Page 99 of Donovan's Men

After piling my clothes on one of the two chairs strategically placed by the windows to maximize the view, I rounded the bed to face Hamish.

His eyes fluttered open under my scrutiny.

“I won’t ask you if you’re sure—because I know you are—but I’m offering to be a buffer.”

He snickered. And held the sheet up.

I slid in beside him so we faced. After holding his gaze for another moment, I leaned in for a kiss.

My intention was a brief press of lips, but he grasped the back of my neck and dragged me down for a drugging kiss. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and explored the recesses. He sought to encourage me to match his ardor—and I did.

I reciprocated by running my hand through his hair and then trailing my fingers down his spine as I insinuated myself closer.

Donovan clearing his throat had us pulling away from the kiss—but not away from each other. He stood, gloriously naked, at the foot of the bed. His dark cock stood out proud from a thatch of trimmed hair. With his crossed arms, he looked like a domineering God.

I might’ve giggled.

He arched an eyebrow.

Hamish held up the sheet in invitation.

I scooted to the side, revealing to Donovan he was welcome to the center.

After a moment, he came over to my side of the bed, crawled over me, and settled between the two of us.

When Hamish began to pull up the sheet, Donovan waylaid him.

“I want to see you.” He glanced over at me. “You too.” He fingered my chest hair. “This is fucking sexy.”

“I know, right?” Hamish grinned. “He tries to play down how he’s not a real silver fox—because he’s not old. In fact, I’m the oldest…which feels a little weird…but anyway, that chest of silver hair covering those amazing muscles and, oh my God, his cock.”

A weird compulsion to cover myself overtook me.

Before I had a chance to make a move, though, Donovan grasped my arm in a strong viselike grip and held it back.

“Yes, I definitely want to see his cock again. Up close and personal this time.” Said with a massive amount of lasciviousness.

Hamish flushed. “Well, I always used think of it as a dick. Or a penis. But like, that’s not how guys talk on the videos and…” He halted. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Donovan burst out laughing. “Oh, Hamish, you’re priceless. You’ve watched porn.”

“Uh…”

He leaned over and placed a kiss to the man’s reddening cheek. “I love it.” Finally, he released my arm. Then he gazed over toward me. “Don’t ever cover yourself in my presence. Or with Hamish.”

I swallowed. “Yes.” Because I’d assumed that applied to all of us.

Hamish caught my gaze and gave me that boyish grin I was so familiar with and loved so very much.

Donovan grasped Hamish’s hair. “I’m going to kiss you, and Tyson’s going to play with your cock.”

The other man nodded vigorously.

Catching my eye, Donovan winked. “But don’t let him come.”

“Uh…” Hamish squirmed. “Every time he touches me…I…uh…”

Donovan chuckled. “Well, focus, my dear. I have plans for you, and if you come too soon, then you might ruin them.”