Page 177 of The Protective Gryphen

“Were you?”

“Hell, no. I was looking at the size of your dick.”

Gryphen crossed his arms over his chest. The whole conversation was so ridiculous.

“Are you done staring at it?” he asked.

“Nope,” he said, giving it another look. “Okay, now I am. Now I know why your man is screaming up here. I salute you, Soldier.”

He sighed.

“Come on.”

They stopped fooling around, and he helped Gryphen get into his shirt, lacing it up so it fit perfectly. Then wrapped the kilt around, securing it with the pins that he’d picked out.

Then, he had Gryphen sit, and he got down on his knees. When the man looked up, he knew it was coming.

“While I’m down here,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“NO.”

“Damn, you Americans are so uptight with the sex. What’s a guy got to do to get laid in this castle?”

He absolutely was not uptight, and he was going to prove it in a little while, but with Ian.

Not someone else.

He didn’t bedhop, and he didn’t cheat.

“I hope you’re having fun busting my ass. Keep in mind, I’m vindictive, and I’ll get even at some point. It’ll be you who’s embarrassed.”

“I doubt that. I don’t get embarrassed easily,” he said.

Graham pulled the socks and shoes out, and helped Gryphen into them. Then, he secured the elastic to make sure the socks stayed in place.

Then, he placed the fly plaid over his shoulder, and attached the belt with the decorative tassel.

“Where’s the brooch?” he asked, so I can attach this.”

He picked up the box and handed it to Graham. When the man opened it, he saw the Victoria Cross.

As he stared at it, he touched it.

“I use mine for my brooch too,” he said.

When he looked up, Gryphen put his hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you for your service.”

He nodded.

“And you too, my friend.”

He helped him by pinning it to his fly plaid, and then got him just right.

When Gryphen stood, he looked in the mirror not far away, and he looked…

Scottish.

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