Page 135 of Donovan's Men

Languorously, I slid him against my palm. Not rough. Just gentle strokes. Finally, I slid my thumb over his slit.

Eventually, at length, he started to harden. Emboldened, I lowered my head to lick his crown.

He groaned, and his cock leapt in my grasp.

Grinning, I sucked his head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue and used my mouth to coax it out of its slumber.If I can’t get him hard, then I have to re-evaluate. Maybe he’s just saying what he thinks we want to hear.Even as I had the thought, though, he thickened and lengthened.

He ran his hands through my shaggy hair. I kept meaning to get a haircut—and they kept telling me they liked it longer. A trim. I’d get a trim.

Donovan’s grip tightened. “If you don’t want me to come, you might want to ease off.”

I chuckled. And let his cock slip from my mouth. As I positioned myself so I could see his entrance, Tyson grasped Donovan’s shaft at the base. He winked at Donovan. “Just in case you were thinking of going limp.”

“Oh, something tells me that’s not going to happen.” His gaze held mine—saw all the way down into my soul.

I swallowed. Then drizzled lube onto my fingers. I’d done this with Tyson—and fingered myself a few times—so I understood the mechanics. The emotions behind this monumental moment were a little beyond me, though. Nothing had prepared me for the level of vulnerability Donovan was opening himself up to.

“I’m okay.”

Our gazes clashed.

He nodded.

I circled my finger around his rim.

He blinked.

Frustration hit me because he was beingstoicDonovan. Putting up that impenetrable mask. I hadn’t seen much of this side of him. At least not since he’d discussed his sister. I’d thought we’d moved past this.

Again, he nodded. “I’m okay, sweetheart. I’ll say if I’m not. I promise.”

Which meant so very much.

“Okay.” Slowly, I sank my index finger into him.

He sucked in a breath. Only now did it occur to me that he might never have even done this to himself. That wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. Some guys just had no interest in being penetrated in any way.

“More.” He bobbed his head. “Give me more.”

I added a second finger. He was so damn tight. Gently, I tried to scissor my fingers. Tried to open him up as best I could. Then taking a chance, I twisted my wrist and gently found his prostate.

He jerked. “Holy shit.”

Tyson laughed. “Yeah, trust the doc to find your happy spot.”

“Oh fucking God, yes.” Again, he blinked. “Okay, I never—”

“Don’t come.” Tyson issued the warning even as Donovan thrust his hips up so his cock slid in Tyson’s grasp.

I withdrew my fingers.

Donovan groaned.

Again, Tyson chuckled. “Man, you have no idea what you’re in for.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Donovan said the words dryly.

I stopped with the bottle of lube in my hand.