Page 127 of Donovan's Men

“Donovan’s arranged for a cleaning person to come in.” Hamish grinned. “He’s worried Cole will find out we were here.”

Tyson snickered. “Yeah.Open invitations. Did Cole really extend that offer to you?”

“When he moved in. He gave me a key and my own code.”

“So he can look at the alarm history and know we were here.”

“Sure…but why would he?” I linked my arms with my men and directed us into the kitchen. “We can have our hot drinks in the living room while watching the sunset.”

“That sounds distinctly like bribery.” Hamish grinned. “But it’ll work.”

Cole had the most amazing view of the North Shore Mountains. And if the sunset was as glorious as the one had been last night, we were in for a real treat. Hamish and I had caught the sun going down while waiting for Tyson to come home from his shift. And now, barring any murders, he was off for a couple of days.

I hadplans.

The scent of coffee filled the air as the kettle boiled.

Hamish took charge of preparing his tea. Tyson and I were allowed to try, but I always got the feeling we never got it quite right. And that Hamish would never complain.

Fortunately, Tyson liked his coffee strong, and when I indulged, I took it the same way.

We took our steaming mugs into the living room.

As naturally as I did at home, I sat in the middle with each of my partners on either side.

Hamish generally preferred my left while Tyson appeared quite happy to be on the other side.

We took turns, though. Especially if one of the guys had a rough day and needed an extra bit of loving attention. My work meant I rarely had bad days. Just wasn’t a thing. Yeah, I had days when I wanted to yell because my instructions weren’t being followed to the letter. But purely bad days just didn’t happen. I didn’t even have flashbacks to the shooting. It probably helped that Meggibeth had shot us on the streets of Vancouver and not in our cozy studio. That would’ve been more traumatic, I was certain.

Hamish tweaked my nose. “What’re you thinking?”

“All the things I’m going to do to you.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tyson

My cock perked up at Donovan’s words.

I thrust the thought we were trespassing out of my mind.

Well, mostly.

Donovan and Cole were so tight that my man would never jeopardize that—no matter how badly he wanted to do this…BDSM…thing with us.

“What exactly are you thinking of doing to poor Hamish?”

Hamish glared.

As usual, it had little effect on me. I knew him. This was all for show.

“With Hamish’s permission”—Donovan gave him a meaningful look—“I want to do a scene.”

Hamish swallowed. Hard. “Uh, yeah, okay.”

“But I need to know what you think you can take. What you think you might like.”

“That hardly seems fair.” I gazed at Hamish. “It’s not like he has experience…” I trailed off as my partner pinkened further.Oh, this is interesting.