Chapter Twenty-Three #2
I wanted to laugh again, but those dark-brown eyes mesmerized. In that moment, I believed him. “Okay. Where do we start?”
The start turned out to be nabbing a coffee for Tyson and meeting him outside as he sat on a bench—his phone clutched in his hand.
We all donned our gloves and headed back. This time, only Donovan and I held hands.
Tyson had his coffee and, I believed, needed a moment to compose himself. Distress had been written all over his face when we’d handed him the cup. Oh, he’d rallied, but the pain was still obvious.
Clouds overtook us, and by the time we got to the Komagata Maru Memorial, the first flakes fell.
That was Vancouver—wait thirty seconds and the weather would change.
I didn’t remember snow in the forecast, but I’d been more focused on the fact Donovan was in my kitchen and I was relegated to the living room watching a breakfast show on television.
I couldn’t remember anyone ever having cooked in my kitchen before. Even my sister.
The snow continued as light flakes as we entered the lobby of my building. Korey, my concierge, offered us a wide smile as she took in the three of us.
Tyson had ditched his empty coffee cup in a recycling bin a bit back, but still only Donovan and I held hands. I didn’t like it, but I could see our police officer still needed time to process. We’d give it to him. We’d give him whatever he needed.
Back at the nineteenth floor, I unlocked the condo door, and we all poured in. Coats and gloves, and one knit hat, were all consigned to the front hall closet.
I made a beeline for my bathroom, having consumed plenty of liquids this morning. I emerged to find Donovan waiting.
“You. In bed. Naked.” He tilted his head. “Unless you need food.”
Having already snagged the hem of my sweater, I shook my head. “Uh, no. Whatever you’re planning is way more important than food.”
Tyson entered the room. He spotted me about to pull off my clothes and grinned. “Oh, like that, is it? You horny?”
“Around you two? Always.” I looked back and forth between the two of them. “Yes, uh, now?”
We’d already removed our shoes at the door, so when Tyson unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, he was able to yank them right off—with his underwear.
His cock thickened as he pulled his button-down shirt over his head—not even bothering with the buttons. Finally, he tugged off his socks, and then he grabbed the blankets and pulled them down. He paused. “What’s taking so long?”
Donovan chuckled. “I love watching you. Now I’m going to piss, and I expect you two to be making out by the time I get back.”
I yanked my sweater over my head as he closed the bathroom door. And I promptly had to push down my flyaway hair. “God Almighty.”
“Did you just swear?” Amusement laced Tyson’s voice.
“Uh…no? That’s not a real swear word.” I unbuttoned and unzipped my corduroy pants. After removing them, I scooped Tyson’s clothes as well and created a nice pile on the chair.
He sighed loudly. “We won’t be making out, and Donovan won’t be happy.”
In response, I wrenched off my socks, dispensed of my underwear, and joined Tyson under the covers.
He pulled me so I lay above him—our bodies touching at every possible spot. He tapped my ass. “You sore?”
I shook my head—finding words impossible.
“Good, because I think it’s my turn.”
I gulped.
“And then, another day, maybe you’ll want to do me.”
My gut reaction was still a no. But not the hard no from before. The more time I spent around these men, the more I understood I was more likely to hurt them emotionally than physically. Part of preventing that hurt was to remain open and honest at all times. I swallowed. “I want you to fuck me.”
He quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “Oh, with pleasure.”
I bit my lower lip. “Do you think Donovan, you know…”
“Well…” His deep-brown eyes held my gaze. “I don’t know if he’d let me, but if you asked, I bet he’d seriously consider it.”
“And likely say no.” Donovan crawled under the blankets. “You’re not making out.”
“You’re super quiet,” I countered.
“Stealth.” He waggled his eyebrows. “It’s a ninja thing.”
I frowned.
He tapped the frown line. “So you’re not sore?”
God, he’d heard that much of the conversation? “Uh, no. I thought I might, but…”
“I went easy on you last night.” Donovan grinned. “And until you give me permission, I’ll continue to treat you with kid gloves.”
“Maybe I’ll never be ready for the…uh…tough stuff.”
He leaned over and placed a kiss to my cheek. “Then we stay in the gentle arena forever.” He glanced over at Tyson.
Tyson’s answering grin was positively wicked. “Oh, I like to feel it the next day. To know you went there.”
Frankly, I’d never thought of it that way before. Intrigue overtook trepidation.
Donovan cupped my cheek. “Another day.”
I nodded.
He moved in for a kiss. For a lingering, overwhelming, toe-curling kiss.
Tyson lightly stroked my back, my flank, my ass. He kept up an assault on my senses as Donovan’s tongue explored the recesses of my mouth.
My cock perked, and I rubbed sinuously against Tyson.
His cock responded in kind—hardening against mine. Then he slipped his finger down my crack and tapped my entrance.
I pulled back from the kiss. I met Donovan’s gaze for a long moment before turning my attention to Tyson. “How do you want me?” Bold, for sure, but he needed to know I had zero reservations.
“On your back—if you don’t mind. I want to see you.”
And the other position reminded me of much of the porn that I’d watched—with the objectification and impersonalization of the partners.
“Oh, one day he’ll fuck you from behind while you’re giving me a blow job.” Tyson grinned. “And you’ll thank us for it.”
My cock stiffened at the image that made. “Maybe later today?”
Donovan chuckled. “Oh, I’m getting a blow job at some point today. But for now, roll on your back. I want to see Tyson prep you again.”
I did as he’d bade—taking the same position I had last night. This time I was prepared for when he hit my prostate.
Or so I told myself.
When he hit the spot, though, my cock leaked a drop of precum.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Donovan swiped his thumb across my slit, then brought it to his mouth and sucked.
My mouth went dry. I remembered the taste of Tyson’s cum. How long will I have to wait before I taste Donovan?
Tyson caught my attention when he rocked back on his heels. He rolled on the condom and slathered himself with lube.
“One day we’re all going to get tested. Then we can do away with rubbers.” Donovan met my gaze and winked. “Better for the environment.”
I nearly choked on my tongue. Not so much about dispensing with condoms. My men were likely negative. No, the image of fewer condoms in the landfill amused me.
As Donovan intended, some of the tension fled my body.
Tyson crawled over me, and I opened my thighs to welcome his weight. He lowered his mouth to mine, and as I opened that part of me as well, he kissed me deeply.
My blood heated as I gripped his shoulders. I trailed my hands down his back, lower still, and then I placed them on the globes of his ass, urging him closer. I wanted him to crawl inside me and stay forever.
And that thought didn’t even scare me.
He urged me to raise my legs up and out.
I grasped my knees.
He guided himself into my entrance.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he slid in.
As he did, all of my nerve endings sang. And chanted—this, this, this.
When he was fully seated, he met my gaze.
I nodded.
From there, things were similar to last night.
Except different.
The penetration felt unique. Whether because of the changed position or just because this was Tyson and not Donovan, I wasn’t sure.
Instead of trying to dissect the dissimilarities, I tried to sink into the feelings my body endured.
My body elicited. Because the slow glide of Tyson’s cock in and out of me nearly drove me crazy.
But I knew more was to come. “Please.”
“Yeah, Tyson. Give the kid a break.”
I glared over at Donovan who merely quirked a smile.
Yet Tyson got the message and picked up the pace.
Nerve endings sang. Pleasure reigned supreme. And then as if that wasn’t enough, Donovan insinuated his hand between the two of us and grasped me intimately.
I gasped.
He tugged. At the rhythm set by Tyson.
Within a moment, I tumbled over the edge into supreme bliss. My eyes rolled back into my head as I went rigid under the constant onslaught of sensation.
“Thank fuck.” Tyson thrust twice more, held himself still for a moment, then collapsed over me.
I managed to turn my head in time to see Donovan lick my cum off his fingers.
Thank fuck indeed.
The rest didn’t matter.
Donovan needed an orgasm. To keep things fair.
Tyson needed to get through his suspension and back to the job he loved.
I needed to have the disciplinary hearing held and my fate determined.
But all that could wait until the afterglow of this mind-blowing orgasm settled.
Oh, and I needed to find a way to tell my men how much they meant to me.
And how much I loved them.
Both.