Page 59 of Donovan's Men

“So you can chase bad guys.” Said with an oddly neutral tone.

“Not so much as before. I mostly solve crimes after the fact.”

“But suspects run. They have guns.” Hamish seemed oddly fixated on this.

Tyson ran his finger along the man’s cheek. “I always take care. Maybe for a time I didn’t. But now—” He glanced between the two of us. “A reason to live.”

I swallowed as I continued to watch.

He patted the seat I’d vacated. “Best view.”

Quite possibly. Because I’d be able to see both their faces. I sat on the couch sideways, tucking one leg under my ass and placing my arm along the back of the couch. Within a hair’s breadth of touching Tyson—yet still respecting his need for distance.

Much as I was sorely tempted.

Hamish undid Tyson’s jeans’ button. Slowly, he lowered the zipper. “Would you be more comfortable out of these?”

Indecision crossed Tyson’s expression. Because he worried that might be too intimate? Or because cold faux leather could be uncomfortable?

I rose, grabbed a blanket draped over a chair, and gestured for Tyson to stand.

He did.

As I positioned the blanket, I resisted the urge to grab his ass. “You might be more comfortable with them off entirely.” I grinned as I resumed my position.

Tyson met my gaze. Then turned his attention to Hamish. “That okay?”

Hamish nodded furiously.

So Tyson dumped his wallet, cell phone, and my keys on the coffee table. Then he removed both his jeans and his boxer briefs.

I might’ve salivated.

Then he sat back down and resumed his position—sinking into the couch.

Yeah, he’s going to need that support.

Hamish again placed his hands on Tyson’s abs.

I admired Tyson’s patience as his erect cock—curling up toward his belly—leaked a drop of precum. I would’ve licked it up, but Hamish appeared more focused on Tyson’s chest. More entranced with the white hair. I had a passing curiosity as to why he didn’t shave. Except, goddamn it, that look was so fucking sexy. He was also super pale—not surprising this deep into the winter.

Slowly, Hamish moved his hands so, eventually, they grasped Tyson’s cock.

Tyson closed his eyes in obvious pleasure and let out a moan. “Oh God. That feels so good.”

Hamish frowned. “But I haven’t done anything.”

“Babe.” Another moan. “Anytime you touch me, I’m ready to go off like a firecracker. You make me combustible in a way no one ever has before.”

He didn’t look at me, but I read the unspoken statement. In all likelihood, I’d make him feel the same way.Well, we’re just going to have to ensure that’s the case.

Hamish gave Tyson’s cock a few experimental tugs. “Do you need lube?”

I nearly popped up to rush to my suitcase in my bedroom. Because, of course, I’d brought plenty.

Tyson shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Right.” Hamish nodded. “Because I’m giving you a blow job.”