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Ryan. He looked so beautiful. And Logan, panting above Ryan, his sweat and pre-cum
soaking Ryan, Logan was beautiful, too. The way he arched for Ryan and Cassidy
to delve even deeper into him. The way his lips remained parted, his eyes
hooded as he refused to look away from Ryan. His every emotion, every thought
was on display, and if Ryan didn’t know before, he did now.
    He pulled and twisted Logan’s nipples,
using his nails, bruising them. Logan’s ass contracted, making Ryan grunt and
Cassidy cry out. The friction also worked Logan’s dick where it was positioned
between their bodies. Logan took him like a pro, took them both like a champ.
Ryan was proud. His chest hurt as he looked at Logan. He felt like he was seeing
his friend for the first time.
    Cassidy’s hand snaked out from around
Logan and trailed down Logan’s chest, tweaking his nipple, too, caressing his
mouth-watering abs. Every thrust Cassidy made echoed in Ryan’s balls, and every
answering roll of Logan’s hips jacked Ryan’s climax closer to the forefront.
    He couldn’t hold the orgasm back. “Come
for me. With me,” he shouted. His toes curled first, and then the hot rush blew
his body apart. He jerked under the blast as his cum shot from him.
    Logan shouted and came, his hot cum
splattering Ryan’s chest and abs. Ryan arched into the heat, shivering as Logan
leaned back onto Cassidy. The blond went off like a rocket, his semen flooding
Logan and washing over Ryan’s dick as well. That yanked another, smaller, climax
from Ryan, a dry one, but still satisfying.
    They remained locked in place, hot and
sweaty, panting, struggling for breath, until Cassidy slid out. Ryan shuddered
when a fresh rush of cum poured out onto his balls. Damn .
    “I’ll get some towels.” Cassidy found
the strength from God knew where to go to the bathroom, and soon he was back
with damp towels, which he used to wipe them up. When he was finished, he
tugged on a drowsy Logan’s arm.
    “Bed.”
    They all three stumbled to the bed and
collapsed in a heap, Ryan in the middle and his boys curled around him. He held
them close, reminding himself to talk to them before their night was over.
    When next he opened his eyes, it was
morning. Bright sunlight poured through the hotel blinds, hitting Ryan in the
face. He squinted and looked around with one eye open. He didn’t need two eyes
to know he was all alone in the hotel room.

Chapter Five
     
    “Logan, you can’t hide from me forever.
Call me back.” Ryan ended the call with a frustrated huff. A
week. A whole week and Logan refused to answer Ryan’s calls, refused to
answer the knocks on his door. No sign of his best friend. He’d used his key to
enter Logan’s condo in the city, but it had been empty.
    Ryan refused to give up. He refused to
stop reaching out to Logan. He wasn’t giving up. He’d felt so fucking angry
that both men had crept out of the hotel room without saying goodbye. Cassidy
he could forgive. The blond didn’t know them quite like that. Yet. But Logan, he knew better. He was deliberately staying
away, deliberately hiding, and when Ryan found him he’d spank his ass raw. For
now he had to find his men.
    Thoughts of Logan and Cassidy kept him
up at night. He’d tried to begin writing his new novel, but couldn’t
concentrate. He wanted the men close, in his bed, and he wasn’t stopping until
he found them.
    He called Logan’s art gallery on Park
Avenue.
    “Sabourin Gallery, how may I help you?”
    “Hey, Elayna. It’s
Ryan again. Any word?”
    Logan’s assistant sighed loudly in his
ear. “Sorry, nope. Now he’s not answering my calls.”
    “Shit.” Ryan wiped a hand over his face. That son a bitch is asking for it. “Thanks, hon. Don’t forget to let me know if he calls
you or comes in.”
    “I will.”
    Ryan ended the call and did a search on
his phone for the law firm Cassidy worked at. He found the midtown address and
grabbed his wallet and keys then headed out the