Entrusted (Club Destiny #7)(38)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Lay on the couch, Sam,” Logan told her, his eyes still locked with Elijah’s. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”

The man definitely understood.

While Logan began to undress, Elijah helped Sam over to the couch, assisting her, as she lay flat on her back. When she was in place, Elijah situated his knee between her thighs and climbed over her so that he was directly atop her, holding his weight with his arms.

“Sam,” he whispered, his heart pounding loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. “Kiss me, Samantha.”

And with that, Elijah lowered his head and met her lips with his. Briefly. Tentatively. Just a soft caress of her mouth against his until she sighed. When she did, he slipped his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, meeting hers.

The world exploded behind his closed eyes, a light show of epic proportions went off as their tongues melded together, seeking, searching.

Oh, fuck. He hadn’t kissed a woman like this… in a long, long time.

Knowing Logan would be joining them, Elijah managed to move over to Sam’s side, his back against the cushions of the couch, their mouths never separating.

Elijah opened his eyes to see Logan join them; his long, trim body laid out on Sam’s other side. Elijah pulled her closer to him to offer the other man more room. With Sam on her back, sandwiched between them while they rested on their sides facing her, neither of them were hindered from taking what they sought.

Pulling his mouth from hers, Elijah continued to watch as Logan tipped her chin toward him and pressed his lips to hers. God, that was hot. Sam met Logan’s lips with the same passion she’d met his. The kiss lingered until it heated another notch, getting hotter, igniting into an inferno of need that was threatening to consume them all.

Elijah didn’t wait to be invited. He shifted slightly and then leaned down to take the tip of Sam’s perfect pink nipple into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

She moaned, the sound muffled by Logan’s mouth on hers, but that only encouraged Elijah to continue. To drive her as crazy as she was driving him.

The next thing he knew, Sam’s hand was in his hair, holding him to her and Logan was torturing her other breast with his mouth while she cried out.

“God, yes. Please, touch me. Logan. Elijah. I need you both.”

Elijah’s body trembled from her words. She had said his name and he was surprised he hadn’t gone off right then and there.

When Elijah pulled back, Logan did also and the two of them looked at one another over her naked body.

“Taste her,” Logan instructed him before turning his attention to Sam. “Do you want Eli to lick your pussy, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she begged, arching her back as though she were trying to get closer to them both.

“How bad do you want it?” Logan asked her. “Tell us.”

“God, please, Elijah. Yes, lick me.”

Elijah pressed his lips to her mouth one last time as he crawled over her once again, his knee between her thighs, the warmth of her pussy pressed against him. He released her lips and then kissed a trail down her sternum, between her breasts over her stomach. Due to the proximity, his arm brushed against Logan’s chest but neither of them jerked away as though they’d been burned.

“Please,” Sam pleaded again, louder this time. “I need you, Eli.”

Oh, hell.

Elijah knew he was a goner. Right then and there.

Chapter Twelve

Sam wasn’t above begging. In fact, she would’ve gotten down on her knees if she thought it would help, but that would defeat the purpose. Right now, she was right where she wanted to be.

These two men… Their hands on her. Their bodies crushed against hers, they filled her with warmth, with blinding, aching need. But more than that, they filled her with a sense of security that she usually only received from Logan.

“Lift your head, baby,” Logan urged, briefly distracting her from the man kneeling between her thighs.

Sam lifted her head and felt the blindfold give. Logan was removing it. She kept her eyes closed briefly, peeking out until she could get used to the dim light that surrounded them. Once she did, she glanced down to see Elijah between her legs, his incredible body solid and tight, and his hair mussed from where she’d grabbed his head only moments before.

“I want you to watch him,” Logan told her, still lying at her side.

Sam took Logan’s hand, twining their fingers as she glanced up at him. She smiled and when he smiled back, she knew he was just as caught up in the moment as she was.

“Oh, God!” Sam cried out as Elijah pressed his mouth to her pussy, his tongue sliding between her folds. There had been no warning, although if she’d been paying attention, she should’ve seen him lower his head.