When Morning Comes (2 page)

“What?
No way.”
Ryan grabbed his arm. “We can enjoy him together, can’t we?”

Oh,
God.
No they couldn’t. Not tonight. Logan couldn’t handle it tonight. “No.” The word
was a whisper. He cleared his throat. “This is for you. Besides, I’ve got my
own plans.
Gonna
go get me some ass as well.”
Actually his plans were to go back to his condo and drown his sorrows in
scotch, but Ryan didn’t need to know that. Lots of things his friend didn’t
need to know.

“No, you’re not.” Ryan smiled at him, a
smile wide and blinding in its brightness. Logan loved that smile. “You’re
staying put.”

“Ry, no.
He
didn’t sign up for two people. That’s a different fantasy altogether. We can’t
blindside the poor guy like that.”

“We’ll give him the choice.” Ryan
shrugged. “It’ll be up to him.”

“No.” Logan shook his head. His nails
dug into his palm. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” His throat hurt. He couldn’t do it.

“You
will.”

A
knock sounded on the door. Logan’s pulse leapt.

“Open
the door, Ryan.” Logan looked around for his car keys. “I
gotta
go.” He turned away.

“No, Logan.” Ryan touched him, his
shoulder, but the heat sank through Logan’s shirt and seeped into his skin.

Logan closed his eyes. His control was
frayed beyond belief. All the years of keeping himself in check were finally
getting to him. He had to get away before he lost it completely.

The
knock came again.

“Open
the door, Ryan,” he said sharply. “I have to go.”

“Don’t
move, Logan.”

He froze, his cock throbbing.
Fuck
. How many times had he lain in bed
and jacked off to that stern voice in his head, telling him what to do? How
many times had he shouted Ryan’s name as he came, spilling in his fist? How
many times had he fucked someone, wishing he was the one at the bottom and Ryan
was above him, pounding him into the mattress? He’d never have it, not if he
spilled his guts, not if he told Ryan how much he loved him. And tonight of all
nights, sharing a partner, watching Ryan dominate someone all while wishing
he
was the submissive?

No.
Hell no.

He spun around as Ryan opened the door.
A tall blond stood in the doorway, a hesitant smile on his face.

“Hi, I’m Cassidy James. I—” His gaze
lifted from Ryan to Logan hovering nearby. A shadow crossed the guy’s face.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“It’s okay. I was just leaving.” Logan
stepped toward the door, and Ryan grabbed his arm.

“Come in.” Ryan waved Cassidy inside,
but the young man hesitated.

“Ry, can’t you see he’s nervous?” Logan
rolled his eyes. “He didn’t sign on for a threesome.” He looked at Cassidy.
“Don’t worry. I’m leaving.” The guy was even better looking in person, lean and
gorgeous in a plain white t-shirt molded to his chest, and tight blue jeans. He
wore black and white Chucks and had a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Uh.”
Cassidy’s blue gaze jumped from Logan to Ryan and back.

“I’m Ryan, your date for tonight. It’s
also my birthday.” Ryan held out his hand, and Cassidy shook it while licking
his lips. He looked stunned. Who wouldn’t be? “My best friend here gave you to
me, so I’d like the chance to thank him.” Ryan paused.
“If
you’re game.”

Cassidy
blinked. “You mean—the two of you?”

“No.”
The word burst from Logan’s throat.

“Yes,” Ryan said with a smile. “I know
you didn’t plan for that,” he told Cassidy, “and I understand if you say no.
It’s not an obligation.”

Cassidy stared at him, moist lips
parted. “I…” He glanced down at his body. Logan and Ryan followed his gaze.
Cassidy’s hard cock was outlined against his jeans.
Thick and
curved.

Shit.
Logan’s mouth watered. His own dick dripped pre-cum, moistening his underwear.
Crap
.

“My
body likes the idea,” Cassidy said softly.

“Then
maybe you should come in,” Ryan said.

Cassidy stepped into the room, and Ryan
locked the door. They both stood there, staring at Logan. “I didn’t plan to be
involved,” Logan said. “I have to leave.” His mind and body were confusing him.
He wanted to be involved, but he didn’t know if his heart could take it. Being
so close to Ryan and being unable to touch him. Then Cassidy was a tempting
morsel, someone Logan would have no problems fucking. He wanted them.
Shit
. He had to get out of there.

“I, um, I’d like it if you stayed,”
Cassidy said softly. He looked so freaking innocent. He was their type, someone
both Ryan and Logan would be attracted to and proposition to come home with
them if they saw him in the club.

“You don’t know us,” Logan said harshly.
“We could have set this all up to hurt you. Humiliate you. Why are you so
agreeable?”

Cassidy smiled. “I read Page Six. I know
who you are, Logan Sabourin.” He glanced at Ryan. “Who both of you
are.
”

Ryan groaned. Logan scowled.
Great.
Just great
.
They did their best to stay out
of the New York media, but sometimes—okay, most times—Logan forgot to be
discreet.

“We’re here to have our fantasies
fulfilled,” Cassidy said. “I didn’t come for a threesome, sure, but it’s one of
my fantasies.
Two men.”

Ryan laughed. “There you have it, my
friend.” He winked at Logan. “Cassidy has agreed, so you’re outnumbered.”

Logan stood in the middle of the room
and stared at them. His heartbeat increased, the organ threatening to jump out
of his chest. His body liked the idea; of course it did. But he didn’t know
about his heart. He’d have to make sure his mask was on at all times, the playboy
mask. The one he showed the world and Ryan, that he didn’t care, that he was
never going to have an emotional connection to anyone, and that he could be
good all by himself.

That
mask.

He put his wallet and car keys down on
the table near the door and nodded. “Okay.”

Ryan heaved a sigh, and Cassidy smiled.
He really was beautiful. As they stood side by side, Logan couldn’t help but
compare them.
Cassidy lean and blond, Ryan bulky and dark,
eyes, hair, and skin thanks to his Latino parents.
Both men in front of
Logan were gorgeous in their own way.

“Why don’t we relax?” Ryan went over to
the mini bar.
“Drinks?”

Cassidy shook his head, a shock of blond
hair falling into his eyes. “I don’t drink alcohol. Just water, please.”

“Vodka,” Logan said. He needed something
strong to deal with tonight.

Ryan handed Logan his drink, then gave
Cassidy a bottle of water. Ryan sipped water as well.

“Let’s clear up some things before we
begin.” Ryan looked at Cassidy. “I’m in control.
Starting
now.”

Cassidy nodded with an audible gulp.
Logan’s cock throbbed, painful. Ryan’s voice washed over him, and he shivered.
This was going to be torture.

“Logan and I will share you, of course.
But just tell us anything you don’t like, and we won’t do it. This is for all
of us, so if one doesn’t enjoy it then none of us will.” Ryan sipped his water
then asked, “Safe word?”

“I like
red
.” Cassidy’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’ve seen your test results,”
he said softly. “I know you’re clean. I’d like to, uh …
bare
.”
Cassidy blushed furiously, gaze lowered.

Ryan
glanced over at Logan. “
Your
doing, the test
results?”

Logan
shrugged. “I had to give them a copy of your latest test results.”

“How
did you even find it?” Ryan lifted an eyebrow.

“I
have my ways.”

“That time you talked me into getting
tested with you, because you said you thought the condom broke with the kid you
picked up at a showing?”

“Yeah, that was a lie.” Logan smiled. “I
scanned your results when you left the room.”

Ryan’s gaze turned sharp. “You’d been
planning this all those months ago?”

“You’re my best friend. I wanted you to
be happy.” Logan broke away from the intense gaze Ryan trapped him in. “I just
wanted to give you this, a fantasy fulfilled.”

“Thank you.” Ryan grinned at him then
turned back to Cassidy. “What do you like?”

Cassidy took a while, but finally
answered.
“Ropes.
Paddles.
Plugs.”
He pointed to the backpack. “I have them.”

“Always
prepared.”
Ryan nodded. “I like it.” He shifted in the chair.
“When you’re finished drinking your water, get undressed. Fold your clothes and
put them away. Then show me exactly what’s in your backpack.”

Cassidy made a sound.
A
low moan.
Logan felt it in his groin.

“I haven’t been at this in a while, but
when I do my subs call me Sir.” Ryan looked at Cassidy. “You may call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Logan rubbed his wet palms on his
thighs. He wanted that, too.
The ability to call Ryan Sir.
There’d never been a good time to tell your best friend, “I know you think I’m
a
top, that
I’m in control, but all I want, all I live
for, is for you to call me Boy.
To call you Sir.”

Cassidy put his bottle of water to the
side and stood. Logan watched Ryan. His best friend’s gaze was glued to the
blond man undressing before them. Logan turned to Cassidy, enjoying the show.
The blond stood before them naked, his cock flushed rose-red, the tip already
wet, slick with pre-cum.

Logan shifted to ease some of the ache
in his balls. Cassidy was all pale, smooth unblemished skin. His chest was
hairless, and a thin dark blond treasure trail led from his navel to his crotch
where his bush was trimmed short. He was built like a swimmer, all lean and
lithe, with long arms and torso. His face was red, his pink lips parted as he stood,
arms at his sides, gaze lowered. Something about him fired Logan’s blood, made
him want to haul the blond close and hold him tight.
Which
was crazy, because he wanted Ryan.
He’d always wanted Ryan.

“Show us what’s in the backpack.”

“Yes, Sir.”
Cassidy bent and picked up the backpack, giving them a nice view of his tight
ass and hole. Logan hissed in a breath.

Ryan grinned.

Cassidy turned back to them and pulled
the contents from the backpack one by one.
A paddle.
A coil of rope.
Lube.
A variety of
butt plugs.
And a pack of condoms.

Ryan hummed his approval. “Good boy,
Cassidy. I can’t wait to use that paddle on your pretty ass. Get it nice and
red.”

Cassidy’s
hand shook as he laid the stuff out on the bed. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Ryan
smiled. “Good. Now be a good boy and get over here. Bring the rope.”

Cassidy
walked over, his head down. He handed Ryan the rope.

“Turn
around. Clasp your hands behind your back,” Ryan said.

Ryan never raised his voice, kept it
nice and steady, but the commands hit Logan low in his gut. He wanted to writhe
in his chair. He couldn’t. He couldn’t appear to be so fucking turned on by
Ryan’s dominance.

Cassidy did as ordered.

“Good boy.” Ryan wrapped the ropes
around Cassidy’s wrists, tying them firmly. When he finished, Ryan skated a
palm over Cassidy’s hip nearest him, the left. “Go to Logan,” Ryan said. “He’s
going to feed his cock into your sweet mouth, and you’re going to suck him
until he comes. I don’t want to see a drop of his seed escape. You’ll be
punished if it does.”

Cassidy’s entire body trembled. Logan
would have thought it was fear, until he saw the hunger in the blond’s gaze, the
longing on his face.

“On
your knees.”

Cassidy
dropped between Logan’s thighs.

Chapter Two

Ryan unzipped his jeans and slung on leg
over the arm of the plush chair as he watched his best friend guide his thick,
cut cock into Cassidy’s mouth.

All three men groaned.
Fuck
. It was a sight. Logan remained
fully dressed, still seated. Only his cock was out. Cassidy was naked, on his
knees and bobbing on Logan’s cock. Logan wasn’t small, not at all. Ryan had
seen his friend naked, since they made it a habit of sharing their partners. He
knew how big Logan was, and he loved the sight of Cassidy’s lips stretched
tight around Logan’s girth.

The blond bobbed his head, a shock of
hair falling over to hinder Ryan’s view of Logan disappearing inside Cassidy’s
mouth.