Page 96 of The Protective Gryphen

He was glad someone slept.

Unfortunately, he didn’t sleep well, and he’d been walking around the castle to make sure it was secure. That’s when he’d inadvertently heard them.

Oh, and they were going hard.

REAL hard.

He would have applauded but that was rude. It was clear that the Marine definitely liked taking his man in some enthusiastic sex.

Lucky Ian.

“If you’re looking for Gryphen, he’s outside, chopping wood. He came down about thirty minutes ago, whistling.”

Ian laughed.

“Gee. I wonder why?” he said, knowing the answer to that, and he was damn proud of it too.

Graham lowered his voice.

“I’m not going to lie, it’s quite the sight outside. I hope you don’t mind but I was ogling the man as he chopped the wood.”

Ian laughed.

“Oh, well, you’re not alone. I know where my next month of fantasies are going to come from,” he said. “No one does it like a Marine,” he joked.

Graham clinked his coffee mug off of his.

“Slainte Mhath, and you have that right.”

“You have a type, huh?” Ian asked, taking a chance that the man had the hots for Gryphen. It wasn’t like he could blame him.

The dude was gorgeous.

“Yeah, I do. Sadly, two soldiers don’t always make a good pair. We have issues a plenty.”

Ian understood.

Honestly, he really needed to take that gaydar in. He was way off with it.

It looked as if Gryphen was right.

Now, Ian was curious, and he hoped the man didn’t mind him asking.

“So, you know Saint?” he inquired, going there. “How well?” he asked.

He laughed.

“Oh, we definitely know each other,” Graham admitted.

Ian kept asking questions.

“As in you were an item?”

It took him a second.

It was clear that the man was confused by that question.

“Uh, no. We traded sexual escapade stories in the barracks as we were in the middle of a war. I won’t lie, I would have loved to be with him, but he’s fucked in the head.”

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