And with that, he headed toward the library to leave the treasure with the journal.
When Gryphen looked down, his dick was incredibly hard, and he couldn’t think about anything else.
Did Ian really want a contract between them that involved sexual servitude? Did he really crave that relationship that they’d explored last night with him being dominant as hell, and him being his to enjoy?
His sex slave?
Well, holy shit.
He really needed to think about this.
And make sure Ian wasn’t kidding.
Because this wasn’t something to joke about.
He wanted that life.
Desperately.
* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *
En Route
To Town
Friday Noon
Fortunately for them, the road back down to the town was plowed and passible. On top of that, the snow had stopped, clearing up for the day. It appeared to be an easy trek, and they were both grateful for that.
Only, one of them was silent, and the other was beginning to believe what he’d said to him had freaked him out.
Now, Ian was going to have to figure this out. The whole time they got changed and ready to leave, Gryphen had been silent.
He’d not tried to lure him to bed.
He hadn’t been flirting or hitting him with innuendos.
He was dead silent.
Now, Ian suspected he knew what it was going to be about. It appeared they were going to have to discuss the pink elephant in the room.
Their sexual exploration last night.
Ian hadn’t been joking about a contract. In fact, the mere idea heated his body and made him incredibly horny. He wanted to drop to his knees in their bedroom and worship the man’s magnificent cock.
But Gryphen was a thinker, and it was clear that was exactly what he was doing. Maybe he wasn’t into it as much as he’d been, or he’d changed his mind.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked, as Gryphen navigated the road.
“Pardon?” he asked.
Ian was honest.
“You’re deep in thought, and have been since I told you to get that contract drawn up. What’s happening in your mind, Gryph?”
He glanced over.
“I was kidding.”