Chapter Twenty-Six #2
“I’m fine with it. That wasn’t what I minded.” I’d prepped Tyson as a way to calm my nerves. That had worked—to an extent—but the actual penetration hadn’t been pleasant for me. To each guy his own. “Lie back.”
Tyson scooted over so I could shift and Donovan could lie in the center of the bed.
I snagged the bottle of lube, then knelt between Donovan’s spread thighs.
His cock was flaccid.
I cut Tyson a look. Are we doing the right thing?
The look he gave me in return, with a knit brow, wasn’t reassuring. Still, he pointed to Donovan’s crotch. “You know he loves when you suck him off.”
I grinned because yes, in fact, Donovan loved when I gave him blow jobs. No one could fake that level of enthusiasm. Taking Tyson’s words for the encouragement he clearly meant for them to be, I grasped Donovan’s cock at the base.
He eyed me.
Languorously, I slid him against my palm. Not rough. Just gentle strokes. Finally, I slid my thumb over his slit.
Eventually, at length, he started to harden. Emboldened, I lowered my head to lick his crown.
He groaned, and his cock leapt in my grasp.
Grinning, I sucked his head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue and used my mouth to coax it out of its slumber. If I can’t get him hard, then I have to re-evaluate. Maybe he’s just saying what he thinks we want to hear. Even as I had the thought, though, he thickened and lengthened.
He ran his hands through my shaggy hair. I kept meaning to get a haircut—and they kept telling me they liked it longer. A trim. I’d get a trim.
Donovan’s grip tightened. “If you don’t want me to come, you might want to ease off.”
I chuckled. And let his cock slip from my mouth. As I positioned myself so I could see his entrance, Tyson grasped Donovan’s shaft at the base. He winked at Donovan. “Just in case you were thinking of going limp.”
“Oh, something tells me that’s not going to happen.” His gaze held mine—saw all the way down into my soul.
I swallowed. Then drizzled lube onto my fingers.
I’d done this with Tyson—and fingered myself a few times—so I understood the mechanics.
The emotions behind this monumental moment were a little beyond me, though.
Nothing had prepared me for the level of vulnerability Donovan was opening himself up to.
“I’m okay.”
Our gazes clashed.
He nodded.
I circled my finger around his rim.
He blinked.
Frustration hit me because he was being stoic Donovan. Putting up that impenetrable mask. I hadn’t seen much of this side of him. At least not since he’d discussed his sister. I’d thought we’d moved past this.
Again, he nodded. “I’m okay, sweetheart. I’ll say if I’m not. I promise.”
Which meant so very much.
“Okay.” Slowly, I sank my index finger into him.
He sucked in a breath. Only now did it occur to me that he might never have even done this to himself. That wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. Some guys just had no interest in being penetrated in any way.
“More.” He bobbed his head. “Give me more.”
I added a second finger. He was so damn tight. Gently, I tried to scissor my fingers. Tried to open him up as best I could. Then taking a chance, I twisted my wrist and gently found his prostate.
He jerked. “Holy shit.”
Tyson laughed. “Yeah, trust the doc to find your happy spot.”
“Oh fucking God, yes.” Again, he blinked. “Okay, I never—”
“Don’t come.” Tyson issued the warning even as Donovan thrust his hips up so his cock slid in Tyson’s grasp.
I withdrew my fingers.
Donovan groaned.
Again, Tyson chuckled. “Man, you have no idea what you’re in for.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Donovan said the words dryly.
I stopped with the bottle of lube in my hand.
“That doesn’t mean stop.” He scraped his nails over his scalp—something he did when frustrated with himself. “Please keep going. Don’t stop, okay?” He met Tyson’s gaze. “That means you too.”
Tyson gestured for me to scoot to Donovan’s other side and to replace his hand with mine.
With all due haste, I did exactly that. His cock was warm and heavy in my hands, and for fun, I swiped my thumb over his slit again.
“Goddamn it. I thought you didn’t want me to come.” He said the words through gritted teeth.
Tyson, having taken my position between Donovan’s thighs, lubed himself. He met my gaze. “You hold him steady.”
“Sure.” Like I can really do anything when it comes to our third. He’s his own man in every way. Still, I could continue to hold his cock. That felt like the least I could do.
Tyson lined himself up at Donovan’s entrance.
“I’m ready.” Donovan arched his neck back. “I’m so fucking ready.”
“Eyes on me.” Tyson issued the same command Donovan had given me the first time we’d made love. The intensity of that stare—well, Donovan’s and Tyson’s—couldn’t be overstated.
“Patience.” Yet even as he said the word, Tyson pressed his cock against Donovan’s hole.
From there he just did what he did with me. Patience and strength mixed with love and affection. In and almost all the way out. Then pressing in farther. Over and over.
Eventually, after what felt like an especially long time, Tyson clearly bottomed out. “I’m in.”
“Thank fuck.” Donovan. Again through gritted teeth.
I squeezed his cock.
“Oh Jesus, sweetheart.”
“More? Less?” I grinned.
“All of the above?”
“I’m going to move.” This time, Tyson said the words through a clenched jaw. “God, Donovan, you’re so damn tight.” He pulled out almost to the tip, then thrust back in.
Donovan grunted.
I held his cock, firm in my hand.
With every thrust, Tyson picked up the pace.
Donovan met him with the same urgency. Accepting what was being offered and coming back for more. “I want to come.” He might’ve whined that.
“Jerk him, Hamish. Make him come.”
Oh, I liked the sound of that.
My fingers had some residual lube, so Donovan slid between my fingers. I matched the rhythm Tyson set—which was a damn demanding one.
Sweat broke out across his brow as he clearly gave Donovan his full attention.
In return, Donovan kept his gaze focused on Tyson. He grunted with every thrust, all the while uttering oaths quietly. Nothing I could make out—but clearly swear words of some kind.
Which amused me to no end, but I held in the laughter as I jerked him off. If I’d learned one thing from these men, humor was the best part of sex.
Of making love.
I’d never laughed so much in my life.
“I’m coming. Shit, Hamish…Tyson…” That was all he managed before he tensed, then erupted all over my hand.
“Oh, thank fuck.” Tyson thrust, then held himself still. He arched his neck back and let out…a howl?
I had no idea. Whether out of pure pleasure or some animalistic need to claim his mate, I couldn’t be certain. The sound surprised me, though. He’d never done that with me.
No, our joinings were more sedate. More tender.
Donovan showed me ardor.
Tyson demonstrated tenderness.
Between these two men, in this moment? I didn’t want to say a fight for dominance—because no violence occurred. Perhaps just a clashing of personalities.
On that thought, as if the strings holding him up were cut, Tyson collapsed on Donovan.
Awkwardly, I released Donovan’s cock and slid my hand from between their bodies.
He snagged my arm. “Come here.” The invitation—or command—came out a little slurred.
I grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed and yanked it over us. Then I nestled into his side.
Tyson, still in his grip, feathered his fingers through my hair. “God, Hamish.”
“Yeah?” I perked right the fuck up. I liked the scratch in his voice. Like that howl had made his vocal cords raw.
“I love you.” Donovan closed his eyes.
Tyson and I exchanged a look. Then we pivoted our attention back to Donovan.
He cracked an eye open. “I know you heard me. I should’ve said this long before now. I just…I didn’t have the words.”
“Really? I love you seems pretty simple.” Tyson said the words with humor.
I understood what Donovan was really saying, though. Aside from Cole, Donovan hadn’t allowed himself to love anyone since his sister’s suicide. Love came with risks. Dominance meant he could always hold himself apart.
Tonight was so much more than just letting Tyson top him.
“I love you too.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And I even love Tyson.”
“Hey.” Said with no mirth or malice. Just amusement. He tugged my hair. “I love you both as well. I never—” He swallowed. “I didn’t think life dealt me a fair hand. Now my entire world has shifted.”
I stroked down his back. “In a good way, I hope.”
“Yep.” He offered me a smile. “This is a forever thing, right?”
Donovan tightened his grip on both of us. “Hell fucking yes.”
“And we can stay here until morning?” My request. The thought of redressing and heading back to my condo—where my men had basically moved in—overwhelmed. I just wanted to sleep forever. Basking in the glow of love.
After a moment, Donovan chuckled. “We just have to be dressed by the time the cleaner arrives.”
I grabbed his phone, entered the passcode, set the alarm, put the thing back on the nightstand, cuddled up to my men, and promptly fell asleep. Because after I love you, what else was there to say?