Free When Morning Comes by Avril Ashton Page B

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