When Morning Comes
When Morning Comes (Fantasies: Thr33)
Rich kid playboy Logan Sabourin has long been in love with his best friend. He’s learned to keep his game face on, and smile, despite wanting to be Ryan Mora’s submissive in the worst way. He can’t be with Ryan the way he wishes, so when Ryan’s birthday rolls around, Logan buys his friend a fantasy. A submissive for the night.
Ryan Mora agrees to the elaborate gift his best friend gives him, only if Logan joins in. Lucky for them, his one night submissive, Cassidy James, is all for it. What started as Logan and Ryan sharing Cassidy turns into something deeper as a whipping scene reveals Logan’s submissive side. Soon Ryan is entertaining the prospect of having more with both men. But when morning comes, and Cassidy and Logan are nowhere to be found, it’s up to Ryan to turn their one night fantasy into reality.
“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.
He put his wallet and car keys down on the table near the door and nodded. “Okay.”