“Where?” she asked, looking away long enough to see what was going on around them.
“I’ve got a room,” he told her, but Sam could see he was about to elaborate. She didn’t say a word. “I’ve reserved a room upstairs that has a swing similar to that one,” he told her, motioning toward the sex swing that had been set up on the main floor.
Sam had heard rumors that the sex swing had been a huge hit on the club’s first theme night. So much so, they were apparently going to keep it as a nightly attraction for now.
Sam sucked in a sharp breath as realization dawned, her eyes slamming back to his.
A swing? Was he serious?
Excitement had her stomach bottoming out. They were really going to do this. Experiment with BDSM. Just the two of them. She fought the urge to turn back to Mistress Serena’s scene. There was no way it would be like that, would it?
She was suddenly grateful Logan had opted to make tonight private. It was one thing to try something new. It was something entirely different to do it in front of so many inquisitive eyes.
Looking around again, she took stock of what was happening around her. She had been so engrossed in Mistress Serena’s scene that she hadn’t even noticed that there were quite a few more people than when they had arrived a short while ago.
There was a couple, right at that very moment, getting it on on one of the couches. The woman was leaning over the back of the couch while one man was plowing her from behind. Another man was sitting on the couch, teasing the woman’s breasts and kissing her in the process. No wasting time for those three.
The sight sent a shiver of anticipation through Sam.
Her attention strayed, and she found her gaze transfixed on Luke, Cole and Sierra. More specifically Cole. On his knees, sucking Luke into his mouth while Sierra stood behind him, her hands sliding through his blond hair.
God, that was hot.
So fucking hot.
Not that she ever wanted another man to touch Logan or vice versa, but to watch Luke and Cole… It was erotic.
Logan must’ve noticed what she was looking at because once again he was talking, leaning in close to her ear. “Is there something else you’d prefer to be doing?”
I want a threesome, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. It was the truth though and the desire was hammered home by the fact that there were quite a few threesomes going on around her right at that moment.
Like a sign. One that taunted her with something she couldn’t have.
A threesome with her husband and another man was what she wanted and she knew there was no way to deny it at this point. However, tonight was about experimenting with something they hadn’t done before. Something that might possibly take her mind off the threesomes.
Not likely, but whatever.
“No, the swing sounds like fun,” she finally told him.
She needed to come to terms with the fact that there wouldn’t be a third in their future. Since neither she, nor Logan, was looking for a permanent third, and there was no way to get a man to commit to forever without getting something more than sex out of the deal, she had to accept there would be no positive outcome.
She and Logan wanted two different things when it came to a polyamorous relationship. She knew that.
Logan took her hand and she allowed him to lead her toward the stairs. She followed as he ascended to the second floor and then directed her down the narrow hall that overlooked the main floor. One last glance over to Luke, Cole and Sierra before Sam swallowed hard and accepted her fate.
A threesome wasn’t in the cards for her.
She did her best to hide her disappointment.
“Do you want me to make sure no one comes in?” Logan asked as they stepped inside the small room.
Sam stopped in the center of the room, ignoring the bright white walls and the row of matching cabinets on one side, choosing instead to look at the swing hanging from a steel beam overhead.
Ok, now this looked interesting.
All thoughts of threesomes disappearing, Sam’s body reignited at the thought of what Logan was about to do to her.
“No,” she told him without turning back to look at him. The fact that someone could watch them was part of the excitement.
Logan made his way over to her, pressing his front to her back, his cock still stiff between them. When his hands caressed her shoulders, his fingers sliding beneath the thin straps of her dress, Sam closed her eyes as he easily slid them down her arms.
Within seconds, Logan had worked the dress down her body, the silk pooling at her feet, while the cool air in the small room immediately tickled her skin.
Ok, so they weren’t going to waste any time. That was completely fine with her. As it was, just Logan’s mere presence made her body burn, her lust coalescing into turbulent, driving need.