Page 82 of The Protective Gryphen

“Tomorrow, I’m going to look for more information. I want to get the pages back in that journal,” he said, yawning.

When he did, Gryphen looked at his watch.

“It’s late, and we only had a nap. We have to get up at a normal time tomorrow. We might be here a while, so we need to be in the right time zone.”

Graham clued them in.

“Coffee will be on in the morning, and I’ll be out of here. Don’t forget the firewood, or we will have a chilly day here.”

Oh, he wouldn’t.

There was no way he’d drop the ball. If they needed wood, he’d handle it.

Because the pages were precious history, Ian handed them to Graham, relinquishing control of them.

“Thank you for finding these,” Graham said.

He didn’t mind.

“The pleasure is mine,” he admitted. “Good night, Graham,” he added.

The man nodded.

“Goodnight, Gents,” he said, and then, he went back to tidying up the kitchen, as Gryphen and Ian went upstairs.

As they were heading up, Ian clued him into what he planned on doing.

“I’m going to shower,” Ian said.

Gryphen grinned.

“Tired of feeling my cum in and on you?” he asked, grabbing the man, and pulling him into his body.

Ian gasped.

“I believe that we were in the middle of something when we were interrupted,” he said, trapping the smaller man against the stone wall.

“Gryphen,” he whispered, as he was cupped through his pants.

“Someone needs me,” Gryphen said. “I believe you offered up something kinky in the shower, Ian.”

The man had.

“I did,” he whispered, as Gryphen’s hand teased him.

He was honest.

“Well, I’m joining you. I seem to feel like leaving you alone in the shower might give you a chance to get into trouble.”

“Who, me?” he whispered.

Then, Gryphen added to that shower fantasy, and it was Ian’s eyes that went huge.

“Jesus. That?”

Gryphen nodded.

“Uh, yes?”

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