Page 109 of Donovan's Men

“In what way?”

“I sleep on my side.”

“Oh.” Tyson snickered. “Easily solved. You roll over to face Hamish. I spoon you. You either spoon him or you lie facing each other and, you know, like, hold hands or something.”

“Or I could do the spooning.” We were all about the same height, so that shouldn’t matter.

“I like being the big spoon.” Tyson coaxed Donovan to roll over.

The big man complied.

I shifted so we faced each other. In the dark, I barely saw his irises. “Are you okay with this?”

He grasped my hands. “I’m totally okay with this.”

Tyson wrapped an arm around Donovan and tucked his hand against the man’s chest.

For a moment, I laid my hand over his.

He sighed.

Donovan’s eyes drooped.

Before I could ask if we were going to talk, his eyes shut. His breathing evened out.

Tyson let out another sigh, and soon his breathing evened out as well.

I lay there, in my bed, and thoughts swirled.

I’m not alone.

And if I had my way, I’d never be alone again.

If I had to find a new purpose in life, wasn’t I staring at it? I could find a less meaningful job if it meant being with my men.

On that thought, eventually, sleep claimed me.

Chapter Twenty-One

Donovan

I awoke warm—but not uncomfortably so.

Tyson remained plastered to my back.

Somehow, in the night, Hamish had turned in his sleep. He now snuggled up against me with his perfect ass resting against my cock.

Said cock was very happy about the situation.

Weak dawn light filtered through the blinds, meaning it must be close to eight o’clock. My bladder reminded me we’d gone to bed nearly ten hours ago.

So…disturb Tyson or Hamish?

Neither option appealed, but wetting the bed would be much worse.

As if in answer to an unsaid prayer, Tyson shifted, kissed my shoulder blade, then slowly pulled back.

I extricated myself from Hamish and gently rolled off the bed to follow.