Page 100 of Donovan's Men

Hamish’s green eyes went wide, and he swallowed audibly. “Well, I’d hate to ruin your plans.”

That might’ve come off as cheeky, but Hamish was clearly sincere.

I saw edging in his future. Not that I was overly familiar with the concept. A guy I’d dated in university enjoyed edging me every time we got into bed. Most of the rest of the guys—and my wife—just wanted to get on with things. I, on the other hand, thought prolonging pleasure sounded delicious.

Donovan tugged Hamish toward him, and their lips touched.

Just the lightest of touches.

Right.

Their first lips-touching kiss.

I waited until Donovan deepened the kiss. Then slowly, I eased my hand across Donovan’s hips—ensuring I grazed hiscock with my knuckles—before dipping my fingers down to encircle Hamish’s cock.

He jerked at the contact, then moaned as Donovan tugged his hair.

I swiped my thumb across his slit—just the way he liked—and slid my index finger through his drop of precum.

“Jesus.” He pulled back from Donovan’s kiss and met his gaze. “I can’t…I need…”

Just to tease, I squeezed his cock and twisted my wrist.

He bit his lower lip so hard he risked drawing blood.

Donovan chuckled. “That’s pretty close to the edge, sweetheart. How badly do you want to come?”

Hamish cleared his throat. “Uh…a lot?”

I snickered.

He glared at me before refocusing on Donovan. “Whatever. I’ll do whatever it takes. But like, we’ve just started, and, you know, Tyson—”

“Is just fine.” I pressed my erection against Donovan’s smooth hip. “I’m good to wait my turn.”

Donovan caught my gaze and grinned wickedly. “You know I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“Oh, I know you will. But take care of him for us, eh?” I gestured to Hamish with my chin.

“With pleasure.” Donovan turned back to Hamish. “What do you want?”

“All of it.” Hamish vibrated with evident excitement. “I want it all.”

“That’s a lot—”

“I want you in me.” He ducked his head for a moment before meeting Donovan’s gaze again. “I know that’s a big step, and, like, not all guys do that, and—”

Donovan placed a finger on his lips. “That’s a big ask for your first time.”

Hamish squirmed.

After a moment, Donovan removed his finger.

“I, uh, have, you know…toys?”

The raising of the sentence at the end making it a question of sorts didn’t totally reassure me.

Apparently, neither did it for Donovan. “You have toys.”