When Morning Comes (6 page)

As Cassidy and Logan ribbed each other,
Ryan sat back, a finger at his chin and went over every memory he had of Logan
and him together. Every special occasion, even the times they’d shared their
lovers. That expression was on Logan’s face, that emotion in his eyes, in all
of Ryan’s memories. How could he not have seen it, recognized it?

Maybe he hadn’t wanted to.

He’d seen it now, and he couldn’t deny
it. He’d always had Logan in his corner, by his side. Logan was who he called
first whenever something happened in his life, big or small. Logan was who he
shared everything with. He’d had lovers, but none lasted beyond a few months.
The same with Logan.

Ryan stared at the two men, one dark and
muscled, the other slender and fair. So different and yet they both set fire to
his blood stream. He watched them squirm with a cocky grin. He’d plugged them
both, keeping their holes nice and stretched for him. He knew what he wanted to
do,
knew
there’d be no going back after the deed was
done. He had to accept now that he wanted a different outcome. In the end, it
would be up to Logan and Cassidy, wouldn’t it? The choice was up to them.

“Turn the TV off.” He unbuttoned his
jeans and shoved it down his thighs then kicked them off. He’d been bare-chested,
so now he sat there as naked as his boys. They tensed in unison then did as
he’d said and waited for his next order. “Come to me.” He stroked his cock.
“Both of
you,
suck me.”

In a blink, he had the two men kneeling
between his knees, both nuzzling his balls and inhaling them. Ryan cupped their
napes, urging them onto him. Logan’s mouth closed around his cock head first.
Ryan sighed and relaxed. Logan bobbed on him, his mouth wet and hot, and then
he eased up, allowing Cassidy to take Ryan to the back of his throat.

“No hands.” Ryan gritted his teeth and
threw his head back. “Suck me.” He closed his eyes. Stiffened tongues probed
his slit and traced his crown, while soft lips and a flat tongue licked his
length, up and down, up and down. He pushed up, lifting his hips to sink deeper
into whoever’s mouth.

His grunts blended with Cassidy’s and
Logan’s moans and whimpers. He loved the sounds they made. Loved how eager they
were to please him. He wanted to give them what they wanted, wanted to make
them happy.

Hard suction around his crown made him
hiss. He popped his eyes open and pulled his boys off his dick.

“Cassidy, take the plug out of Logan.”
Ryan held his best friend’s gaze as he said, “We’re going to take him, at the
same time. Make him ours. You can take yours out as well.”

He felt the shiver that racked Logan’s
body at
that,
saw the answering fire Ryan’s words
sparked in Cassidy’s eyes. The blond nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ryan patted his lap. “Logan.” He
motioned for Logan to straddle him on the armchair. His friend licked his lips
and rose. He straddled Ryan, a knee on either side of his body.

“Get him ready, boy.”

Ryan grabbed Logan’s jaw, held his face.
“Look at me, boy.” In his peripheral vision Ryan noticed Cassidy grabbed the
bottle of lube, and then he disappeared behind Logan.

Logan flinched, and then his lips
parted. He moaned, plaintive, greedy.

“Tell me,” Ryan said. “Tell me what he’s
doing.”

Logan shook. His dark eyes turned almost
black in his desire. “He’s got—oh fuck—two fingers inside me. He’s hitting my
spot.”

“More,” Ryan called to Cassidy. “Give
him more fingers.”

Logan’s fingernails dug into Ryan’s
shoulders. His cock, trapped between their two bodies, dripped pre-cum on
Ryan’s thighs. Logan’s lashes fluttered, but his eyes remained open.
“Oh, God.
Oh, God. Now it’s four. Fuck.” His massive body
shook. “Fuck. Please.” He moved to grab his cock, and Ryan smacked his hand
away.

“No touching until I tell you to.”

“I think he’s ready, Sir.” Cassidy
sounded out of breath.

Ryan grabbed Logan’s hips, holding him
in position over his cock. His cock head tapped at Logan’s ass. Ryan held
Logan’s gaze, held him steady, and Logan sank down and down.

Logan’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh, God.”
He panted, chest heaving.
“Burns.
Burns so fucking good.”

“Yes,” Ryan whispered to him. “And you
like it.”

That hot ass contracted. “Please.”’
Logan’s bottom lip trembled. “Please, Sir.”

“Ask me for it.” Ryan surged up into him
when Logan was fully seated on his cock. “Beg me to let Cassidy fuck you, too.”

Logan’s nostrils flared. “Please. I want
it. Cassidy, please, I want him, too.
Fucking me.
Filling me.”

“Yes. Filling you until you can’t take
anymore.” Ryan pinched Logan’s nipple. He watched over Logan’s shoulder as
Cassidy lubed up then stepped forward. Ryan cupped Logan’s nape and pulled him
down for a kiss. He pushed his tongue into Logan’s mouth, fucking him there as
he fucked his too-tight ass. Logan’s muscles squeezed him. Ryan wanted to move,
pound into him, but he couldn’t, so he gritted his teeth, cupped Logan’s ass
and tipped him forward to give Cassidy better access.

The feel of Cassidy pressing against him
and entering Logan was incredible. Ryan damn near lost his shit. He clung to
Logan’s hips, sinking his nails in to keep himself steady.

Logan’s groans got louder, Cassidy’s blending
with them. Ryan’s balls churned, and he had to move. He rolled his hips. Logan
hissed. Cassidy kissed Ryan’s neck, one hand around his shoulder, holding him.
Ryan yanked Logan down onto him, taking his mouth, fucking him hard with hard
flicks of his tongue. Cassidy came along with Logan’s descent, and Ryan reached
out, burying his fingers in the blond’s soft hair. He couldn’t quite reach to
kiss Cassidy, but the glide of the other man’s cock against his was exquisite
torture.

Cassidy panted, his lips parted, eyes on
Ryan. He looked so beautiful. And Logan, panting above Ryan, his sweat and pre-cum
soaking Ryan, Logan was beautiful, too. The way he arched for Ryan and Cassidy
to delve even deeper into him. The way his lips remained parted, his eyes
hooded as he refused to look away from Ryan. His every emotion, every thought
was on display, and if Ryan didn’t know before, he did now.

He pulled and twisted Logan’s nipples,
using his nails, bruising them. Logan’s ass contracted, making Ryan grunt and
Cassidy cry out. The friction also worked Logan’s dick where it was positioned
between their bodies. Logan took him like a pro, took them both like a champ.
Ryan was proud. His chest hurt as he looked at Logan. He felt like he was seeing
his friend for the first time.

Cassidy’s hand snaked out from around
Logan and trailed down Logan’s chest, tweaking his nipple, too, caressing his
mouth-watering abs. Every thrust Cassidy made echoed in Ryan’s balls, and every
answering roll of Logan’s hips jacked Ryan’s climax closer to the forefront.

He couldn’t hold the orgasm back. “Come
for me. With me,” he shouted. His toes curled first, and then the hot rush blew
his body apart. He jerked under the blast as his cum shot from him.

Logan shouted and came, his hot cum
splattering Ryan’s chest and abs. Ryan arched into the heat, shivering as Logan
leaned back onto Cassidy. The blond went off like a rocket, his semen flooding
Logan and washing over Ryan’s dick as well. That yanked another, smaller, climax
from Ryan, a dry one, but still satisfying.

They remained locked in place, hot and
sweaty, panting, struggling for breath, until Cassidy slid out. Ryan shuddered
when a fresh rush of cum poured out onto his balls.
Damn
.

“I’ll get some towels.” Cassidy found
the strength from God knew where to go to the bathroom, and soon he was back
with damp towels, which he used to wipe them up. When he was finished, he
tugged on a drowsy Logan’s arm.

“Bed.”

They all three stumbled to the bed and
collapsed in a heap, Ryan in the middle and his boys curled around him. He held
them close, reminding himself to talk to them before their night was over.

When next he opened his eyes, it was
morning. Bright sunlight poured through the hotel blinds, hitting Ryan in the
face. He squinted and looked around with one eye open. He didn’t need two eyes
to know he was all alone in the hotel room.

Chapter Five

“Logan, you can’t hide from me forever.
Call me back.” Ryan ended the call with a frustrated huff.
A
week.
A whole week and Logan refused to answer Ryan’s calls, refused to
answer the knocks on his door. No sign of his best friend. He’d used his key to
enter Logan’s condo in the city, but it had been empty.

Ryan refused to give up. He refused to
stop reaching out to Logan. He wasn’t giving up. He’d felt so fucking angry
that both men had crept out of the hotel room without saying goodbye. Cassidy
he could forgive. The blond didn’t know them quite like that.
Yet.
But Logan, he knew better. He was deliberately staying
away, deliberately hiding, and when Ryan found him he’d spank his ass raw. For
now he had to find his men.

Thoughts of Logan and Cassidy kept him
up at night. He’d tried to begin writing his new novel, but couldn’t
concentrate. He wanted the men close, in his bed, and he wasn’t stopping until
he found them.

He called Logan’s art gallery on Park
Avenue.

“Sabourin Gallery, how may I help you?”

“Hey, Elayna.
It’s
Ryan again.
Any word?”

Logan’s assistant sighed loudly in his
ear.
“Sorry, nope.
Now he’s not answering
my
calls.”

“Shit.” Ryan wiped a hand over his face.
That son a bitch is asking for it.
“Thanks, hon.
Don’t
forget to let me know if he calls
you or comes in.”

“I will.”

Ryan ended the call and did a search on
his phone for the law firm Cassidy worked at. He found the midtown address and
grabbed his wallet and keys then headed out the door. He was in his car and
driving before he had the presence of mind to call Cassidy’s office to make
sure the man was actually in today. He glanced at the time on the dash. 11:38.

He put his phone on speaker and
instructed it to dial Cassidy’s office.

“Good morning, Mr. James’s line.”

“Hi, is Cassidy James in, please?”

“He is.” The female on the line paused.
“Can I take a message?”

Ryan hung up. He didn’t know what he’d
say when he saw Cassidy face to face, but he had to go the other man. Ask for a
chance. He didn’t want to lose Cassidy.
Or Logan.
His
best friend wasn’t making that wish easy at all. Would Cassidy?

By the time he got into the city from
the Hamptons, he was sweating bullets. His anger had taken hold of him, and it
was well past lunch time. He entered the building that housed Cassidy’s law
offices and rode the elevator to the seventh floor, stomach churning. Nerves
took over. He’d never been this nervous, not even the first time he’d sent his
first finished manuscript to an agent for consideration.

This anxiety mixed with anticipation and
fear was way more potent. And in the midst of all that was lust and hunger,
knowing he was about to see Cassidy again.
Fuck
.
Ryan wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.
Damn
.
What if it was all on his end, what he was feeling? What if Cassidy didn’t want
anything more than what he’d signed on for?

The elevator opened, and he stepped out,
gaze centered on the receptionist’s desk straight ahead. She looked up as he
approached.

“Good morning, sir, may I help you?”

Ryan nodded. “I’d like to see Cassidy
James, please.”

The dark-skinned young woman smiled and
brushed her hair from her eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”

Shit
.
“No, but it’s really important.”

Her expression shut down before he
finished speaking. “I’m sorry, sir. You need to make an appointment.”

Ryan took a breath, trying to control
his temper. “Please, just tell him Ryan is here. He’ll see me.” He hoped.

“I’m sorry. I can’t—”

A door opened. Ryan glanced over then
stared. Cassidy came out of an office, his face buried in a folder as he walked
over to the receptionist’s desk.

****

“
Shar
, I need
you to call Mr. Grant and make
an
…” Cassidy looked up
from the folder in his hand and froze. His gaze locked on Ryan Mora’s. He’d
come.
Oh, shit
. Surprise and pleasure
raced through him until he remembered to keep his thoughts and feelings in
check. He didn’t know why Ryan was there.
“Sir, um, Ryan.
What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” Ryan stepped closer to
him, and Cassidy’s heart rate sped up.
Damn
.
It wasn’t a one night thing. He wanted this man.