Page 105 of Donovan's Men

Chapter Twenty

Hamish

There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to remain in cum-stained sheets and covered in the sticky stuff. What with being a fastidious person and all.

Finally, once my sanity returned and my heartbeat was somewhat back to normal, I rolled off Donovan.

Our skin stuck.

Ick.

Tyson slowly rolled off the other side of the bed and languidly straightened.

His cock was flaccid, and I might’ve chuckled. Inappropriately, but it was what it was.

He glared.

Donovan laughed.

Playfully, I smacked his hip. “We’re all having showers and changing the sheets.”

A groan escaped Donovan’s lips. “I just had a really hard day’s work—”

“That has nothing to do with sleeping in clean sheets.” I scrutinized him. “I suppose I could just wipe you down—but you still need to move so Tyson and I can change the sheets.”

Donovan cracked one eye open. And met Tyson’s amused grin.

Tyson shrugged. “I’m with Hamish. He erupted like a geyser, and I came pretty hard as well.” He pointed to a significant wet spot.

I placed a hand on my hip—very aware my own flaccid dick hung loose. “So?”

“You head into the shower, and I’ll be right behind.” Donovan stretched. “And we better make it separate showers, or we might get frisky with each other.”

I perked up.

Tyson snickered. “Refractory periods are a thing.”

My cock agreed with him. Yeah, not in the next few minutes, anyway. “Later?”

“Count on it.” Donovan’s deep voice resonated through me.

I skedaddled to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. Somehow I hadn’t gotten cum in my hair, but it’d landed in other places.

Huh.None of us had actually touched my cock. I’d never come that way before. I always needed…a hand.

I snickered. Oh God, cheesy. Yet noteworthy. Donovan’d carried me away into a realm I’d never experienced before. As I cleansed my sensitive skin, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to do that with Tyson. And Donovan’d implied I might want to be the one giving at some point.

That didn’t sit right, but I was well aware people’s sexual preferences evolved over time. I might eventually become comfortable with the idea of topping one or both of them.Huh. Will Donovan ever let me top him?An intriguing thought.

And we hadn’t even touched the dominance and submissive potential aspects of the relationship.Do I want Donovan to break me? What would that feel like? Would it make me more empathetic to my patients?

Which circled me back to the hearing at the end of the month. The college was moving swiftly with this. They intended to speak to Donovan and Tyson as well as several colleagues. Then they’d make a decision about my future. I had no concept of what I would do if I wasn’t a psychologist. My first thought was academics. But an ethical violation meant I couldn’t be involved in clinical trials. I supposed I could write books orsomething, but if my disciplinary action were made public, I wouldn’t have legitimacy.

No, I was fucked.

Ha, I could say the word at will.

Things were changing.