Page 132 of Donovan's Men

Donovan grinned. “Yep. Oh shit.”

“What?” I tried to see but couldn’t manage.

“Geneva also posted that Cole was escorted down the red carpet by his two lovers and looked mighty well for having been shot less than two months ago.”

Involuntarily, I touched Donovan’s scar on his arm where the bullet had grazed him. The wound had healed, and he’d recovered psychologically, but the memory still haunted me. And I hadn’t even known him when the shooting occurred.

His phone vibrated. He jostled.

I turned to Tyson, holding out my mug. “Maybe when the three of us are settled and there aren’t any telephonic distractions?”

“Hey, buddy.” Donovan’s voice had a forced lightness. “That’s great about Elouise. How are you holding—”

Tyson took my mug and put it on the other nightstand along with his own.

“Sure, I can put you on speakerphone.” Donovan hit a button.

“Hello, Hamish. Hello, Tyson.” Cole didn’t sound amused.

Tyson and I stammered out greetings.

“I would like to say…” Murmurings. “Sorry,wewould like to say that we hope you’re in the dungeon and not making use of my extra-large bed in our bedroom.”

Heat ran up my chest, hastened along my neck, and soon my cheeks flushed. I glanced at Tyson. He appeared a little peaked as well.

“Not sure what you’re talking about.” Donovan squirmed.

“Bullshit.” Cole snickered.

Ah, now I recognized his dry humor.

“My alarm company sends me a text whenever someone enters the house. With the access code they used.”

“Oh shit.” Donovan’s face fell.

Laughter in the background had me wondering if Cole haduson speakerphone.

“Caressa and Michael send their love. Oh, and maybe next time ask?”

Donovan swallowed. “Would you have saidyes?”

“Possibly.” More laughter. “Probably. Well, enjoy your evening, gentlemen. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Just the afterglow,” I managed to squeak.

Cole laughed. “Good to know I can still time things appropriately.”

“You’re okay with this?” Donovan’s brow furrowed.

“I love you, Donovan. You’re like a brother to me. Tyson and Hamish make you happy, which makes them family to us as well. Just make sure you clean up the…”

This time, the laughter exploded from Donovan. “You can’t even say cum?”

“Speakerphone,” Caressa filled in. “But thanks for the imagery. I take it you made use of the dungeon?”

Tyson coughed.

“Well, we’re thinking about it as well.” Her laughter tinkled.