Page 43 of Donovan's Men

I moved the chair so I had the most perfect view of everything.

“We, uh, need to get you more comfortable.” Tyson pulled the fleece blanket from the top of the couch. “You can sit on this.”

Hamish tilted his head in question.

“Cold leather on your ass doesn’t feel pleasant—it’ll pull your focus.” Another grin.

“Ah.” Those damn cheeks pinkened again. He rose.

Tyson placed the blanket below. “Also, in case there’s any mess.”

“Oh.”

Hamish shot his gaze to me.

“Washing machine. Don’t give it another thought.” To myself, I laughed. Trust Tyson to think of that. Trust Doc to be worried about that.

Tyson straightened so the two men stood facing each other.

From my angle, the negligible two inches made no difference.

“We can—”

Hamish cut off Tyson’s words by lunging forward to claim a kiss.

Tyson welcomed the kiss, opening his mouth immediately and angling his head to grant Hamish better access. Then he slid his hands down Hamish’s flanks to rest on the man’s hips.

In reciprocity, Hamish slid his arms under Tyson’s, then reached for the cop’s hips. Almost as if on instinct, he moved his hands around to Tyson’s ass and dragged him closer.

Their cocks brushed.

I gave mine a rub through my sweats. I’d seen guys making out before. Hell, I’d witnessed Cole fucking plenty of men—and women—usually very naked. Yet the scene before me—with two clothed men—was far more erotic than anything I’d ever viewed.

Tyson, as he continued the kiss, eased his hand around to Hamish’s waist.

He paused.

Hamish, pulling back, met his gaze.

And nodded.

Tyson unbuttoned Hamish’s corduroy pants, unzipped them, then insinuated his hand inside, including under the tighty-whities.

Oh my God, so adorable.

Hamish bucked into the touch, closing his eyes on a long sigh. That sigh turned into a moan when Tyson curled his hand, obviously cupping the man’s cock.

After a moment, Hamish licked his lips, clearly dry. “I don’t know—”

“I do.” Tyson eased both hands under the waistband of the underwear and tugged them down, along with the cords.

Hamish squeaked. Whether from the cold air against his cock or the fact Tyson now knelt before him, I wasn’t certain. His cock stuck straight out—proud and ready for action.

I spotted a drop of precum on the tip.

Tyson looked up at Hamish who, in turn, gazed down.

Hamish nodded.