Page 87 of Donovan's Men

“Everything?” Donovan sounded skeptical.

Part of me felt offended for Tyson. The bigger part chuckled.

“Yes, everything.” He strung the word out on an exaggerated tone.

“About your past as well? Because there’s something you’re not saying.”

Tyson’s gaze shot to me.

I cocked my head.

He winced.

“In his own time.” I attempted soothing. “We won’t push.”

“Oh, we won’t, will we?” Donovan’s tone hit just the right note of amused. “Well, whatever you say, Doc.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You know, he really hates that nickname.” Tyson sticking up for me.

“I don’t—”

He cut me off with a glare.

“Okay, maybe.” I mumbled the words.

Donovan snickered. “Took you long enough.”

I blinked yet again. “A test?”

“Of sorts.” Donovan sighed. “And maybe not a fair one—but I needed to know you’d stand up to me. I can’t break you if I don’t know you’ll bounce back to being defiant.”

“A brat,” Tyson supplied.

I swallowed convulsively. “What?”

“I’ll explain it some other time.” Tyson whispered the words.

Donovan snickered. “Okay, has everyone unburdened themselves? For now, at least?”

I wasn’t looking forward to sharing the rest of my shit—but I also knew, without an iota of doubt, that I needed to share. But Iwouldn’t be unburdening myself only to burden the men I cared so deeply for.

So you tell yourself.

“Since Tyson and I aren’t working, I’m going to keep him here until you get back tonight.” My cock hardened at the idea.

“Okay, but no actual fucking.” Donovan huffed. “Oh, oh, unless Hamish fucks Tyson, but I want to be the one to claim Hamish’s ass—”

“Uh—”

Tyson must’ve sensed my panic, because he pressed his hand to my arm. “Uh, Donovan, we’re alongway from fucking.”

“Sure, but—”

“Donovan.” Tyson injected as much sternness in his voice as he could likely manage. “Hamish may never be ready—”

“Oh no.” I stammered a little. “I’ll definitely figure out a way to be ready, but…”