Page 266 of The Protective Gryphen

“If that’s what makes my Lord happy, and then, he’ll fuck me after, I’ll do it,” he said. “I know you’ll keep me safe.”

Oh, he would.

Only, the flirting did one thing.

It made Gryphen wild, so he ravaged his mouth, making a spectacle of them, and still, he didn’t care what people thought.

This man calling him that was more than his libido could take. Now, he was hard again.

When wasn’t he?

That was the question.

When he broke the kiss, he put his mouth by his ear.

“You make me insane. Let’s go to the pub so we can get home. I need to think about our contract. I want to make sure I’m very clear as to how you’ll serve me in and out of bed.”

“You’re killing me, my Lord. I am so hard,” he whispered.

“Good. Think about me.”

And with that, he was up, and holding out his hand. When Ian took it, he tucked him under his shoulder, and slapped him on the ass.

Ian actually whimpered.

Oh, he couldn’t wait until later.

As they walked through the square, Ian now completely calm, they found the pub that wasn’t far from the church.

Heading in, they could smell the food being cooked, and it reminded him that it was lunch time.

It was pretty empty in there, minus a few patrons.

“Where do you want to sit?” he asked, looking around at the plentitude of seats. Most people were still at work at this time of the day.

“How about the bar? The men there look like they come here daily to gossip.”

He wasn’t wrong.

They were older men, and they were laughing and having a good time.

That worked for him.

He escorted his man there, and then, Ian unbuttoned his peacoat, and took off his hat. He took a seat, and Gryphen was beside him.

The minute they did, they had the old men’s attention, that was for sure.

“What can I get ya lads?” the bartender asked.

Gryphen handled it.

“Bring him something hearty. Venison, neeps and tatties,” he said, reading it off the sign. “Make it two.”

The man nodded.

“And to drink?”

Gryphen was easy.

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