely didn’t know she had in her. Then, the morning in his shower, when he’d all but tortured and tormented her, pushing her past the limits she had set for herself, Logan thought she had finally conceded to what they shared.
Then, she’d up and left him for two solid weeks while she talked herself out of her feelings for him. Neither of them had referenced love since that morning when they made love, both of them caught up in the moment. But Logan still felt the same.
His love for her wasn’t imaginary, and it wouldn’t just go away. He sensed she felt the same way, though she was harder on herself than he was.
Logan was comfortable with himself, both in his professional life and in his personal life. He tested the boundaries every day, pushing himself harder, farther, only to remind himself that he wanted more out of life. The same went with his sexuality. Logan knew he was a dominating man, knew he tended to border on the rougher side of things.
All in the name of pleasure.
All in the name of Sam’s pleasure.
Did Logan want to share her with other men? Only her body. When it came to her heart and soul, he was a possessive bastard and expected those to be for him and him only. Could he live without sharing her? Absolutely. What he couldn’t live without was her.
If she gave him an ultimatum, he’d oblige, but he knew that neither of them would be happy in the end. Sam was a sensual, sexy woman who happened to enjoy the same things Logan did.
Would he ever let her share him with another woman? Never. That wasn’t even an option. It wasn’t about him. She was everything he needed. But, did he get off on watching another man take her to new heights of pleasure that she never knew existed? Absolutely. More importantly, he enjoyed the submission she gave him. To know he owned her, controlled her, made her burn for more. Those things were crucial to Logan.
And he’d thought he had made himself clear. He could see the hunger burn in her eyes when he took her, when he ordered her pleasure. He felt the way her body burned for more, needing all he could give her.
And tonight… tonight he would push her to a new height.
This would be her ultimate test. He would determine the full extent of her conviction, a safe word he’d originally wondered about, but when he’d given it more thought, he’d understood.
Sam was testing her beliefs, and in turn, Logan would be testing her, as well.
Logan nodded to Luke from across the room, his brother acknowledging. Then he interrupted Sam, who was still talking to Deanna, the two women talking about a Christmas party or some such. “You about ready, baby?”
Sam’s eyes went wide at his term of endearment, but she recovered quickly. “I am. I’ll talk to you tomorrow? Then Thursday we’ll go to lunch with Veronica?”
Deanna nodded her agreement, then waved them off.
“Goodnight, Deanna.” Logan said, taking Sam’s hand and then motioning to Alex. “Hey, man. We’re gonna head out. See you later?”
“You bet.” Alex turned to Sam. “I’ll see you later.”
Sam nodded her head, but clutched Logan’s hand in hers as he led her toward the exit. When Luke joined them at the door, they exited the building together, heading for his truck. Once they were all three inside, Logan looked at his brother. “Let’s go to your house.”
“Sure thing.”
He caught Sam’s surprised look, but he had to give her credit, she didn’t say anything. Except for the tremble in her hand, Logan would have never known she was anticipating what was to come. He half expected her to ask them to take her home.
She didn’t.
“Are you ok, Sam?” Logan asked, just to get her talking.
~*~*~
Sam sat as straight as she could, staring out the window, just shy of holding her breath. When Logan asked her if she was ok, she wanted to tell him, that no, she wasn’t. She couldn’t do that though. It would have been only partial truth.
She was giddy, anxious, and more than a little nervous, but the more she thought about it, the more she decided she actually was ok.
“I’m fine.” She muttered, the warmth of his hand suffusing her with a little courage.
Sam had never been to Luke’s house, hell, she didn’t even know what he did for a living. Something deep down inside of her wanted to know. She wanted to know more about the man – her lover – and this would be a start.
Luke was always so quiet, reserved, seeming to do whatever Logan told him to do, but Sam knew that was only when she was around. She could feel Luke’s heat, his power, his aggression just below the surface. He might participate as a third in Logan’s relationships, but Sam got the impression that he was far from controllable. Getting a glimpse into his world might do her some good.
For the last few hours, she’d been talking to Deanna, sharing stories with some of the other women who worked for her, and actually enjoying herself. Which left her wondering what the hell she’d spent the last two weeks doing.
Where did all of that common sense go? The recent decisions she made to get a grip on her relationship with Logan, to bring it back within the realm of normal, were just faded memories at this point.
Sam glanced down when Logan pulled her hand closer to him, letting her hand rest at the top of his thigh, so close to the bulge she could see clearly defined behind the zipper of his jeans. She tried to turn away quickly, pretend she didn’t see what she had; knowing exactly where this night was leading, but unable to protest.
Damn her overactive libido. What the hell was wrong with her?
“See what you do to me, Sam?” Logan’s deep, dark, sultry drawl filled the confines of the truck, washing her with a warm glow, his hand moving hers to rest on the hard ridge of his erection outlining his jeans.
Her breath caught, her fingers twitched nervously, disobeying her determination to avoid these situations specifically.
Despite all of that, despite her best intentions, her body wanted this. Wanted the pleasure she could find in his arms, in Luke’s arms. For two weeks, those thoughts hadn’t set well with her, but the images, the memories imbedded into every cell of her being had set her ablaze when she tried to pretend otherwise.
It was dark outside; the only light was the soft blue glow from the instruments on the dash, leaving them all awash in shadows. Logan had begun to rub her hand slowly over the steely edge of his erection, his breaths shorter, choppier than before, sending a surge of power through her.
“Stroke my cock, Sam.” Logan instructed, his voice harder than before.
When she would have moved her hand away, scared by the sheer intensity that burst through her veins, Logan gripped her wrist.
“Take my cock out and stroke it.”
His voice brooked no argument, the hard edge of his words sending tingles straight between her thighs, where moisture pooled, preparing her for what was to come.
Sam found her fingers doing exactly as he demanded, slowly slipping the button from its mooring, then gently lowering the zipper, the sound of the metal teeth ricocheting through the otherwise silence of the truck.
Logan pushed back into the seat, giving her more room to work with as she tried to free him from the denim confines of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans, going full commando, and Sam had a feeling he had done so just for this moment.
He assisted by lifting his hips, pushing his jeans down just far enough to release his rock hard cock. When she hesitated, Logan placed her hand around the soft, smooth skin of his shaft, Sam’s fingers instinctively closing around him. God he was so big, his cock like velvet covered steel, hard and pulsing in her hand.
“God that feels good.” He groaned, a shiver of pleasure shooting through her.
She liked how he reacted to her touch, loved the way he verbalized what he was feeling, spurring her on, making her ache to touch him, to taste him.
Trepidation slivered down her spine, making her peel her eyes away from his glorious cock; glancing around to make sure they weren’t being watched. But, they were still driving, some sort of back road from what she could tell. No lights from nearby houses, only the moon, partially shrouded by evening clouds.
Sam felt movement on her left side, drawing her attention. The sight of Luke, his fly open, the mushroomed head of his cock peeking out, captured her attention.
Luke’s eyes darted to hers and what she saw reflected there sent a shot of heat straight to her clit. His eyes were hooded, the desire evident on his hard features. But she saw something else, something bordering on dangerous in those steely eyes.
“Touch me, Sam.” His demand was edged with aggression, a hint of impatience in his tone and Sam immediately enclosed him with her left hand, her right still slowly stroking over the satin covered length of Logan.
“That’s so good, baby.” Logan groaned, Sam jerked her head toward him.
His eyes were closed, his head tipped back, and she wondered if he knew she was doing the same thing to his brother. Of course he did. Logan knew exactly what she was doing, and the fact that he wanted her to had an inkling of doubt and fear filling her mind.
When his eyes slid open, his gaze locking on hers, Sam saw the same determination, the hint of aggression filling eyes that looked just the same as his brothers, only they held a hint of tenderness in them.
“Put your lips on my dick.” He ordered, his hand snaking out to capture the back of her head, pulling her down toward him. Only the seatbelt wouldn’t let her move, and then she heard the familiar click from where Luke had obviously unlatched it. “He’ll be careful. We’re almost there.” Logan assured her, pulling her closer.
She had to turn her body, moving quickly because Logan was pulling her face into his lap, not letting up on the pressure behind her head.
A fever ignited in her bloodstream, making her want things she swore she wouldn’t want any longer, making her feel things that were so taboo, Sam was torn between what she wanted to do and what she should do.
“Now.” Logan insisted, wrapping his hand around his shaft and pressing the head against her lips. “Lick me.”
Her tongue snaked out, gliding over the engorged tip, the warm, salty taste exploding on her tongue, reminding her of who this man was. What he meant to her.
She wanted this, and no matter how many times she tried to deny it, Sam had no control over that fact. She belonged to him, heart, body and soul, and there wasn’t anything she could do to change that.
“That’s it, baby. Wrap your lips around my dick.” Logan held the back of her head, pressing her into his lap, his cock thrust into her mouth, as she fought to breath, overwhelmed with the musky, masculine scent of him.
He tasted good, and her body burned from the simple hold he kept on her head. She could feel Luke’s hand as it slid over her back, gliding underneath her t-shirt, caressing the skin he found there.
Then his hand was gone, and she felt the truck slow, wondering where they were and what was going on. But, when she tried to pull her head up, Logan only held her tighter.
“Suck my dick.” Logan’s harsh tone had her jerking as the words ripped through the truck, but she didn’t try to pull away again.
Instead, she devoured the head of his cock, wrapping her lips around him, and applying gentle suction. She was in an awkward position, partially sitting on the seat, half lying in his lap, but the only thing she could focus on was the way he ground his cock into her mouth.
“So fucking hot.” Logan groaned, the truck lurched forward just a little only to stop again.
Sam couldn’t help wondering where they were, but she couldn’t move, could only feel. Logan’s cock filled her mouth, while Luke’s hands, she assumed they were Luke’s hands, slid fully under her shirt, moving around her until they cupped her breasts, the warmth of his palms against her nipples making her ache to be naked, to feel him fully against her.
Suddenly, a hand twined in her ponytail, pulling her up until Logan’s cock slipped from her mouth, and she found herself looking directly in the hazel depths of his eyes, seconds before his mouth closed over hers. Luke’s warm body pressed against her back, Logan at her front and Sam felt like she would go up in flames. When he pulled back, Sam finally got a glimpse of where they were. It was a garage; the same size as the one that housed Logan’s three cars, if not bigger.
What the hell did Luke do for a living?
“Get out.” Luke instructed and then one of the other garage doors raised, an unfamiliar black Silverado truck easing to a stop in the empty spot next to Luke’s. Sam couldn’t hold back the gasp when a tall, broad shouldered, handsome man exited the truck, catching her eye momentarily. Suddenly she knew what they had in store for her.
She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t.
Her heart pounded like a bass drum on steroids, her body trembled, and her legs refused to move. Logan clasped her wrist and helped pull her from the truck. Once she slid to the floor, he pressed her against the passenger door, effectively trapping her between his body and the ungiving vehicle.
“You ran from me, Sam.” Logan bit out, tilting her chin up to look at him, his hand unexpectedly gentle on her face. “You thought you could run. You thought you could convince yourself you didn’t want this. That this didn’t make your body burn.”
Sam locked her eyes on his, seeing only passion and heat reflected in the beautiful multicolored depths, not the anger she felt coursing just beneath the surface.
~*~*~
“I won’t force this on you.” Logan felt the need to clarify for her. He could see the fear mixed with the anticipation, knew she wouldn’t be able to deny herself this, no matter how much she wanted to. “This is all about you, Sam. No one else. Remember your safe word?”
She nodded, staring up at him, her hands gripping his biceps.
“You chose that word for a reason. Now, it’s time for you to decide what you really want. Right here. Right now.” He kept his voice low, though he knew they didn’t have an audience. Luke and Cole had already gone into the house, leaving him a few minutes to ensure Sam was on the same page.
As much as they wanted her pleasure, as much as they wanted to fill her unconditionally, to take her to places she’d never dreamed of, the three of them would never force her. He would never force her. She would have to be a willing participant, or they would stop. But, he couldn’t help the edge of anger that bubbled just beneath the surface. She’d told him she loved him, and that meant acceptance. She’d accepted him, all of him. The pleasure he could give her. Along with the trust.
“I love you, Sam.” He whispered, holding her chin firmly between his thumb and index finger. “And I know you love me.”
He could see it in her eyes. She might have disappeared for two weeks, she might have tried to avoid him, and she might’ve even tried to convince herself she didn’t want this, but he knew better.
“What happens tonight stays between the four of us. You can trust me on that, Sam.”
Sam nodded, he could see the concern in her eyes, but she didn’t try to pull away. He waited, giving her a chance to refuse.
“I love you.” Those three words tore at his heart, making his body throb with the need to take her, to show her what it does to him for her to admit it. “I trust you.”
Logan crushed his mouth to hers, pulling her closer, holding her to him as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, delving deeper, tasting her passion, her hesitation, but most importantly her acceptance.
She might have run, but Logan knew she understood the consequences now. She knew she would be punished in the most erotic, most passionate way possible, and she accepted it.
Breaking the kiss, Logan pulled her hips against his, letting her feel how hard she’d made him, how much she had taken from him by her little deception, and he could see in her eyes, how much she wanted this.
“It’s all about you. Always about you.” He whispered the words, then pressed a line of kisses on her lower lip, before he gently bit into the soft flesh. “Now, it’s time you take your punishment. You can’t run from me, baby. You can never run because I won’t give up.”
Nodding her head again, Logan took a step back, readjusted his clothes, tucking his iron hard cock back into his jeans, then zipping them before he took her hand and led her into the house. What he had in store for her tonight was pushing even his own limits.
He’d shared many women, some with Luke, others with Cole. Both men were fully aware of his sexual needs, he just as aware of theirs. He trusted them both with his life, and now he trusted them both with Sam.
They’d never participated in something like this, but tonight was about exploring their deepest, darkest fantasies. He knew his own, and he understood Cole’s. Luke’s, on the other hand, were a little harder to get his mind around.
Before the night was through, they would push past some of their own boundaries, and tomorrow, in the bright light of day, they’d resume their normal lives, continue as though nothing happened though they would all four be game for more.
Logan was sure of it.