Page 100 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian watched as he swung the ax, and wood went flying.

That ripple of strength and muscles did one thing to Ian.

The missing morning wood?

It showed up.

Apparently, this man was the catalyst for a healthy morning erection for every gay man watching in the vicinity.

God.

He loved his life.

Now, the firewood wasn’t the only wood out there. That was for damn sure. Who knew watching a hot Marine cutting wood was a thing?

Yeah, it was now.

That was for damn sure.

Moving to a log that was behind Gryphen, he sat down, and enjoyed the show.

Oh, and it was one he’d never forget. From his tapered hips to the belt in his jeans, to the way his arms flexed and glistened with perspiration.

And his ass?

Jesus.

It looked amazing in his jeans.

The whole thing made Ian giddy.

Yeah, this was definitely a month of fantasies or more for Ian. He’d definitely won the man lottery on this one.

Who would have thought he’d be grateful to Will Jackson for hurting him?

Well, he absolutely was.

It gave him this.

Holy shit.

This was his sexy man, and his alone?

What in the world?

As he put a log on the wood to chop, he spoke, proving he had known that he was there checking him out.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, getting his cardio in for the day.

A little piece of him hoped that Ian would show up, so he could impress him and get him hot and bothered.

He’d been thinking about their night, and now, he was trying to burn off that need.

It never ended with Ian.

Now that he’d let him in, the man was consuming his every waking hour.

The need never ended, and for that, he was grateful.

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