Sam started to smile, showing his even white teeth, but quickly shut it down. He indicated a flat, padded bench close to a sink. It was covered with a crisp white sheet. “Go lie down, face first,” he ordered.
“Sam.” Abby let the ache in her heart bleed through to her voice. “Sam, please.”
His face was harsh as he turned back. “Am I not even worth obeying?”
Abby gasped, and her arms went around Sam’s naked chest. “Sam, how can you say that?”
He stood rigid in her embrace, and Abby wondered how she was going to reach him. “I can say that because you’re not on the table, Abigail.”
Abby reluctantly let him go and walked to the table. She lay down on the warmed sheet that covered the comfortable massage table and placed her head in the padded slot designed to let her breathe. She was quiet and entirely subdued as Sam poured warm oil onto her skin and began to rub his hands down her back. He started at the base of her neck and ran his thumbs on either side of her spine.
Abby didn’t resist him in any way, but she took no pleasure from the ministrations, either. All she felt was a crushing guilt. She had screwed everything up when she was just trying to make it right. She thought she was doing the right thing. She had tried to protect them.
“Relax.” Sam sounded impatient.
“I’m trying,” Abby muttered, but it was impossible when she couldn’t figure out how to heal the breach between the two of them. She was willing to do just about anything.
Suddenly, it just seemed like too much. Despite her success in forcing people to let her into their stores, she knew it would be a fight to make a place for herself here. And now, with Sam angry and unwilling to speak to her, she had doubts as to putting herself between Sam and his best friend. They had been together for so much longer. It wasn’t fair for her to come between them. She had been the catalyst for Jack changing the rules, and Sam was obviously not okay with that.
“You’re crying.” It sounded a little like an accusation to Abby’s ears.
“No, I’m not.” As she said it, she couldn’t stop a little sniffle.
“Damn it, Abigail, I feel your tears hitting my feet,” Sam complained.
“I’ll stop.”
Sam sighed, and he knelt down. His face was suddenly in view, his head at an awkward angle as he looked up at her. “Why are you crying, Abby?” His voice was softer now.
“You’re mad at me, and I don’t know how to make it up to you.” Abby pushed against the table, forcing herself up. Sam popped up, standing beside her. “I got you in trouble with Jack.”
Sam frowned. “I got me in trouble with Jack, Abby. I left you alone. He gave me explicit instructions, and I didn’t follow them. I’m upset with myself.”
“I’m not…” She quickly closed her mouth when she realized what she was about to say.
“If I were Jack, you would be over my knee right now.” Sam’s entire body was tense.
“I’m sorry.” She was pretty sure she had said those words about a hundred times today. It had been her day for fucking things up. She reached out and ran her hands along the cut plane of his chest. “I’m not used to anyone caring about me the way the two of you do. I’m used to being the one to bear the burden. It’s my fault, too, you know.”
“How do you figure?”
“I knew Jack didn’t want me to be alone,” Abby admitted. “I could have, should have followed you. I walked into that café. The minute I saw Ruby Echols sitting there with her cronies, I should have marched back out and stayed with you. I can’t win with her. It doesn’t even pay to try.”
A slow smile started to cross Sam’s face. “Put like that, it does seem more like your fault than mine.”
“Sam,” Abby said, trying to pull him close, “I love you. I really do, but if I’m coming between you and Jack, then I should go. I don’t want to break the two of you up.”
Sam’s blue eyes were wide. “Abby, I was just thinking the same damn thing except that I should leave.”
“What do you mean?”
Sam looked down for a moment, and when he finally met her eyes, he looked bleak. “Abby, I want a true threesome.” He sat there, seemingly waiting for her shock and dismay.
“You want Jack,” Abby breathed.
Sam nodded slowly, as though admitting it made it real and something they had to deal with. “I want Jack, and I want you. I know what that makes me, but I can’t help what I want. It’s just gotten stronger since we met you. I want the three of us together in all ways. Jack loves you like he’s never loved anyone else. I’m going to freak him out and upset you. Maybe it would be better if I left and let you and Jack have a normal marriage.”
“I don’t want a normal marriage.” Abby spread her legs, completely heedless of her nudity. She pulled Sam in and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his chest. “I want you and me and Jack.”
Sam sighed and finally gave up part of the fight. He relaxed in her arms. “Baby, think about it for a minute. I want to make love with Jack, real-live gay sex.”
“Do I get to watch?” Abby asked brightly.
“Abby?”
Abby shrugged and snuggled closer to him. He was hard, and she almost had him where she wanted him. “It’s not gay if a girl watches,” Abby tried. She was happy now that she understood the problem. It wasn’t a problem at all in her mind. It was more like wish fulfillment.
“I think most of the planet would disagree with you,” Sam said ruefully, but she noted he was pressing himself against her now.
Abby tried to keep her breathing under control. She wiggled, and the head of his dick hit her clit. Just a little more, she thought. “Who cares what the rest of the planet thinks, Sam? We’re involved in a committed ménage à trois where, apparently, two of us are sexually submissive to the dominant male. Oh, and I spent most of the day walking around with a plug stuck up my ass. What’s a little gay sex? It’s practically the most normal thing we’ll do.”
Sam’s smile was a little awestruck. “You’re fine with it?”
Abby nodded quickly, wanting to soothe his fears so she could get back to her subversive plan to come before Jack got here. “As long as I get to watch.”
Sam beamed down at her. “You are one righteous pervert, Abigail-almost-Barnes.”
“I’m fine with that.” Abby wasn’t ashamed. She was doing terribly dirty things with men she loved and trusted and was willing to commit herself to. She didn’t see anything wrong with it. Now all she had to do was get him to stroke her one more time with that hard cock of his…
Sam took a forceful step back. “You’re also going to get me in a shitload of trouble. I know what you’re trying to do. No, Abby. Jack said no orgasm for you.”
“But, Sam!” She had been so close.
“No,” Sam said firmly. “And now you spent all your massage time trying to tempt me into disobeying Jack. Not happening, baby. We have exactly five minutes to get you ready. Go lay down on the bench.”
Abby pouted but got down. It was obvious Sam was beyond temptation now, but at least the haunted look was off his face. Abby went on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his full lips. “I love you, Sam.”
“I love the hell out of you, Abigail,” he replied with a ready smile. “As for the rest of it, we’ll see. I don’t know how Jack will handle it. I don’t know if that’s what he wants.”
“I’ll handle Jack.” Abby was looking forward to it. “We just have to take it slow.” She walked over to the whipping bench and settled herself down. The bench narrowed a bit in the middle. She discovered her breasts hung over either side and her pussy was left hanging off the bench.