Page 116 of The Protective Gryphen

There was no secret.

“It’s years of pent-up sexual frustration and finally having a hot man in my bed. You came just as much, so clearly, it’s possible.”

Yeah, he was aware, and that was a testament to Gryphen.

With Will, it was once.

With some men, it was maybe twice.

With Gryphen, he was so dehydrated that he was borderline mummy.

Oh, and mummy never felt so damn good in his whole life.

“Come on, hot Marine. Buy me a snack. While I ate plenty in that stable, I need something carb-y.”

Sign.

Him.

Up.

“Maybe don’t beg for cum as much, and you won’t get a full belly.”

He snorted.

Never.

Getting out, he waited at the back of the car for Ian, and when he reached him, Gryphen held out his hand. They were in peacoats, jeans, and winter hats.

They looked like tourists, and honestly, they didn’t care. They were match-y-match-y, and that amused Ian to no end.

Callen had Graham get them things as they were on their way, and it was better than freeze your ass off any day.

As they walked, people stared. A few times, Ian tried to pull his hand away, but Gryphen wouldn’t let him.

In fact, the more he tried, the more blatant he got to prove a point. This fell under the category of annoying him too.

As the snow began falling, outside that bakery, he pulled Ian into his body, catching him off guard, and kissed him.

All thoughts stopped.

As the snow kissed their faces, this was a memory that Ian would never forget. There was the smell of baked goods, and a gorgeous man who was perfect for him. It was very reminiscent of the movies he loved during the holidays.

When he broke the kiss, he grinned.

“If you keep trying to pull away, I’m spanking you in front of them all,” he warned.

He flushed.

“Mmmmm, another kink I can explore later,” he said, winking at him.

Ian loved how this man made him feel.

Gryphen was an amazing man, and he was damn happy to be by his side.

“Let’s get you some calories that aren’t from me,” he joked, taking his hand again, and leading him into the bakery to pick what they wanted.

It was filled with locals, and they stared but didn’t stop talking to each other.

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