Free When Morning Comes by Avril Ashton

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