Page 134 of Donovan's Men

“Sticking his cock up Cole’s ass? I swear to God, Cole was joking. Only not entirely. I mean—” Donovan sighed. “Cole shouldn’t have been so open—but he did that for my benefit.”

“To prove to you that even the best dominant could cede control at some point.” Tyson scratched his nose. “Except we’re not asking you to give up any control.” He reached for his hot chocolate—which would be stone cold by now. “For another—”

Donovan grasped his arm to waylay him.

We stilled.

He took a deep breath. “What if I want to? What if I wasn’t actually joking? Well, I had been because I didn’t think anyone would take me up on the offer.”

The moment held—suspended.

Finally, I couldn’t take the tension. “Are you asking me or asking Tyson?”

“Oh, sweetheart. The only way either of us is going to let you top is if you come to us and make a case why you’ve changed your mind. I just don’t see that happening.”

“Me either.” Tyson ruffled my hair. “But we’re here if things evolve and you want to try again.”

“Nope.”

They laughed at my adamant refusal. I knew myself. Sticking my cock into Tyson’s ass hadnotbeen my happy place.

Donovan cleared his throat.

Tyson and I gave him our full attention.

“Just once.” He scratched his jaw. “I want to know.”

“Know?” I prompted him. I knew what he meant—but he needed to articulate the idea himself.

“To cede control. To give myself over to someone else. Well, two someones.”

Ah. “You’re saying if you were here alone with Tyson, then you won’t be willing to try.” I stroked his cheek again.

He leaned into the touch. “Yeah.”

Tyson leaned over, and their lips met.

The kiss was light. Gentle. Loving.

Much like both men.

Donovan pulled back first. He gazed down at me. “Are you comfortable prepping me? Because I’m certain—”

“I’m fine with it. That wasn’t what I minded.” I’d prepped Tyson as a way to calm my nerves. That had worked—to an extent—but the actual penetration hadn’t been pleasant for me. To each guy his own. “Lie back.”

Tyson scooted over so I could shift and Donovan could lie in the center of the bed.

I snagged the bottle of lube, then knelt between Donovan’s spread thighs.

His cock was flaccid.

I cut Tyson a look.Are we doing the right thing?

The look he gave me in return, with a knit brow, wasn’t reassuring. Still, he pointed to Donovan’s crotch. “You know he loves when you suck him off.”

I grinned because yes, in fact, Donovan loved when I gave him blow jobs. No one could fake that level of enthusiasm.Taking Tyson’s words for the encouragement he clearly meant for them to be, I grasped Donovan’s cock at the base.

He eyed me.