Page 42 of Donovan's Men

Tyson gently raked his hand through Hamish’s shaggy hair, then cupped the back of his head to tug him closer.

Hamish, for his part, grasped Tyson’s jaw, drawing him nearer.

My cock hardened in my sweatpants. I was glad my arm was almost healed.

Tyson had crawled even closer, and his hands continued to inch up Hamish’s thighs. He could’ve made a move by now. Likely, he sensed, as I did, Hamish’s reticence. Well, maybe that was the wrong word. For all his proclamations at havinghad previous boyfriends, Hamish sure didn’t act suave and sophisticated when it came to physical affection.

He pulled back. “I…uh…” His cheeks were stained crimson red.

“Yeah, me too.” Tyson nodded.

That’s all I got since I could only see the back of his head.

Hamish gazed up at me. “I want you. Too,” he rushed to add, pivoting his attention back to Tyson.

“But you want to stick to Tyson for now because that doesn’t cross your professional boundaries.”

His face relaxed as if my words were the balm he needed—the confirmation I was okay with things the way they were.

I gestured to my arm. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting. Or from watching.”

“Watching?” Hamish might’ve squeaked that.

“Or I can leave.”Please, please, please don’t ask me to leave. Anything but that.

Tyson stroked Hamish’s cheek. “Can I give you a blow job?” He turned so I could see his face, winked, then pivoted his gaze back to Hamish.

Hamish’s eyes were as wide as proverbial saucers.

“Unless that’s not your thing. I mean, you might be ace or demi…” Tyson said the words casually. Just repeating the earlier question.

“I…uh…” Hamish cleared his throat. “I’m not ace. I am capable of sexual attraction. Of wanting to have sex with someone.”

Noting that he hadn’t saidneeded, I nodded for him to continue.

“Just…” He rubbed his face with his hand. “I haven’t done this a lot.” He groaned. “Like, ever.”

A week ago, meeting a thirty-seven-year-old virgin might’ve shocked me. Hell, I worked in an industry where, at least forsome of us, we were pretty free with our attraction to others. And with BDSM, most of the fun was mind fucking—but I had more than a few partners who enjoyed actual fucking.

“Why?” Tyson asked the question gently.

Hamish winced. “I’ve been so focused on my career. Most of the people I meet are within the context of work. Ethics…”

“Yeah.” This time, I winced. “And here I am, asking you to break your moral position.”

“If I’d do it for anyone, it’d be you.” Those deep-green eyes held mine.

“I’ll go—”

“No.” He blinked. “Like you said—although Tyson and I have a professional relationship, of sorts, we don’t have ethical barriers to keep us from…you know…” In a bold move, he pressed the heel of his palm to his crotch. “Although—” He bit his lip. “—we shouldn’t be doing this in front of you.”

Slowly, I moved to the dining room. I snagged a chair and positioned it across from the couch. I was giving Hamish time to decide. I should’ve felt guilty—but I didn’t.

Tyson looked over his shoulder. “You’ll only be able to see the back of my head. You should be at an angle.” He gestured with his shoulder.

I met Hamish’s gaze.

He nodded.