When Morning Comes (5 page)

“Fuck.” Logan’s ass clenched. Hot wetness
surrounding him, and he flexed his hips, pushing deeper into Ryan’s mouth. His
best friend kept his gaze on him, encouraging, so Logan thrust harder and
harder. Ryan sucked him hard, with gusto, like he wanted Logan to come, wanted
him to fill his mouth with his seed.

With one last roll of his hips, Logan
gave it up, coming down Ryan’s throat. His friend’s eyes closed, and then his
lashes lifted.
Oh, man
. Logan didn’t
know what the look in Ryan’s eyes meant. He knew what he wanted it to mean, but
he couldn’t go there. Ryan milked him dry, and then they all three collapsed
onto the bed, Cassidy in the middle.

They didn’t speak, everyone trying to
catch his breath.

“Anybody
hungry?”
Ryan asked finally. “We can do room service.”

Cassidy’s stomach answered with a
rumble. They laughed, breaking the tension in the room.

“I was too nervous to eat before I
came,” Cassidy said.
“So, yeah.
I could do with a
burger.”

Logan nodded.
“Me,
too.”

“Okay.” Ryan got up and swung his legs
off the bed. “You two stay put. I’ll order it.” He padded to the bathroom, all
naked and glorious with his skin on display. His ass muscles flexed as he
walked, and Logan stifled a moan.

Ryan disappeared into the bathroom, and
water flowed as he cleaned up.

“When will you tell him you’re in love
with him?”

Chapter Four

Cassidy smiled at the shock on Logan’s
face. “You don’t hide it very well, what you feel.” He patted Logan’s cheek
when panic shadowed his eyes. “I can see clear as day, but I think your friend
is still clueless.”

Logan shook his head. “I don’t—it’s complicated.”

“I bet.” At least Logan didn’t deny it.
“Do you think this, tonight, won’t change your relationship?” he asked.
“Because let me tell you, that’s wishful, and stupid, thinking.”

“I know.” Logan looked away. “I
just—there’s no other way to have him. I can’t lose him.”

Cassidy frowned. “Why would you lose
him?”

Logan shrugged, but didn’t answer. The
dark-skinned man was obviously conflicted. Cassidy wished he could make it
better, but Logan had to figure things out for himself. Besides, Cassidy was a
stranger, despite what went on in the hotel room. They moved in different
circles, and this was a one night fantasy. When the sun came up, they’d go
their separate ways.

That thought chilled him, but really, it
couldn’t be helped. He had to remind himself of that before he got even closer
to the two men. He rubbed Logan’s shoulder as he listened to Ryan order their
food.

He’d wanted a chance to lose himself and
not have to think, and he’d gotten that. Cassidy couldn’t complain. Tomorrow
he’d go back to his job as lawyer at Martin, Singh and
Demph
,
and forget the men he’d shared his body with. They were complete opposites,
Logan and Ryan, but they worked. Ryan was gentle yet firmly in command. He wore
his Latino looks
well,
his body cut and defined
perfection. Both men had amazing bodies. But they were insanely wealthy, so they
could afford the best trainers and all that. Cassidy had to spend hours in the
gym down the block from his apartment to keep his ass in shape. Logan was a giant,
with skin like milk chocolate. His voice was rough and gruff, his demeanor not
one that inspired softness. He was an alpha in every way, yet he’d looked so
fucking gorgeous on his knees, and on Ryan’s lap, taking that paddle to his
taut ass.

Cassidy was attracted to them, and he
thanked his lucky stars for the chance he’d been given to experience this night
with both of them. He’d commit everything to memory to unlock later when he was
alone, with his cock in his hand. He’d foregone dating to focus on his career,
sacrificing everything. The few lovers he’d had hadn’t been able to satisfy the
cravings he’d had to submit, to be taken care of. His job was demanding. He knocked
heads with power players all day long. When he came home at night, he wanted to
lay that weight at someone else’s feet and have them make it okay.

Tonight was the closest he’d come. From
the second he’d looked into Ryan’s eyes when he’d opened the hotel room door,
Cassidy had known he’d get what he wanted. He hadn’t counted on Logan adding a
different, but so fucking sexy, element to it. He wanted them. Was that wrong
to say? He wanted them both, for more than one night.

Shit.
He
didn’t have a choice though, so he’d take what he could get. He sidled closer
to Logan and kissed him. The other man’s hands smoothed down Cassidy’s sides
and over his ass. He moaned and pushed against Logan’s hand. Logan chuckled and
touched him, the pad of a finger against Cassidy’s tender hole. He was still
slick, Ryan’s cum still inside him, but Logan slid two fingers into him,
fucking him deep.

“Hmm.”
Cassidy mewled and rolled his hips, pushing back, fucking himself on Logan’s
digits.

“Food’s on its way.” Ryan came into the
room, a gleam in his eyes when he saw what they were doing. “Still needing,
boy?” He crawled up the bed and settled in the middle of them. Logan’s hand
disappeared from Cassidy’s contracting hole, and he whimpered.

“Greedy.” Logan laughed softly.

Ryan kissed Cassidy on the lips. Cassidy
opened for him, and then Ryan pulled away and kissed Logan, kissing him hard.
“No playing for you two until you eat.” He winked at Cassidy. “Can you wait
that long, boy?”

A shiver raced down Cassidy’s spine. “I’ll
try, Sir.”

“Don’t try. Do.” Ryan put his arms
around both Cassidy and Logan and tugged them close.

Cassidy snuggled closer, inhaling Ryan’s
musk. He liked it, being in Ryan’s arms.
Too long since he’d
had the opportunity to snuggle up with anyone.
Now he had two men.

“Tell us about you while we wait for the
food, Cassidy.” Ryan’s words weren’t a request.

“I’m a lawyer at Martin, Singh and
Demph
. We’re based in midtown Manhattan, but I commute from
Jersey,” Cassidy said. “I work too hard, according to my mother. I also need to
give her some grandkids.” He chuckled.

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t
know you’re gay?”

“Oh, she knows. She doesn’t care about
that.” Lydia James didn’t care who her son loved. “I’m her only child, so she
wants them any way she can get them.” He smiled. “She’s the best, but I do
dodge the questions about why I haven’t settled down with a nice guy yet.”

Logan
snorted. “Your mom sounds like my parents.”

“Yeah?
They give you grief, too?”

“Nah, no grief.”
Logan’s expression turned pained. “They just refuse to accept that I like men.
They barely tolerate me.”

“That why your name is always in the
papers?” Cassidy asked. “You’re always on Page Six with a new boy toy on your
arm.”

Ryan
snickered. “He’s a man-whore.”

Logan
punched Ryan lightly on the forearm. “Hey, I’m a lover.”

Most of what Cassidy knew about Logan
Sabourin and Ryan Mora he knew from the gossip pages, but he could see that not
even half of it was true. He’d seen pictures of Logan and his parents, his
father a French national born into money, and his mother an African-American
former beauty queen turned hard-hitting reporter, now retired. They looked the
image of a perfect family, but obviously the public didn’t know Logan’s parents
didn’t accept him. That clearly hurt Logan. The pain didn’t leave his eyes.
Cassidy reached across Ryan and swiped his thumb across Logan’s bottom lip.

“I’m sorry about your parents,” Cassidy
said softly.

“It’s okay.” It was a blatant lie, but
neither Cassidy nor Ryan called Logan on it.

“I didn’t make out good in the parents
lottery either.” Ryan sat up, propping a pillow behind his head. “Oh, my
parents are okay with me being gay.” He scowled. “They just hate the career
path I chose.”

Cassidy frowned.
Career
path?
“I thought you were one of those trust fund kids—”

“Doing nothing with his life, just
spending Mommy and Daddy’s money?’ Ryan shook his head. “I write mystery novels
under the pen name, R.J. Omar.”

Cassidy gaped. He knew that name.
“Really?”

Ryan nodded, his eyes shining. He was
proud; Cassidy saw it. Proud of what he did. He knew Ryan’s father was the
founder of a large and hugely successful import/export trading company. Cassidy
wasn’t sure what Ryan’s mother did except look regal at her husband’s side.

“Oh, yeah,” Logan said. He propped his
head up and gazed at Ryan, emotion in his eyes. How come Ryan didn’t see how
much his friend loved him? Or maybe he didn’t want to see? “He’s an international,
and New York Times, bestseller.”

“Wow.” Cassidy grinned at Ryan, who
beamed. “That’s so cool.”

“Thanks, but my
parents would rather I do anything else.
It’s not
something they brag about in mixed company. I think they think it’s a phase,
and I’ll grow out of it.” Ryan shrugged. “That will never happen.”

“I’ll have to read one of your books,”
Cassidy said. He liked the soft relaxed look on Ryan. He was just laid back,
cool and calm. Yet still in control. Ryan’s proximity inspired serenity, and
Cassidy didn’t know why. “How did you guys meet and become friends?”

“We met at sixteen. Our parents went to
the same country club. They dragged me along,” Ryan said. “I thought I was the
only kid there.”

“And I thought I was the only kid
there,” Logan said. “Then I wandered away while my Dad played golf with his
buddies, and found this one skipping rocks at the duck pond.”

“I was bored out of my skull.” Ryan
laughed. “I was never so glad to see someone my own age.”

Logan joined in with the laughter, his
eyes dancing.
 
“He talked my ear off for
hours, and stuck to my side the entire time we were there. Sixteen years later
and we’ve been inseparable ever since.” His voice caught on the last word, and
Cassidy’s heart clenched for him.

Ryan stared at Logan, an expression of
utter concentration on his face. Something flickered in his eyes, and a frown
creased his face,
then
disappeared quickly as a knock
sounded on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Ryan got off the bed and
pulled on his jeans then grabbed his wallet.

“Be careful,” Cassidy whispered to
Logan. “You’re being obvious. If you don’t want him to know I suggest you not
look at him again.”

Logan scowled.

“Your eyes give you away, Logan.”
Cassidy sighed, keeping an eye on Ryan as he greeted the guy at the door. “Are
you sure it’ll be bad? He’s your best friend. He’ll understand.”

“No.”

The door slammed shut, and they faced
Ryan, who waved at the food. “Dig in, boys.”

****

After filling their stomachs, the men turned
on the TV and caught the tail end of a football game. They’d bantered back and
forth, cheering for different teams, and laughing, having fun. For a while they
were simply three men in a hotel room, enjoying beers, burgers, and a game.

Ryan caught himself staring at both
Cassidy and Logan as they laughed and joked. The two men where different, yet
so alike it was scary. Ryan had a sudden and scary image of the three of them
together in the future, of him taking care of the two men. The idea scared him only
because he wanted it so badly, wanted to see that happy expression on their
faces when he gave them what they wanted. Cassidy was starved for that. The
needy vibe poured off the blond lawyer. Not in a bad way, but it drove home the
fact that all three of them were starved for what they needed. How messed up
was it that Logan had orchestrated all this for Ryan, and they’d all ended up
in a place none expected?

Ryan also needed to think about what he
was doing with Logan and how it would affect their friendship. He needed to
think, but he remembered the way Logan whimpered for him, the way he’d taken
his spanking like a fucking champ. The heat of his skin, the sounds he’d made.
Ryan remembered them all, his cock swelling inside his jeans. He recalled, too,
the feel of Logan’s ass squeezing around his fingers.
His
insides so hot and tight, and untouched.

His best friend’s ass was untouched. Logan
had confessed to fucking himself only with dildos, or his fingers, so Ryan knew
Logan was doing this, all this, with him, for the first time. That, the
knowledge, was powerful. He wanted to be the first in everything. He wanted. He
was more comfortable than he’d ever been, here, now, with Logan and Cassidy. He
felt at ease, and he didn’t want to give them up.
Pandora’s
box
had been opened, and there was no hiding from the fallout. He’d
looked deep into Logan’s eyes, and what he’d seen shocked Ryan to his core. He
didn’t want to acknowledge what he’d seen, the naked emotion. He refused to
name it, but that didn’t help to lessen the impact.