Page 136 of Donovan's Men

“That doesn’t meanstop.” He scraped his nails over his scalp—something he did when frustrated with himself. “Please keep going. Don’t stop, okay?” He met Tyson’s gaze. “That means you too.”

Tyson gestured for me to scoot to Donovan’s other side and to replace his hand with mine.

With all due haste, I did exactly that. His cock was warm and heavy in my hands, and for fun, I swiped my thumb over his slit again.

“Goddamn it. I thought you didn’t want me to come.” He said the words through gritted teeth.

Tyson, having taken my position between Donovan’s thighs, lubed himself. He met my gaze. “You hold him steady.”

“Sure.”Like I can really do anything when it comes to our third. He’s his own man in every way.Still, I could continue to hold his cock. That felt like the least I could do.

Tyson lined himself up at Donovan’s entrance.

“I’m ready.” Donovan arched his neck back. “I’m so fucking ready.”

“Eyes on me.” Tyson issued the same command Donovan had given me the first time we’d made love. The intensity of that stare—well, Donovan’s and Tyson’s—couldn’t be overstated.

“Patience.” Yet even as he said the word, Tyson pressed his cock against Donovan’s hole.

From there he just did what he did with me. Patience and strength mixed with love and affection. In and almost all the way out. Then pressing in farther. Over and over.

Eventually, after what felt like an especially long time, Tyson clearly bottomed out. “I’m in.”

“Thank fuck.” Donovan. Again through gritted teeth.

I squeezed his cock.

“Oh Jesus, sweetheart.”

“More? Less?” I grinned.

“All of the above?”

“I’m going to move.” This time, Tyson said the words through a clenched jaw. “God, Donovan, you’re so damn tight.” He pulled out almost to the tip, then thrust back in.

Donovan grunted.

I held his cock, firm in my hand.

With every thrust, Tyson picked up the pace.

Donovan met him with the same urgency. Accepting what was being offered and coming back for more. “I want to come.” He might’ve whined that.

“Jerk him, Hamish. Make him come.”

Oh, I liked the sound of that.

My fingers had some residual lube, so Donovan slid between my fingers. I matched the rhythm Tyson set—which was a damn demanding one.

Sweat broke out across his brow as he clearly gave Donovan his full attention.

In return, Donovan kept his gaze focused on Tyson. He grunted with every thrust, all the while uttering oaths quietly. Nothing I could make out—but clearly swear words of some kind.

Which amused me to no end, but I held in the laughter as I jerked him off. If I’d learned one thing from these men, humor was the best part of sex.

Of making love.

I’d never laughed so much in my life.