Page 101 of Donovan's Men

Hamish nodded.

“Do you use them?”

Those green eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Uh…yeah?”

Again with the sentence that might or might not be a question.

“If you think I’m going to judge you one way or the other, sweetheart, you’ve got it all wrong. If you use your toys on yourself—that’s great. A real cock will feel different, but you’ll at least have some idea of what you’re in for. You don’t need to be embarrassed. If, on the other hand, you have toys but haven’t used them, that’s okay too.”

“I have. Used them.” Hamish looked up toward the ceiling. “Mostly since I met you which is all kinds of inappropriate.”

Is now a good time to tell him how often I’ve jerked off thinking of the two of them naked?

Yeah, probably not the best timing. But I tucked away that nugget to share later.

Donovan chuckled—pulling me from my musings. “God, you’re adorable, Hamish. And I mean that in the best way possible.” Slowly, he removed my hand from our partner’s cock. A cock that’d remained hard and, by all indications possible, enjoyed my gentle ministrations. After moving my hand to my hip—and grazing my cock with his knuckles—Donovan turned his full attention to Hamish.

I didn’t mind.

Not in the least.

Donovan leaned in for a kiss.

I cursed I couldn’t see properly. Still, the little noises Hamish made went straight to my rock-hard shaft. Which I might’ve casually brushed myself. Then as Donovan’s muscular shoulders flexed, I grasped myself, trying to stave off the impending orgasm. I’d assumed Donovan would be gorgeous. And fit. One didn’t do the kind of work he did without being in superior physical condition.

What really got to me was the contrast between his dark skin and Hamish’s impossibly pale one. Something about seeing the two men together kicked my libido into high gear.

Oh, and my heart as well.

Donovan pulled back.

Hamish sighed.

“It only gets better.” Donovan chuckled. “But our partner’s missing out on all the fun. I’m going to roll on your other side so he can get his fill.”

Oh yes, please.

Hamish gulped in air. “Yeah. For sure.”

Donovan raised himself on his arms to lever over Hamish. Unexpectedly, his right arm buckled, and he landed on Hamish.

Who expelled anoof.

“Shit.” Donovan slid to Hamish’s far side and winced.

Hamish rolled to his side, facing him, then scooted back so his ass brushed my cock. He was so occupied with Donovan that he didn’t notice.

Or at least I assumed he didn’t.

“You move to the center, and I can, you know…” He made some weird gesture.

“Ride me?” Donovan managed the words, but the self-deprecation came through loud and clear.

Hamish nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that’s, uh, kind of a fantasy of mine.”

I believed him. The guy did earnest brilliantly.

“I mean…” Boldly, he trailed his finger along Donovan’s sternum, down to his navel. “I want to look into your eyes.”