They had quickly learned that the whole threesome thing was a double-edged sword. Despite how much they enjoyed it, Sam feared she was going to get hurt.
That was why they had opted to forgo threesomes shortly after Tag had ended their sexcapades. Although, she couldn’t lie and say that she hadn’t thought about them because she had. A lot. For the last year and a half, she had held out hope that they might get back to that place one day.
She’d actually believed for a short period that they might’ve reached that point when they were introduced to Xander Boone, an extremely handsome, single man whom Sam had found herself attracted to.
At that point, the thoughts of threesomes had returned with a vengeance.
It didn’t help that there were many times when she and Logan were alone that he would tell her exactly what he wanted another man to do to her. His deep, rich baritone, mixed with his graphic narration always set her aflame. No matter the time or place.
Of course, when she found out that Logan had considered propositioning Xander, she’d found the idea intriguing, even if she’d been momentarily terrified. She wasn’t scared of Xander, but the thought of what she would ultimately want from another untraditional relationship weighed heavily on her mind. After all, they had believed that Xander was an unattached man, and that meant he could move on at any time, especially if love came knocking on his door.
After watching Xander and Mercedes, despite what the two of them had said about their relationship – or more accurately, their friendship – Sam wasn’t at all convinced that things between them were strictly platonic.
But that wasn’t even the point. It was no longer about Xander. She wasn’t interested, and she knew he wasn’t either.
The point was that Sam felt as though she was getting in over her head. Perhaps she was.
It wasn’t a secret that their previous threesomes hadn’t worked, so she had no clue why she would think it could happen now. Especially because Sam knew deep down that she wanted more from a polyamorous relationship than just sex. Not that she had mentioned that to Logan. Yet.
But then he’d come up with the proposal of BDSM.
She didn’t mind experimenting, but was that something they would use to replace the threesomes? Could it be enough to sate those specific urges that the two of them had?
Doubtful.
Double-checking that her mascara hadn’t clumped, Sam attempted to rein in her thoughts. Now that she was dressed and ready, she was more than a little excited. Logan had something planned for tonight; she could feel it.
“Are you almost ready?” Logan called from the bedroom, successfully distracting her.
Sam took a step back, staring at the woman in the mirror, her smile not forced. Yep, she was ready. A little too ready. “One minute,” she replied, grabbing her brush and running it through her hair one last time. Once she was finished, she stepped into the bedroom to find Logan sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come here.” He beckoned her toward him by crooking his finger and she complied.
With him sitting on the bed and her standing, Sam came to a stop directly in front of him.
“Did you need something?” she asked coyly.
“I want to see what you’re wearing,” he explained, his hands sliding down over her hips. His hazel eyes had caught fire, the passion and heat she was so familiar with seemed to glow from within.
“Just a dress.” One of her favorites, but he already knew that. The short sequined sheath actually accentuated her curvy body better than any other dress she owned. If she could get away with it, she would wear it all the time.
“Hmmm, but I’m more interested in what’s beneath the dress,” Logan said with a mischievous grin.
Beneath? Sam returned the grin, enjoying the feel of Logan’s warm hands as they slid under the hem of her dress.
While her toes dug into the plush carpet beneath her bare feet, Sam moaned as Logan’s slightly rough fingers roamed over the skin of her upper thighs, higher.
“Logan.” His name came out on a breathy moan as she waited ever so impatiently for him to continue.
“I think you should go without these tonight,” Logan said as he hooked his fingers beneath the thin string of her thong along her hip.
Sam squeezed her thighs together, halting his progress. Go without panties? Tonight? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she pleaded.
“I do.” His response left no room for argument and her body temperature rose even higher.
She loved the demanding side of Logan, the side that told her how much control he had over her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t argue her point a little. It’s what she did. “What if I refuse?” she whispered.