Page 102 of Donovan's Men

“That was the plan.”

“Yes, but you won’t be able to support your weight—”

“Are you calling me fat?”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

Hamish sputtered. “Uh, solid muscle? Hell no.”

In return, Donovan chuckled. “Okay. But I want Tyson to prep you.”

Hamish stiffened against me.

Does he not want…

Then he pushed his ass against my cock, and I was left in no doubt of that intentional move.

Donovan reached for the bottle of lube with his left arm and casually—and carefully—tossed it my way.

I caught it deftly.

Hamish glanced over his shoulder.

I scooted farther away so I was almost off the bed, and I encouraged him to lie flat on his back.

“We need a bigger bed.” Hamish grumbled the words with a little furrow in his brow.

“I have a bigger bed.” Donovan made a show of glancing around the stunning condo with its million-dollar view. “I can see into my neighbor’s backyard when I leave the blinds up.”

“Which I suspect isn’t often.” I chuckled, trying to coax him to return from the inherent need he had to compare everything. His competitive streak stretched a mile long.

“I thought I was supposed to prep you. Scoot up, lean back, and show me your beautiful hole.”

He gulped. Then complied.

After he settled, I spread his legs and nestled between them.

His gaze never left mine.

I poured lube onto my fingers.

“You, uh, going to warm it up again?”

Donovan chuckled. “Oh man, later I want a blow-by-blow of what I missed.”

“Oh, I promise you will.” I didn’t break eye contact with Hamish, but I did nod Donovan’s way. “He was very stoic through his first hand job.”

“I blew my load at the earliest opportunity.”

Sensing the moment, I pushed up onto my knees, leaned over him, and placed my lips on his. The kiss began languid but quickly turned steamy as he again welcomed the invasion of my tongue.

I guided his hand to hold his cock and balls out of the way.

He complied.

Then as I continued hot and demanding kisses, I circled my finger around his rim.

As expected, he tensed.