Page 133 of Donovan's Men

Donovan’s eyes went wide.

“Night, you guys.” Cole cut the connection.

“Well, fuck me.” Donovan held his phone reverentially. He and Cole were on equal grounds with their friendship, but Cole was the bigger star. That he ensured Donovan was there for every step of the ride was pretty sweet.

Tyson relieved him of the phone and placed it on the nightstand. “Oh, maybe I’ll do just that.”

I noted someone had moved the lube to the nightstand as well while I’d been blissed out.

This is going to be fun.

As if sensing my mood, Tyson kissed my cheek. “You mind?”

“Watching you fuck Donovan? Oh hell no.”

Donovan raised his hand. “Do I get a say in this?”

Tyson blinked. “Of course you do. Just you said,well, fuck me, and I’m offering to take you up on that request.”

“I—” He swallowed. “I’ve never…”

I cocked my head. “Like, ever?”

He shook his head. “Control’s a thing with me. Ever since Lisa killed herself, I swore I’d never be out of control again.”

This wasn’t the first time he’d spoken of his sister. Sort of like now he’d shared that secret, he could share her. He’d even shown us photographs. The early ones showed a vibrant and happy child. The later years showed the pain behind the smile.

A freight train impact was too nice of a way to die. Fucking asshole molester.

I stroked his cheek. “Donovan. You know full well that you’d be entirely in control in this scenario. And no one’s pressuring you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” I shifted—enjoying the tingling in my ass. He’d pounded me pretty well. Just the way I liked it.

He held my gaze with his mesmerizing dark-brown eyes. His pupils were blown so wide in the dark light that I could barely see any irises. “Sweetheart?”

I nodded.

“This would be like asking you to fuck me. Or Tyson.”

I winced. “I could point out I tried to, uh—”

“Make love to me.” Tyson cocked his head at Donovan. “He found the courage to try. To say that isn’t his jam is an understatement.”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes. That.” Still, I bit my lower lip. “If you asked me to penetrate you, Donovan, I would. Because it’s you. Just like if Tyson begged, I’d consider trying again with him.”

“But it’s not your happy place.” Donovan enunciated the words clearly.

“Right. And so maybe having Tyson make love to you isn’t your happy place. I’m saying we respect your decision—whatever it is.”

“You know…” He swallowed.

“That you’ve got some deep-seated belief that you’d be less of a man? Yeah. Even Tyson figured that one out.”

“And I don’t have a PhD in psychology.” Tyson grinned. Then sobered. “We absolutely do not have to do this. I’m just saying the offer’s on the table if you ever change your mind.”

“Also—” I held up my hand. As I often did. Old habits died hard.

Both DonovanandTyson rolled their eyes.

I smiled for a moment, then turned serious. “No one in this relationship would think any less of you. Hell, Cole’s joked about Michael, uh—” Likely, at this point, my cheeks were fire-engine red.