When Morning Comes

  Evernight Publishing

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  Copyright© 2014 Avril Ashton

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-694-2

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  For the Gang. Here’s to something new, for me and you.

  WHEN MORNING COMES

  Fantasies: Thr33

  Avril Ashton

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  There is no name, no website, no building. You won’t find an ad in the classified anywhere. No one knows who owns and operates the business. All that exists is a phone number passed on in hushed, reverent tones to those who need it. This isn’t an escort service. It’s about fantasies, having them fulfilled. Customers pay to have their every sexual fantasy realized. For one night only, no rules apply. Between consenting adults, anything goes.

  “Why are we here?”

  Logan Sabourin smiled at the confusion on his best friend’s face. “It’s a surprise.”

  That earned his a scowl. Ryan didn’t care for surprises. He liked being in control. Which was why Logan had planned this night for him. He’d give Ryan what he knew his best friend wanted and needed. Even if it meant heartache for Logan.

  “You know I don’t like surprises, Logan.” Ryan sat down on the edge of the bed in the room at the Brooklyn Marriott. He leaned forward, staring into Logan’s eyes. “Tell me what you’re up to.”

  “What makes you think I’m up to anything?” Logan tried to sound innocent, but he didn’t think he pulled it off.

  “I know you,” Ryan said. “I know that look in your eyes.”

  Ryan did know him. They’d been best friends since they were sixteen years old. But Ryan didn’t know everything. If he did he’d hate Logan. “What look do you think you see in my eyes?” Logan glanced at the clock on the wall. Time was fast approaching when he’d have to walk out of the room and leave Ryan to spend the night with someone else. Someone who could give him what he needed, what Logan wished he was brave enough to offer.

  “Logan, stop playing.” Ryan got to his feet and started pacing. “I don’t want to be here tonight of all nights.”

  “When else would you be here?” Logan went to him, allowed himself the pleasure of touching Ryan’s shoulder before quickly dropping his hand. “It’s your birthday, for God’s sake. Relax and enjoy the treat I got for you.” He winked. “I spent a shit load of money.”

  Ryan sighed. “I don’t need anything, you know that.”

  It was true. Neither of them needed material things. They’d been born into privilege, had trust funds no one man could spend in two lifetimes. Still, Ryan was a bestselling mystery writer in his own right, using a pen name to escape the scrutiny being a Mora would bring. Logan had put his art degree to use and opened up a gallery. Sabourin Art galleries were now in L.A., Brooklyn, and Manhattan, with more to open in other major cities. He’d made his own money as well, away from his parents’ influence.

  “There are some things you still need,” he told Ryan. “I know you like to be in control.” He broke eye contact and walked away, putting space between them, as otherwise Ryan might see what Logan had been hiding since the day he got a glimpse of Ryan’s naked chest. “You like being in control, especially in the bedroom.”

  “So?”

  “When was the last time you had that?” he asked over his shoulder. “You’ve been busy writing, always on a deadline.”

  “It’s my job, Logan.” Ryan frowned. “I love it.”

  “I know.” Logan softened his tone. “I know, but you’ve just sent the latest to your editor, and it’s your birthday. It’s time to celebrate.”

  “Is that why we’re in this hotel room?” Ryan looked around. “To celebrate?”

  “I got you someone.” Logan hid his hands behind his back, fingers crossed. He wanted Ryan to say yes, and he wanted him to say no. He wanted to hear Ryan say he felt the same way Logan did, that he loved him and only him, and didn’t want anybody else. That wasn’t going to happen.

  Ryan stared at him blankly. “You got me someone?” He shook his head. “What does that mean?”

  “Someone to control, someone who wants to be dominated by you.” His throat went dry, so he swallowed. He and Ryan shared partners once in a while, sometimes when they went out to the clubs. They’d share a fuck, but they’d never crossed the line, as much as Logan wished they had. They shared, but were never intimate with each other. He’d watched that feral look darken Ryan’s eyes when he slid into his commanding persona. More than once Logan wished that dominance was directed at him. He never gave up control, never bottomed except when he fucked himself with his fingers or a dildo in his bed alone at night, but he wanted Ryan in him, and he wanted his best friend to take him over. Completely.

  Logan would never have it, but Ryan needed it, so as his best friend, Logan ordered up a fantasy. A phone call and a whole lot of money later, here they were.

  “You bought me a prostitute?” Ryan stepped forward, fury on his face and his fists balled. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

  “What? No.” Logan held up his hands. “It’s not—”

  “A fucking prostitute, Logan?” Ryan grabbed the front of Logan’s shirt and shook him. “Cancel it, right now.”

  Logan licked his dry lips. He shouldn’t like it, but he did. Ryan’s angry eyes flashing at him. The tight grip on his shirt, Ryan’s knuckles grazing the bare skin at his neck. He liked it. His cock throbbed, and he looked away. He’d lose his best friend, and that wasn’t a chance he was ever willing to take. The alternative was better, so he resolved to suffer in silence.

  “This isn’t a prostitute thing, Ry.” He jerked away from Ryan’s hold. “This is about fantasies, yours and those of the guy who’s on his way here. Fulfilling them.” A gorgeous blond with blue eyes. Someone he knew Ryan wouldn’t be able to resist.

  Ryan combed his fingers through his dark hair. “You’d better give me something better than that bullshit. Explain yourself, Logan.”

  Logan swallowed the Yes, Sir that swelled on his tongue. “This is about bringing likeminded people together. You want someone to control, and someone else wants to be controlled. The company simply brings you two together.”

  Ryan scoffed. “What kind of place is it, and how did you hear of it?”

  Logan shrugged. “I hear things. All I, and the other people who’ve used the services got, is a phone number. There’s no website, no name. Just that phone number. You call them and tell them what you want, and they find someone who fits your needs.” He’d spent a fair amount of time on the phone, talking to an automated female voice as he put his plans together.

  Ryan sank onto the bed. “I don’t—I don’t understand.”

  Logan smiled. “The guy who’ll be yours for the night paid a fee, a very handsome fee, I might add, to have the pleasure of being with you. Of having you dominate him. It’s a onetime deal. People pay to have their pleasures sated, one night only.”

  “So, he’s not—”

  “An escort? A prostitute?” Logan shook his head. “No. He’s a professional, a businessman in his own right.” He’d been sent information on the guy, Cassidy James, along with a photo. He was twenty-nine, had
a clean bill of health, and was a lawyer. “His fantasy is to be controlled, so he paid for it. Yours is to control, and I paid for that. The company only exists to make sure you two meet.”

  Ryan stared up at him, eyes bright and focused. Logan fought a shiver. “You did this for me?”

  Sadness squeezed Logan’s chest. He forced a smile. “I’m your best friend. I’d do anything for you.” God, that hurt to say, because it was so fucking true. He’d do anything, even deny himself what he wanted.

  Ryan jumped to his feet and pulled Logan into a tight hug. “You’re crazy, you know that?” he mumbled against Logan’s neck.

  Logan barked a shaky laugh. “I know.” He slapped Ryan on the back, took a quick whiff of his hot skin, then stepped back before his friend felt the erection Logan couldn’t contain. “I’m gonna go. Leave you to it.”

  “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 k
now 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.