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  “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.

  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 folde
r 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.

  “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.