Page 103 of Donovan's Men

“Relax.” Donovan’s soothing voice washed over both of us.

Hamish obeyed.

I slowly sank a finger into him.

He moaned.

Experimentally, I added a second finger.

He shifted.

I sank in deeper. And slowly, I felt him relaxing. So I pulled back from the kiss, then pressed our sweat-slicked foreheads against each other. Then, sadist that I was, I continued to work his hole. I scissored, I twisted, and eventually—to my delight—I found his prostate.

His entire body reacted as if hit with an electric jolt. “Jesus.” His whisper might’ve been a little reverential.

Donovan’s answering chuckle might’ve been a little amused.

Hamish’s head lolled back as he dragged his lower lip through his teeth again.

“He’s ready.” Donovan’s voice rumbled.

After a long moment, I withdrew my fingers. I snagged a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wiped them.

Dazedly, Hamish met my gaze. “I…”

I leaned back over to press a broken kiss to his lips. “Only if you want to.”

“Oh, I want.”

“Then let Donovan show you.”

He nodded.

When I turned him toward Donovan, I found the man had rolled on a condom and lubed himself while we’d been busy.

His cock curled up toward his belly, and I took a moment to admire.

He held out his left hand.

Hamish took it.

He encouraged Hamish to crawl over and then straddle him.

Our third complied willingly with an eager grin on his face.

“Grab my cock.” Donovan issued the command to Hamish, glanced over at me, grinning, then turned back to Hamish.

In the past, I might’ve felt envy. Not today. I’d sampled Hamish—now Donovan’s turn had come.

Hamish tentatively grasped Donovan’s cock.

Donovan placed his hand over the other man’s and gripped firmly.

“Yeah, okay.” Hamish slowly raised himself and, with Donovan’s assistance, guided him to his entrance.

Slowly—ever so slowly—he sank.

Donovan flexed his jaw.