When Morning Comes Page 5

  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.

  Ryan grabbed a fistful of Cassidy’s hair and bucked into his mouth. Logan stroked his own cock, which was dripping pre-cum.

  “Logan, on your knees. Drape your body over the couch.” Ryan pulled Cassidy off his cock, chuckling when the blond whimpered his displeasure.

  Logan scrambled to do as ordered. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs. He was about to be punished, and he welcomed it. He fell to his knees, his upper half and elbows on the seat of the couch as he waited. Ryan’s belt buckle jingled. Logan tensed and braced.

  “You never run from me, or us, ever again. Do you understand?” Ryan asked. His voice was low, dangerous.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Thwack. The blow landed across his back, the end of the belt hooking just over his right shoulder. Logan cried out and tried moving away. He wasn’t quick enough. The next one caught him in the middle of his back. His mouth fell open in a silent cry. His skin was on fire, burning hot with each sharp caress of the leather belt. He writhed, fingers trying and failing to fist in the cushions of the couch.

  Ryan hit him on the swell of his ass. Logan’s eyes watered, but he rocked against the couch, his cock dripping. His punishment.

  “Never hide from me.” Another blow, directly on top of another, and another.

  Logan pushed his cock into the couch, hips rocking. The fucking pain was too much, the pleasure insane how it seeped into his veins and heated his blood. He cried out with each stroke. He’d lost count somewhere near twelve. The way his back flamed, he wanted to safe word, but he couldn’t, because he wanted it to continue. The strokes. He wanted them to continue. Ryan was loving him, each blow a caress.

  Ryan loved him. He had Ryan, and he had Cassidy.

  The belt landed on his left side, the sensation short-circuiting his brain. He gasped for air, chest heaving. Gasped. Then the pain blows changed. He couldn’t feel it, the pain. Hell, he couldn’t hear Ryan’s grunts. A fog crept over him, lifted him. Logan drifted on a cloud, until Ryan snapped a finger in front of his face.

  He blinked.

  “Still with us?” Ryan smiled, but his eyes were serious.

  “S-Sir?”

  “You drifted off. Subspace.”

  He had? Logan lifted his head and looked around. He was seated on the couch, Ryan and Cassidy kneeling between his thighs. His ass and back hurt like a motherfucker, but his ass clenched at the pain.

  “You good?” Cassidy cupped his jaw, peering into his eyes.

  “I’m good.” Logan nodded and smile at them. “More than good.” He leaned forward and nuzzled Ryan’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  Ryan held him close. “You’re mine. You’re ours.”

  Yes. Cassidy’s hand slid over his side and up to his neck. Soft lips pressed kisses to his neck. Yes. He was theirs, and they were his.

  Ryan kissed him, a hard smack of lips then pushed Logan back down on the couch, thighs spread. Logan hissed when his back made contact with the couch. Fuck. Ryan and Cassidy crawled between his knees. Ryan swallowed Logan’s dick in one bob of his head.

  “Ah, fuck.” Logan surged up into Ryan’s mouth.

  Cassidy pushed his knees apart and went to work, licking Logan’s ass, pushing fingers into him and zeroing on his spot quick fast.

  “Shit.” Logan canted his hips as the burn in his ass spread through him, languid heat that sent goose bumps all over his skin.

  Ryan sucked him hard, rough fingers digging into Logan’s hip as Ryan plucked and twisted Logan’s nipples with his other hand. Cassidy finger fucked him, and Logan pushed back on the fingers hitting him dead on, making his eyes water.

  “So good,” he murmured brokenly. “Fuck. I love you guys.”

  Ryan hummed around his cock, his throat closing around him. Cassidy moaned, tongue pushing into Logan alongside his fingers. They made love to him, set him on fire, and he held them close, one hand at Ryan’s nape, the other twisted around Cassidy’s hair.

  Cassidy twisted his fingers, and Logan howled as sparks burst behind his eyelids. “Fuck. Gonna blow. Shit.”

  Ryan backed off, falling backward onto the floor. Cassidy released him as well.

  “Come, boy.” Ryan hugged his knees to his chest, opening up his hole to Logan’s heated scrutiny. “Fuck me. Hard and deep.”

  Well fucking fuck. Logan squeezed the base of his cock as Cassidy pushed lubed fingers inside Ryan and twisted. Ryan’s mouth hung open as he rocked on Cassidy’s fingers.

  “That’s it, boy. Fuck me.”

  Cassidy gave him another finger, and a flash of pain came and went on Ryan’s face.

  “Logan. Get in me.”

  Logan dropped to his knees as Cassidy pulled his fingers away. He lubed up then guided his dripping cock to Ryan’s entrance and pushed in. Ryan’s hole was a hot, contracting vise that trapped Logan inside. He sank deep until his heavy balls slapped up against Ryan’s ass.

  “Oh, God. Sir.”

  “Fuck me, boy. Give me your cock.” Ryan grabbed Logan’s throat, pulled him down onto him as he opened his legs and wrapped them around Logan’s waist, locking him in. Logan plunged in and out, eyes screwed shut.

  Hands slid up his back, and a wet tongue moved down his spine as Cassidy kissed his way down Logan’s back and traced his crack. Damn. Fingers pushed into him, Cassidy fucking him as he fucked Ryan. He rocked back on Cassidy’s tongue, silently begging for more. And deeper. Cassidy gave it to him, tongue licking his hole, tracing him and pushing in right along those fingers. Cassidy ate him in hungry openmouthed licks, saliva dripping as he opened Logan, loosened him.

  Logan rolled his hips, slamming forward when Cassidy’s fingers scraped his knot.

  “Ung.” Ryan rocked up against him, his wet cock sliding up and down on Logan’s belly.
Veins stood on in Ryan’s neck as his friend—no, his lover—fucked himself on Logan’s cock. Cassidy’s fingers disappeared from Logan’s ass, and then the blunt, slick tip of his cock head pushed into Logan.

  “Ah, fuck.” Logan slammed into Ryan. “Fuck.” Jesus. The pleasure was overwhelming. He was on fucking overload. Ryan’s ass squeezed him, jacked up his balls with soft, tight heat, and then Cassidy’s cock stretched him, the burn so goddamn delicious, as Cassidy pistoned in and out of him, banging on his prostate.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Cassidy whispered in his ear. His tongue slid over Logan’s ear, wet and sinful. “So goddamn tight, baby.”

  Logan shuddered. Ryan rocked under him, hips rolling, twisting as his muscles pulled at Logan’s cock. Logan leaned back, head on Cassidy’s shoulder and turned his face, catching Cassidy’s mouth. Logan gave him his tongue, and Cassidy sucked on it, pulling hard, each tug resonating in his balls.

  Ryan circled his own cock and stroked, hips slamming up. Grunts fell from his lips as he took Logan’s cock. “Yeah. Fucking me so good, boy. Gonna come for you.”

  Logan contracted at those words, and Cassidy cried out, bucking. He slammed against Logan’s prostate, flooding him with hot cum, and Logan let go with a shout.

  “Ah, shit!” Logan pounded out his climax in Ryan’s ass, and his lover writhed, cum spurting from Ryan’s cock. Seed dripped onto Ryan’s stomach. They all panted, breathing in sync. Logan collapsed onto Ryan’s chest, his lover’s spunk sticking to Logan’s sweaty skin. Cassidy pulled out, and Logan shivered as Cassidy’s seed poured out of him. His ass contracted.

  “Mm, gah.” Cassidy fell onto the floor next to them. Ryan pulled him close, kissing Cassidy, fingers buried in his hair. Logan smiled at them. He loved watching his men, his men, make out.

  He kissed Ryan’s sweaty chest, swirling his tongue over his lover’s nipples. Ryan’s cock rustled against Logan’s thigh. Ryan cupped his nape.