Page 126 of Donovan's Men

“Oh, fuck that.” Tyson took a stern stance. “Because I’m not coming back here again. And with Cole’s filming resuming onVJnext week, when exactly will your friend be leaving again? And taking his partners with him?”

“I’m sure we could convince them to go to Whistler for a weekend—”

“No way.” Tyson’s scowl didn’t lessen. “We do this tonight, or I’m out.”

I tipped my chin toward him. “Are you issuing an ultimatum?” Because that wasn’t like him. He was about takingtime to evaluate all the options. Of the three of us, I was the impetuous one. Hence showing up at Cole’s house. Well, I’d planned it out as soon as Cole confirmed the three of them were heading down to LA. But I had several contingencies. “We could always do this at my house—”

Hamish raised his hands. “Uh, what would your tenant think? I mean, have you…”

“I’ve donesomethings in my house, yes. I couldn’t rely entirely on having Cole’s place available. I’ve also been to Club Kink, as you know. I mean, we could always go there—”

“Oh hell no.” This time, the corners of Tyson’s mouth twitched.

Yes.

“Do you guys want a drink? No alcohol.” I gestured toward the kitchen.

Hamish snickered. “Yeah, even I know that.”

“Well, one would be okay if you have a decent tolerance.” I glanced meaningfully at Hamish.

He blushed.

“I’ll make a pot of coffee.” Tyson rubbed his stomach. “We ate decent-sized meals.”

“Because we weren’t all nervous.” Hamish scratched his elbow.

“Make a decaffeinated tea for him,” I suggested.

“You got it.” Tyson headed off to the kitchen. We’d been here just enough times for my guys to know their way around.

Hamish leaned over. “We’re not going to, you know, use their bed or—”

I laughed. “No. We’d be welcome to a spare room, but there’s a bed in the dungeon.”

He cocked his head in thought. “Oh, that’s convenient.”

“Yeah. If the urge overtakes you, it’s nice not to have to run upstairs to find a bed. Oh, there’s a nice leather sectional in the party room.”

“Cum stains,” Hamish pointed out, wrinkling his brow.

Ever my practical man. I wouldn’t tell him the things I’d done on that couch. When Cole was otherwise occupied with other people in the bed.

And I loved that, as a triad, we’d been able to ditch the condoms.

Hamish met my gaze, those powerful green eyes mesmerizing me. “So…who’s going to clean up?”

“Well, we’ll do a cursory job tonight. But I’ve arranged for a cleaner to come first thing in the morning. Long before Cole and crew are due back, you’ll be relieved to know. They’ll never know we were here.”

“Something tells me that’s overly optimistic of you, but I’ll choose to believe you because I like my new friends, and I don’t want them weirded out we were here and…using their equipment.” Hamish scrunched his nose.

Is now the right time to tell him a few of my toys are still here?I’d been meaning to remove them, but there’d never been a good time.

Caressa hadn’t taken the discovery of the dungeon well. Then Cole’d been shot and…time had gotten away from all of us. The shooting had been two months ago, but BDSM never came up.

Of course, I’d been busy with my guys.

“Coffee’s on.” Tyson clapped his hands. “And I’ve set the kettle to boil.”