Page 121 of Donovan's Men

“You. In bed. Naked.” He tilted his head. “Unless you need food.”

Having already snagged the hem of my sweater, I shook my head. “Uh, no. Whatever you’re planning is way more important than food.”

Tyson entered the room. He spotted me about to pull off my clothes and grinned. “Oh, like that, is it? You horny?”

“Around you two? Always.” I looked back and forth between the two of them. “Yes, uh, now?”

We’d already removed our shoes at the door, so when Tyson unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, he was able to yank them right off—with his underwear.

His cock thickened as he pulled his button-down shirt over his head—not even bothering with the buttons. Finally, he tugged off his socks, and then he grabbed the blankets and pulled them down. He paused. “What’s taking so long?”

Donovan chuckled. “I love watching you. Now I’m going to piss, and I expect you two to be making out by the time I get back.”

I yanked my sweater over my head as he closed the bathroom door. And I promptly had to push down my flyaway hair. “God Almighty.”

“Did you just swear?” Amusement laced Tyson’s voice.

“Uh…no? That’s not a real swear word.” I unbuttoned and unzipped my corduroy pants. After removing them, I scooped Tyson’s clothes as well and created a nice pile on the chair.

He sighed loudly. “We won’t be making out, and Donovan won’t be happy.”

In response, I wrenched off my socks, dispensed of my underwear, and joined Tyson under the covers.

He pulled me so I lay above him—our bodies touching at every possible spot. He tapped my ass. “You sore?”

I shook my head—finding words impossible.

“Good, because I think it’s my turn.”

I gulped.

“And then, another day, maybe you’ll want to do me.”

My gut reaction was still ano. But not the hardnofrom before. The more time I spent around these men, the more I understood I was more likely to hurt them emotionally than physically. Part of preventing that hurt was to remain open and honest at all times. I swallowed. “I want you to fuck me.”

He quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “Oh, with pleasure.”

I bit my lower lip. “Do you think Donovan, you know…”

“Well…” His deep-brown eyes held my gaze. “I don’t know if he’d let me, but if you asked, I bet he’d seriously consider it.”

“And likely say no.” Donovan crawled under the blankets. “You’re not making out.”

“You’re super quiet,” I countered.

“Stealth.” He waggled his eyebrows. “It’s a ninja thing.”

I frowned.

He tapped the frown line. “So you’re not sore?”

God, he’d heard that much of the conversation? “Uh, no. I thought I might, but…”

“I went easy on you last night.” Donovan grinned. “And until you give me permission, I’ll continue to treat you with kid gloves.”

“Maybe I’ll never be ready for the…uh…tough stuff.”

He leaned over and placed a kiss to my cheek. “Then we stay in the gentle arena forever.” He glanced over at Tyson.