Four
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At six thirty, Sam was surprised to see Logan standing in the doorway of her office. He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t look upset either, so she had delayed asking how his meeting went.
He took her to a local Mexican food restaurant not far from the office, where they spent an entire hour talking about work and where she was at with her project.
The conversation wasn’t one she would have had with a boss under normal circumstances, which said a lot about what was going on and what their next steps would be.
Sam enjoyed the fact that she and Logan shared the same interests, being able to talk openly about work, both of them seeming to be working toward the same goal. It was especially nice that he didn’t treat her as his employee when they talked outside of the office. The problem was that Logan wasn’t divulging any information about the meeting he had with Xavier and Alex either.
She was past the point of curious, but more cautious than anything, which is what kept her from asking questions. Questions she did and did not want to know the answers to.
She could only conclude the meeting had been serious, because Logan seemed more focused on work, which normally didn’t bother Sam so much, but tonight, when he wasn’t talking about work, he just wasn’t talking.
After the check was paid, Sam took the hand Logan offered and allowed him to lead her to the car. Once they were there, he turned his attention to her, taking her by surprise.
“So, I was thinking.”
“That’s scary.” Sam teased, wondering if now was the time he was going to break the news to her.
“Funny.” Logan smiled down at her, and Sam felt the spark in the air around them.
“Remember that treat I promised you?”
Sam’s head jerked back to meet his gaze as her insides began to riot. After the last time he’d ‘treated’ her to something, Sam had only imagined how he would top that. She felt the wet heat between her legs, caused only by the memory of that night.
“I remember.” She found it odd that she actually hoped it would be another night like the last.
Did that make her a pervert? God, she hoped not. But, just the thought of what happened a month ago made her temperature rise. Based on the way his hazel eyes turned even darker, Logan must have been able to read her anticipation.
She avoided looking down, but wondered whether he was just as affected by the possibilities as she was.
He left her hanging, opening the car door and waiting until she was inside. Once inside, she waited for him to climb in on the other side, and as soon as he was in, she threw a question at him.
“When you made the original offer, I thought it involved a movie?” Trying to read his expression was like trying to find a contact lens in the dark. Outside.
The man wasn’t going to give away his little secret. Not when he knew it was driving her crazy. If he had hoped to take her mind off of the meeting he had with Xavier, Logan succeeded. Now her sole focus was on wondering what was in store for her tonight.
“Well, I was thinking maybe a little hot tub action would be good tonight.”
Sam pretended to give thought to his suggestion. It made more sense, since a movie would be moot being that neither of them would be paying much attention to it.
“Hot tub, huh?”
“It sounded like a great way to relax.”
Sam could tell he was trying for indifferent, but the way he was squeezing her hand just a little tighter than normal, said he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. She felt the giant butterflies take flight in her stomach. She couldn’t help but be nervous. Excited, but nervous nonetheless.
Would it be the same as last time? She seriously doubted it would be. Not with Logan. She didn’t figure anything would ever be routine with him. And that thought excited her even more.
Once the car was parked in the garage, alongside the Corvette and his Silverado, Sam waited to see what would happen next. The last time they’d done this, she’d exited the vehicle practically naked.
She didn’t have to wait long because Logan exited the car, coming around to her side just as she was letting herself out. Feeling a bit letdown by what wasn’t happening, Sam forced a smile on her face.
“Don’t worry, I promise, this’ll be good.” Logan reassured her, apparently seeing her disappointment.
Ten minutes later they were on the veranda, Logan set about lighting candles strategically placed from the doors to the pool. “So, why haven’t you put a television out here yet?”
“Hmmm. Good question. I’m a man after all, and we definitely like our toys.” He retorted, grinning sheepishly.
The atmosphere was once again romantic with candles lit along the walkway to the hot tub. The hot tub was actually separate from the pool, equipped with reclining seats, and a multitude of various jets.
Against the house, a large couch, if you could actually call it that, lined the back wall, curving around to enclose the seating area. About fifteen feet long, and double the depth of a normal couch, with large throw pillows tossed about, the thing was a monstrosity.
The entire area was discretely sheltered by the roof and the surrounding foliage, obviously kept high to keep out prying eyes. Sam grinned to herself – it was the perfect area to skinny dip in.
“Would you like a drink?” Logan asked, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, her arms resting over the top of his.
“A little liquid courage, huh? Sure. I’ll take vodka and 7-Up.”
“Do you trust me, Sam?” This time he whispered in her ear as he continued to hold her.
“I trust you.” She confirmed, but didn’t move to look at him.
The words were coming out easier, more conviction behind them. And now, after all the time that had passed, not only did she trust him with her body, she trusted him with her heart.
In the end, she might have a broken heart, but the chance to be with him, even if it didn’t last forever, was worth every bit.
“Do you trust me to take you places you’ve never been before?” His deep voice rumbled in her ear as his tongue gently swept the sensitive area of her neck, just below her ear.
She nodded her head, even as she tilted it to the side to allow him better access. His lips gently graced the sensitive skin, and, for a moment, she thought her knees would buckle. “I’m eager to go those places with you.”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to do exactly what I tell you.”
Nodding her understanding, Sam lifted her arms so his hands could slide out from under hers. Her spine tingled when his hands ventured beneath her shirt onto her sides, his warmth and strength penetrated her nerve endings.
“Same rules as last time. No questions. Tonight’s about your pleasure. Understand?”
“Yes.” She said, already wondering what she was getting herself into.
Logan pulled his hands away, leaving her body cold after the heat he had generated. “I’m going to get our drinks. You relax on the couch until I get back.”
Sam hesitated and realized Logan wasn’t going to go until she had done as he told her. She shuffled over, lowering herself onto the puffy cushion as he turned and walked away.
Doing exactly as he’d instructed, Sam removed her sandals, pulling her feet up under her and lying back on one of the throw pillows. From where she was, she noticed the hot tub jets come to life, the soft colored lights reflecting off of the water inside of the giant tub.
After the week she’d had, she was looking forward to relaxing in the warm water. Would she have to be blind folded this time? She guessed that would depend on whether or not anyone would be joining them.
Was it strange to be so eager to have two men again? Would it be the same one? She couldn’t imagine Logan being the type to invite different people into his bed so to speak. Despite his apparent sexual hunger, Logan was an intensely private person, so she assumed if they did have company, he’d be the same one.
Closing her eyes, she willed herself to relax, listening to the soft music that began playing from the speakers overhead.
The sound of the door opening, then closing again jarred Sam awake. She must have dozed for a minute. When Logan came around, he was carrying two glasses, and she noticed he’d removed his shoes at some point.
Sitting up, she reached for one of the glasses, waiting while he got comfortable beside her. As was the usual routine, Logan pulled her closer against his side, one arm around behind her shoulders. It was a position she’d come to cherish, being held by this man.
“Do you think it’s warm enough yet?” His breath was warm on her ear, and she felt her stomach do the flippy thing it did when he was around.
Sam assumed he was talking about the hot tub, but she could think of some other things that were warming up quite nicely. “Not sure, but I think it’s getting warm rather quickly.”
Sam held her breath when Logan moved to set his drink on the table. When he moved closer, sweeping her hair off of her neck, she shuddered. And when he pressed his lips to her neck, she nearly came right there.
“Do you know what I want, Sam?”
Sam tilted her head, careful not to spill her drink as she hoped she knew the answer to Logan’s question. “No, I don’t. Tell me.”
Slowly trailing kisses down her neck, Sam shivered, waiting for what he would say. The deep, thundering tone of his voice was enough to set her off, much less the erotic things he told her.
“I want to watch you.” Logan pressed his lips at the back of her neck, then moved to the opposite side. “I want to watch another man pleasure you.”
Was it possible to have an orgasm from words alone? Her womb clenched and a spiraling heat traveled through her core.
“The other night, it made me so fucking hard to watch you. Watching as he lapped at your pussy.” Logan nipped her earlobe. “Watching when you came in his mouth.”
Sam shuttered, hovering on the brink of an orgasm so intense, she didn’t think she’d be able to move afterward. And he’d barely touched her.
“Can I watch, Sam?”
Sam couldn’t turn to look at him in the position she was in, so she took a sip of her rather strong drink, and nodded her head. If he wasn’t careful, he’d make her come before he ever had a chance to watch anything.
“Say it, Sam.” Logan insisted.
“Yes. You can watch.”
~*~*~
Logan inhaled deep, wondering for the first time how Sam was going to react when she saw Luke. The other night, she’d been blindfolded, and Luke had been careful not to let her see him; nor had he stuck around afterward. Suddenly, he questioned his decision and wondered if he should warn her beforehand.
He distracted himself by nibbling her neck, reaching around to remove her now empty glass from her hands. Before he’d set the glass down beside his own, the French doors opened behind them.
Logan downed his own drink quickly, needing a dose of liquid courage to help him get through the next few minutes.
“Remember, no questions.” Logan whispered, sucking more insistently on the soft skin of her shoulder, waiting for her reaction.
“Ohmigod.” Logan barely heard Sam’s whisper, but he felt her body tense, noticed the way she pushed back against him ever so slightly.
Luke McCoy walked around the end of the couch, his hands tucked into his pockets, a crooked smile on his lips and Logan knew Sam thought she was being deceived.
The man was the spitting image of Logan himself, his identical twin brother, only two minutes older.
Logan didn’t talk much about his brother, at least not at work, and he usually never referenced the fact that he was a twin. For those who knew them both, they knew that both brothers shared a tremendous amount of similarities. They looked so much alike, even their grandfather hadn’t been able to tell them apart much of the time.
“Stand up.” Logan commanded Sam, waiting to see if she would utilize the safe word to end this before it got started. She didn’t hesitate, but she didn’t hurry to move from her position, slowly sliding her feet out from under her until they touched the floor, then pushing up until she was standing directly in front of Luke.
“Take her clothes off.” This time the command was for Luke, who only glanced his way briefly.
Logan knew what Sam saw when she looked at Luke. She saw him. They walked the same, dressed the same, and even had the same voice. Luke carried himself the same way as Logan, both of them standing at six and a half feet tall.
Logan was pretty sure that if they wanted, they could trick her easily, and she wouldn’t be able to tell either of them apart. That wouldn’t be happening though, because, although he and Luke might share women from time to time, this particular one belonged to him.
They’d shared many women between them, most of them generally ones Luke was seeing, but the occasional girl from Logan’s past was privy to one of their threesomes. They hadn’t been like this though. The possessive streak Logan had developed since meeting Samantha was fierce, growing in its intensity as each day passed.
Logan tried to fade into the background so to speak, only wanting to instruct when necessary, but wanting to watch as another man, one who happened to look just like him, pleasured Sam.
She stood motionless at the edge of the couch, Luke standing only inches away now.
“You’re beautiful.” Luke whispered, sliding his hand down Sam’s cheek. Logan knew what that felt like, knew the way his heart squeezed in his chest when Sam looked at him like he could do anything.