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.
When Morning Comes is a short and sexy read featuring light BDSM elements, friends-to-lovers, and M/M/M loving with a HFN ending. No cliffhangers or cheating over here. This is a previously published work. The cover and publisher has changed. The content has not.
Chapter 1
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 him 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 shitload 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 and faced him. “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 went dry, so he swallowed. He and Ryan shared partners once in a while, sometimes when they went out to the clubs. They’d share a fuck, but they’d never crossed the line, as much as Logan wished they had. They shared, but were never intimate with each other. He’d watched that feral look darken Ryan’s eyes when he slid into his commanding persona. More than once Logan wished that dominance was directed at him. He never gave up control, not even when he bottomed, but he wanted Ryan in him, and he wanted his best friend to take him over. Completely.
Logan would never have it, but Ryan needed it, so as his best friend, Logan ordered up a fantasy. A phone call and a whole lot of money later, here they were.
“You bought me a prostitute?” Ryan stepped forward, fury on his face and his fists balled. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“What? No.” Logan held up his hands. “It’s not—”
“A fucking prostitute, Logan?” Ryan grabbed the front of Logan’s shirt and shook him. “Cancel it, right now.”
Logan licked his dry lips. He shouldn’t like it, but he did. Ryan’s angry eyes flashing at him. The tight grip on his shirt, Ryan’s knuckles grazing the bare skin at his neck. He liked it. His cock throbbed, and he looked away. He’d lose his best friend, and that wasn’t a chance he was ever willing to take. The alternative was better, so he resolved to suffer in silence.
“This isn’t a prostitute thing, Ry.” He jerked away from Ryan’s hold. “This is about fantasies, yours and those of the guy who’s on his way here. Fulfilling them.” A gorgeous blond with blue eyes. Someone he knew Ryan wouldn’t be able to resist.
Ryan combed his fingers through his dark hair. “You’d better give me something better than that bullshit. Explain yourself, Logan.”
Logan swallowed the Yes, Sir that swelled on his tongue. “This is about bringing likeminded people together. You want someone to control, and someone else wants to be controlled. The company simply brings you two together.”
Ryan scoffed. “What kind of place is it, and how did you hear of it?”
Logan shrugged. “I hear things. All I, and the other people who’ve used the services got, is a phone number. There’s no website, no name. Just that phone number. You call them and tell them what you want, and they find someone who fits your needs.” He’d spent a fair amount of time on the phone, talking to an automated female voice as he put his plans together.
Ryan sank onto the bed. “I don’t—I don’t understand.”
Logan smiled. “The guy who’ll be yours for the night paid a fee, a very handsome fee, I might add, to have the pleasure of being with you. Of having you dominate him. It’s a onetime deal. People pay to have their pleasures sated, one night only.”
“So, he’s not—”
“An escort? A prostitute?” Logan shook his head. “No. He’s a professional, a businessman in his own right.” He’d been sent information on the guy, Cassidy James, along with a photo. He was twenty-nine, had a clean bill of health, and was a lawyer. “His fantasy is to be controlled, so he paid for it. Yours is to control, and I paid for that. The company only exists to make sure you two meet.”
Ryan stared up at him, eyes bright and focused. Logan fought a shiver. “You did this for me?”
Sadness squeezed Logan’s chest. He forced a smile. “I’m your best friend. I’d do anything for you.” God, that hurt to say, because it was so fucking true. He’d do anything, even deny himself what he wanted.
Ryan jumped to his feet and pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re crazy, you know that?” he mumbled against Logan’s neck. Logan barked a shaky laugh. “I know.” He slapped Ryan on the back, took a quick whiff of his hot skin, then stepped back before his friend felt the erection Logan couldn’t contain. “I’m gonna go. Leave 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.” He 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...”
A Grenadian transplant, Award-winning author, Avril Ashton, now lives in Tucker, GA, with a madly tolerant husband. Together they raise a daughter who’s pretty meh about reading and school. Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.
Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
To date, Avril’s books have hit Amazon’s Top 100, Top 10, and Top 5 Bestseller’s lists countless times. She’s also been nominated for numerous awards, including Best Author, Best series (Brooklyn Sinners), and Favorite All-Time Author. In 2013 Avril won Evernight Publishing’s Reader’s Choice Award for the LGBT (Male/Male) category. Recently she took home the Golden Ankh award for best Male/Male romance for her bestselling novel, Sinner’s Fall.
Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Gay and Erotic Romance.
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