Chapter Four
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Logan got home just in time to kiss Sam on her way out the door. She was going to meet Sierra and Ashleigh for lunch, and in turn, Luke was stopping by the house for a little while. Since the two of them hadn’t spent much time together, Logan had hoped for just the opportunity.
Tossing some burgers on the grill, Logan took a long pull on his beer as he waited to ensure they wouldn’t ignite into a fireball. Once they were cooking, he closed the lid and turned around to see his brother coming out the back door to join him.
“I’m starting to worry about you.” Logan told him when he came closer.
“Why’s that?” Luke asked, pulling a chair from the table and dropping into it.
“Remember how Grandpa used to say we shouldn’t make those faces because we might just get stuck like that?”
Luke turned his head, his forehead creased with confusion, apparently trying to figure out what the hell Logan was talking about. He put him out of his misery. “Well, it looks like you’ve been smiling too damn much lately and your face got stuck.”
“Oh, shut the hell up.” Luke laughed, something Logan noticed he was doing much more of recently.
“So, I take it things are still going well?”
“Never better.” Luke answered, downing half of his beer. “How could it not?”
True, Logan thought. His twin had finally let down some of those walls he’d erected in order to keep everyone at a distance and after what seemed like a damn long time, he’d finally ended up right where he wanted to be.
“Where’s Cole?” Logan asked.
“Alex has him running his ass off. He’s at some conference in Austin this weekend.”
Logan thought about it for a second and wondered how their relationship worked out. With three people to consider at any given time, he figured there would be some serious jealousy going on when one of them was away. Granted, he never got that impression from any of them, but he still couldn’t get his mind around it.
Maybe that was because he was a damn possessive man and when it came to Sam, he wanted to know that she belonged to him and only him. Always. At least as far as her love was concerned.
Sharing her body? Now that was an entirely different story. Only because he wanted to watch the way her eyes smoldered when she was turned on or the way her body ignited when another man touched her. Not that she had been with another man besides Luke since Logan met her, but the memories were enough to make his cock stand tall.
“So how’d it go with Tag?” Luke asked, pulling Logan back to the present.
“Well I think. He’s coming over tonight, but Sam doesn’t know that yet.” Logan watched his brother for any sign of a reaction. When it came to Sam’s well-being, Logan wanted to ensure she would never be hurt and if Luke knew something Logan didn’t, he hoped his brother would tell him.
“Well, I think Tag’s a smart choice.” Luke offered, settling some of Logan’s nerves.
“Yeah? Why is that?”
“Cole is certainly in his corner, and when he backs you up, you know it’s for a good reason. Not to mention, Tag’s not looking for anything right now, which makes him a prime candidate.”
True. Logan wasn’t looking for someone permanent, but he was looking for consistency. He damn sure wasn’t interested in sharing his wife with multiple people. Since Tag wasn’t in a relationship at the moment, and didn’t seem to be engaging in any activities at the club, Logan hoped this could be a repeat adventure for them, but he wasn’t going to hold his breath.
“How does Sam feel about this?” Luke asked.
That was a good question, one Logan had given a ton of thought to.
“We haven’t out and out talked about it, but I know she’s hoping for something to happen. I don’t know if she would ever tell me straight out that she wants to bring another man into our relationship, but she hints from time to time.”
Especially when they were in bed. Logan had encouraged her to share her fantasies, and it appeared Sam was beginning to think they were his. Sure, he was excited about the pleasure he knew this would bring his wife, but when it came down to it, if she wasn’t willing, he wasn’t either.
But that was neither here nor there. Tonight they would find out how onboard she was with the idea.
~*~*~
“Well, it’s official.” Sam stated when Sierra joined her and Ashleigh at the table. “Your glow must be permanent.”
That ignited a smile on Sierra’s face that warmed Sam’s heart. It was good to see her friend so happy.
“I won’t disagree with you. I have to admit, I’m having the time of my life.” Sierra added as she perused the menu. “I’m starving. Did you order already?”
“No, we’ve been waiting for you.” Ashleigh grinned. “Let me guess, you had to give Cole an appropriate send off?”
Sierra laughed, and Sam watched closely.
“Maybe.” She teased then sat up straight when the waitress approached.
The three of them put in their orders and waited for the waitress to leave the table once again.
“So how are you and Alex?” Sam asked Ashleigh.
“Good. Nothing exciting on that front. At least not right now.”
Sam knew that Ashleigh and Alex were seeing each other, but for some reason, the two of them weren’t sharing much with anyone else. Not that their relationship was any of Sam’s business, but being that the three of them were meeting a couple of times a week, Sam was starting to worry about her friend.
“Where is he?” Sam inquired, glancing over at Sierra then back at Ashleigh.
“He’s at a conference in Austin. Both he and Cole left this morning. I think my brother’s joining them on this trip as well.” Ashleigh offered, but she didn’t look happy about the news.
“How long will they be gone?”
“Until tomorrow.” Sierra said. “Alex has been gone a lot lately, I hear.”
Sam knew he had been, she worked for the man. But she also knew it wasn’t always business that was taking him away, but no one seemed to know what or who was taking up so much of his time.
“I guess. I’m too busy to notice most of the time.” Ashleigh looked as though she wanted to be talking about anything except for Alex, and Sam couldn’t fault her for it. If she didn’t want to talk about it, obvious from her apparent lie, she didn’t want to push.
“So, tell me more about this BDSM equipment that you’ve got up in your gameroom.” Sam asked Sierra, immediately changing the subject for Ashleigh’s sake.
Sierra blushed profusely which made Sam smile.
“It’s interesting, I can tell you that much.”
Sierra’s lack of detail was a little disappointing, but Sam hadn’t made it that far in life by not asking questions. “Have you guys added any more to the collection?”
“Collection?” Sierra’s eyes widened. “I wouldn’t say that the couple of things we have would constitute a collection, but no, none of us have an interest in that sort of thing.”
Sam didn’t imagine Sierra needed much outside stimulation when she was currently the filling in one hell of a sex sandwich. She knew from experience exactly what it was like to have two men focused intently on her and even if she only admitted it to herself, she felt a pang of jealousy.
Obviously they were going to dodge topics today because Ashleigh quickly changed the subject, this time talking about her current novel in the works. That was one thing they’d all three gotten used to in the past few weeks. Ashleigh, also known as Ashton Leigh, seemed thrilled with the idea that she now had a couple of people to bounce her ideas off of.
“I need for one of you to explain what it’s like to have a threesome.” She stunned them both simultaneously.
“Ummm, like in detail?” Sierra asked, glancing to Sam as though she wanted help with getting out of this one.
“Yes.”
“Are you telling me that you’ve never had a threesome?” Sam asked, knowing the answer, but trying to get Ashleigh to talk.
“That’s what I’m saying.” She confirmed, smiling. “And don’t go acting like it’s an everyday occurrence. I seriously doubt you had one before you met Logan.”
“True.” Sam said, but then realized she couldn’t very well go into detail because the only person she’d experienced a ménage with was Luke. Since Sierra was at the table, she wasn’t comfortable sharing those intimate details. Not that she would anyway.
“Are you considering having a threesome?” Sierra asked, concern written on her face.
“Oh goodness no. Well, not in the near future anyway. I’m in the middle of planning out my next book, and I think my readers would seriously get into the idea of a ménage, but since I don’t have a clue what it’s like, I can’t very well write about it.”
“Are you telling me that you have firsthand experience on everything you’ve written about? Because let me tell you, I’ve read your books, and some of the things you write about are well past anything I could have ever fantasized about.” Sam offered, leaning back when the waitress came with their food.
The three of them had to wait once more while their food was placed in front of them, and their waitress happily checked to see if they needed anything else. As soon as the woman was out of earshot, Sam stared at Ashleigh, waiting for her answer.
“Well, no, that’s not what I’m saying. It’s just that...”
Sam didn’t know how Ashleigh was going to dig herself out of this one, but she was waiting patiently, her grumbling stomach not terribly happy with her at the moment.
“Ok, no. I don’t have any experience. I mean none whatsoever.” Ashleigh admitted with a sigh.
Was she saying...? Sam’s eyes widened as she tried to comprehend what her friend was telling her, but before she could voice what was on her mind, Sierra beat her to it.
“You’re a virgin?”
Ashleigh glanced back and forth around their table before grimacing. “Good grief, announce it to the entire restaurant why don’t you.”
“Oh my goodness.” Sierra was apparently out of words.
“Holy crap, Ashleigh. How in the world have you come up with the material you’ve plied your readers with? I have to admit, I’m addicted to these erotic romance novels you’ve got going on, but I would have never imagined you could come up with some of that stuff without any experience whatsoever.”
“Addicted? Hmmm... I like that.” Ashleigh beamed. “It’s not that hard really. Just because I’ve never had an orgasm at the hands of a man, doesn’t mean I haven’t experienced one for myself.” She laughed as she poured ketchup on her plate like they were talking about the weather and not an intensely personal aspect of her life.
“But...” Again Sierra seemed to be overwhelmed to the point she couldn’t even finish a sentence.
Ashleigh laughed, but then her smile died a quick and painful death and she looked more than serious, staring back and forth between both women. “Don’t you dare tell another living soul. I mean no one. Not Logan,” she said, looking at Sam, “and not Cole or Luke,” she told Sierra. “Nobody whatsoever.”
“Does Alex know?” Sam couldn’t imagine what his reaction would have been if Ashleigh told him.
“Good God no! I mean seriously. I’m almost thirty years old. Could you imagine what he’d say if he were to find out?”
No. No, she couldn’t.
On top of that, Sam didn’t know how the hell Ashleigh Thomas had made it this far without ever giving in to temptation. She did want to be a fly on the wall when Alex found out though. That was going to be comical.