Page 137 of Donovan's Men

“I’m coming. Shit, Hamish…Tyson…” That was all he managed before he tensed, then erupted all over my hand.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Tyson thrust, then held himself still. He arched his neck back and let out…a howl?

I had no idea. Whether out of pure pleasure or some animalistic need to claim his mate, I couldn’t be certain. The sound surprised me, though. He’d never done that with me.

No, our joinings were more sedate. More tender.

Donovan showed me ardor.

Tyson demonstrated tenderness.

Between these two men, in this moment? I didn’t want to say a fight for dominance—because no violence occurred. Perhaps just a clashing of personalities.

On that thought, as if the strings holding him up were cut, Tyson collapsed on Donovan.

Awkwardly, I released Donovan’s cock and slid my hand from between their bodies.

He snagged my arm. “Come here.” The invitation—or command—came out a little slurred.

I grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed and yanked it over us. Then I nestled into his side.

Tyson, still in his grip, feathered his fingers through my hair. “God, Hamish.”

“Yeah?” I perked right the fuck up. I liked the scratch in his voice. Like that howl had made his vocal cords raw.

“I love you.” Donovan closed his eyes.

Tyson and I exchanged a look. Then we pivoted our attention back to Donovan.

He cracked an eye open. “I know you heard me. I should’ve said this long before now. I just…I didn’t have the words.”

“Really?I love youseems pretty simple.” Tyson said the words with humor.

I understood what Donovan was really saying, though. Aside from Cole, Donovan hadn’t allowed himself to love anyone since his sister’s suicide. Love came with risks. Dominance meant he could always hold himself apart.

Tonight was so much more than just letting Tyson top him.

“I love you too.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And I even love Tyson.”

“Hey.” Said with no mirth or malice. Just amusement. He tugged my hair. “I love you both as well. I never—” He swallowed. “I didn’t think life dealt me a fair hand. Now my entire world has shifted.”

I stroked down his back. “In a good way, I hope.”

“Yep.” He offered me a smile. “This is a forever thing, right?”

Donovan tightened his grip on both of us. “Hell fucking yes.”

“And we can stay here until morning?” My request. The thought of redressing and heading back to my condo—where my men had basically moved in—overwhelmed. I just wanted to sleep forever. Basking in the glow of love.

After a moment, Donovan chuckled. “We just have to be dressed by the time the cleaner arrives.”

I grabbed his phone, entered the passcode, set the alarm, put the thing back on the nightstand, cuddled up to my men, and promptly fell asleep. Because afterI love you, what else was there to say?

Epilogue

Donovan

Hamish’s hand at my back steadied me.