Page 38 of The Protective Gryphen

Yeah, he was crazy about this Marine.

“I know how difficult that was for you. Thank you for giving me that when I know that you’ll be on edge the entire time that we’re in town,” Ian said.

Gryphen was honest.

“What wouldn’t I give you? I’d die for you, Ian. If you feel like you want to go into the town and shop for kilts, I’ll make sure you’re safe. At least guns aren’t as readily found here. No one will shoot us. That narrows down the kind of protection duty I’m on.”

Going to his knees, he stayed on the bed, and Gryphen was watching him.

“You’re tempting me, Ian. There’s nothing I like more than my sleek bed mate,” he said, cupping his ass.

“I can’t help it. I like luring you in.”

Gryphen stared into his eyes.

“Don’t be a tease. They get punished,” he said, grinning wickedly.

Oh, Jesus.

He wanted to be punished. If it was by this man, then sign him up. He couldn’t understand why he had that wicked craving, but he did.

When Ian hopped out of bed, he grabbed Gryphen’s t-shirt he’d been wearing. It had been on the floor, and when he bent over, Gryphen checked his ass out.

Oh, there was that wetness, and some red from his slap on the ass.

He got the other cheek, and he noticed that Ian reacted exactly how he hoped he would.

His dick jumped, and he flushed red.

“Get dressed, Baby,” he said, knowing later, he’d enjoy getting the man into bed.

Listening, Ian pulled on his t-shirt, and then got into his jeans. The whole time, Gryphen continued to watch him. He was in his shirt and going commando.

God.

Gryphen loved his life.

This was the best vacation he could ever have.

When Ian saw him watching, he grinned.

“Get accustomed to it, Gryph. I like smelling like you. I plan on stealing your clothing all of the time.”

Gryphen didn’t mind.

Oh, if they had the kind of sex and connection they had in bed an hour ago, he could steel his clothes, his leg, and his heart any day.

He’d taken Ian’s advice and let go of his fears. He let the real him out, and the whole time, Ian had been receptive. In fact, he’d been more than receptive.

He’d joined him in the sexual melee.

Oh, and a good time had been had by all.

That was for damn sure.

Getting into a pair of jeans too, he pulled a t-shirt out, and a flannel to wear over it. Then, he got into his boots.

Ian moved around the bed tidying up.

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