When Morning Comes (7 page)

“Ah.” Cassidy licked his lips.
“Yeah.”
He glanced at his receptionist, who stared at Ryan
and him with way too much interest. “
Shar
, hold my
calls, please.” Cassidy turned around and speed walked into the office. Ryan
kept stride with him until Cassidy locked his office door and bee-lined to the
other side of the office, away from Ryan. He needed space.
To
think.
To gather himself.
He might want Ryan, but
that didn’t mean the other man wanted him.

“Cassidy.”

Cassidy’s nostrils flared. The way Ryan
said his name. “Why are you here?” He broke their gaze, hands folded in front
of him. Nerves had him all jittery.

“Why did you leave without saying
goodbye?”

Cassidy jerked. “I-it was for the best.”
He turned back to Ryan. “When I woke up, it was just you and me. Logan had
already left. I thought it was best for me to do the same.” He’d wanted to curl
up next to Ryan as he slept, looking so peaceful, relaxed. But that wasn’t his
place. He was a one night fantasy.
Except he’s here.
Now.

Ryan nodded. “Did you want to stay?”

Cassidy looked away.

“Look at me, boy.”

Ryan barked the order, and Cassidy had
no choice but to obey, lips parted as he fought to breathe.

“Did you want to stay in that bed with
me and Logan?”

So much.
He’d
wanted to stay right where he was. Cassidy swept his tongue across his bottom
lip, cock throbbing when Ryan’s gaze followed the movement. “Yes,” he
whispered.
“Yes, Sir.”

Ryan strode over to him and grabbed him
by the throat, bringing their lips together in a punishing kiss. Cassidy
whimpered, shuddering at the rough handling. Ryan licked inside his mouth, and
Cassidy tasted him, the flavor of coffee and Ryan. He moaned, rocking his
erection against Ryan’s. The other man fisted Cassidy’s hair as they ground
together. Cassidy mewled, clutching Ryan tight as they devoured each other.

When Ryan finally broke the kiss,
Cassidy staggered. Ryan grabbed his arm, steadying him “Logan has been avoiding
me,” Ryan said softly. “I haven’t seen or spoken to him since that night.”

Cassidy blinked to clear the fog of
arousal from his eyes. “He’s in love with you.”

Ryan nodded. “I know that, but I can’t
find him to talk to him about it.”

Cassidy squinted up at him. “What do you
want to tell him?”

“That I want him, too. That I want you
both.” He cupped Cassidy’s jaw. “I want you both. Want to take care of you,
give you what you both need.”

Oh,
God.
Cassidy’s knees went weak. “And I want both of you.” He grinned, a more
restrained reaction when he wanted to jump up and down, fists in the air.
“We’ll need to find him, right?”

“I’ve tried.” Ryan released Cassidy and
stepped back. “The son of a bitch has been dodging me left and right.”

“Maybe I should try to call him?”

Ryan stared at him. “Good idea.” He
smiled. “Get your phone.” Cassidy picked up his phone from the desk, and Ryan
called out Logan’s number to him. “If it goes to voicemail, leave a message
with your number so he can call you back.”

Cassidy nodded and put the phone on
speaker. Sure enough, it went to speaker.

“This is Logan. Do your thing.”
Beep.

“Uh, Logan, hey.
It’s
uh,
it’s Cassidy from the, uh, other night. I wanted
to—here’s my number.” Cassidy gave Logan his number. “Call me, or don’t.
If you want.”
He hung up.

“Call me or don’t? What the hell was
that?” Ryan frowned at him.

Cassidy shrugged.

Ryan sighed. “Come here.” He hugged
Cassidy when he stepped into his lover’s—
his
lover’s!
—arms. “Thank you.” Cassidy
clung to him, chest heaving, and Ryan kissed his forehead. “I just, I’m worried
about him. And I miss him. I missed you both this past week. Him, I understood,
but I kept closing my eyes and seeing your face.”

Cassidy hummed into Ryan’s chest. He was
on a fucking pleasure and happiness overload.
“Me, too.
I need you both. I do.” He pulled back and gazed up at Ryan. “Sir, what do we
do if he doesn’t call back?” He didn’t want to think it, but it needed to be
said.

Ryan’s eyes flashed. “We’ll hunt him
down. He can’t hide from us.” The determined look in his eyes sent tingles down
Cassidy’s spine. “Is today a busy day?” Ryan asked. “Can you play hooky for a
while?”

“I can leave.”

“Have you eaten? Can I take you to
lunch?”

Cassidy stepped out of his arms. “I’m
hungry, yeah.” He picked up his keys and pulled a book from a drawer in his
desk. “Look.” It was
The Scorpio King
,
Ryan’s very first published novel.

The other man’s eyes bulged. “You’re
reading it?”

Cassidy grinned. “I am, and
I’m loving
it.” He kissed Ryan’s nose. “You’re a man of many
talents, Sir.”

Ryan rolled his eyes, but he seemed to
preen under the praise. Cassidy chuckled and led the way out of his office. He
told
Shar
he’d be taking the day off, and then they
got on the elevator. Cassidy’s phone rang as they stepped outside the office
building.

Cassidy stared at it then looked at
Ryan. “It’s him.”

Ryan smiled.
“Answer.”

Cassidy did. “Hello?”

“It’s Logan.”

Cassidy’s pulse raced. Logan sounded
lonely. “Hey. Uh, can we meet somewhere?”

Logan paused then spoke. “I’m at my
place in Brooklyn.” He rattled off an address.

“Okay, yeah I know where that is. Give
me about half an hour or so.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Okay, bye.” Cassidy ended the call then
grinned up at Ryan.

“What?”

“He wants to meet at his place in
Brooklyn.”

Ryan grabbed Cassidy’s hand and linked
their fingers. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get our man.”

****

Logan looked around his place.
Everything looked to be in order, which
was a miracle
given that he hadn’t moved from his couch in about a week. So he was a pussy
for hiding from Ryan. He was a weak coward, but he couldn’t bear to look into
Ryan’s eyes and pretend nothing had changed.

Everything had changed. There was no
going back. He didn’t want to go back, and unless he manned up and confessed to
his feelings for Ryan, there’d be no going forward. So he was stuck.

Cassidy was on his way over. How the
other man had gotten his number Logan didn’t know, but he didn’t care about
that right now. Cassidy was coming over. Logan had dreamed about it, being with
Cassidy again. Of course, in those dreams Ryan had been there, too. If he had
his way, Logan would have them both, but he knew better than to wish for things
he couldn’t have.

He’d had his one night with Ryan. He’d
had Ryan’s naked skin against his. He’d had Ryan inside him, and that was— Even
now, he had to stroke himself when he thought about being filled like that,
both men inside him. He’d loved it.
The pain.
The burn.
The intense pleasure that seared
his veins and blew the top off his head.
He’d loved it, every second,
but that was one night.

Only one.
That
was all he got.

Except Cassidy
was coming over.
Logan wanted to see the blond, wanted
to kiss him again, touch him again,
sink
into his heat
again. His throat ached. Every time he thought about being with Cassidy, Ryan
was there, ordering them around, calling them
boy
.

Maybe he couldn’t do it. Did Cassidy
want to be with him? Could Logan have Cassidy without Ryan? They both had the
same submissive streak. They’d need a Dom, and only one would do. Maybe he
should call Ryan.

“No.” He checked his face in the mirror,
made sure he didn’t look like a fucking vagrant. He’d taken a shower and
dressed in fresh clothes, made
himself
look
presentable. Now his stomach churned with nerves. Fuck, but he wanted Cassidy
to want him, to tell him how to move beyond that night and Ryan.

His intercom buzzed. Logan’s heart
lurched. He pressed the button. “Yes.”

“Mr. Sabourin, there’s a Cassidy here to
see you.” The doorman’s voice crackled over the intercom.

“Thanks, John. Send him up, please.”

He couldn’t sit still. He tugged on his
shirt, smoothed a hand down his chest and checked his breath as his bell rang.
Fuck
. He felt like a teenager all over
again.

Showtime.

He swallowed and went to the door.
Cassidy stood there, in a white shirt rolled up at the elbows and tucked into
dark trousers, and black shoes. His blue eyes widened, filling with pleasure as
he gazed at Logan.

“Logan.” Cassidy smiled.

“Hi.” Something moved in his peripheral
vision, and Logan stiffed as Ryan stepped into view. Fury and anger sparked in
Ryan’s gaze, hurt, too. Logan stammered.
“Ry-Ryan.”

“Yes. Me. You remember me?” He glanced
at Cassidy.
“Inside.
Now.”

That familiar
tone.
Logan’s spine tingled.
Fuck
. He was
so fucking dead. He stepped back, allowing the men inside his condo before he
locked it and faced them.

Ryan faced Cassidy and Logan. “Sit,” he
told Logan.

Heart beating a mile a minute, Logan
walked over to his couch and sat. Cassidy came next to him as did Ryan, but
they didn’t sit. They just stood over him, staring.

Then Cassidy spoke. “You’ve been dodging
Ryan’s calls.”

Logan opened his mouth to ask if Ryan
had made Cassidy call Logan, but Ryan spoke. “Do not speak. Your punishment
will be fucking severe if you speak unless I give you leave to do so.”

Ah,
God
.
Logan’s cock jerked inside his jeans. Ryan was using his Dom voice on him. Did
that mean something? Should it?

“We’re going to ask you some questions,
Cassidy and I,” Ryan said. “And you’d better answer truthfully, do you get me,
boy?”

Logan swallowed.
“Yes,
Sir.”

Ryan’s nostrils flared at that, but the
fury remained on his face.

“Do you want me?” Cassidy asked.

Did he? “Yes.”

Cassidy’s serious expression didn’t
change.
“For more than one night, for more than just
fucking?”

Logan lashes fluttered. He wanted so much
more than the physical. “Yes.”

“Do you want Sir, too?”

That
fucker.
He knew how Logan felt. How could he put him on the
spot like that? Logan wanted to look away, wanted to escape their intense gazes
on him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t lie. “Yes,” he whispered.

Thick silence fell on the room.

“For more than
one night?”
Ryan’s voice sounded scratchy, like gravel.
“For more than fucking?”

Logan gripped his knees and looked into
his best friend’s eyes. Ryan
waited,
expectant.

“For everything,” Logan whispered. “I
want you both, for everything.”

Ryan’s lashes dropped, hiding his eyes.
When they lifted, his forceful gaze pinned Logan in place. He fought not to
squirm. “How long have you been in love with me?” Ryan asked.

A sound left Logan’s dry throat.
A cough or a laugh or a fucking sob.
He couldn’t name it.
“Since I was sixteen.
I have loved you since I was sixteen.”
That felt so good to say. The weight lifted off his shoulders, and he could
move again.

As he watched his best friend, Ryan’s
face morphed. A small smile curved the corners of his mouth. “Good. I love you,
too.” He nodded at Cassidy. “I’m falling for him.”

Logan opened his mouth then closed it.
His brain short-circuited. Cassidy’s mouth moved. He was probably saying
important shit, but Logan didn’t make out a word. Ryan loved him. His best
friend,
his best friend
, loved him,
too.

“Logan.”

He blinked as Ryan and Cassidy peered
down at him. “I—”

“Cassidy was just saying that he’s
falling for us.” Ryan winked. “What do you think?”

“I think…” Logan cleared his throat. “I
think I feel the same way.”

Ryan’s gaze lingered on him. “Good boy.
Get your lube. And lose the clothes, both of you.”

Logan raced to his bedroom, discarding
clothes he went. He grabbed the lube from his bedside drawer and hurried back.
Ryan and Cassidy were already naked, Cassidy on his knees, slurping away at
Ryan’s cock.