Page 275 of The Protective Gryphen

“Never. I’m a man of my word,” he said. “Marines keep their promise.”

As they spoke, Ian was sitting there in silence, and Gryphen knew why. His ass hurt, and he was still horny. He was breathing heavily, and he could see his wetness beginning to seep through his pants.

“When we saw Ian return, we were better. He said you had a phone call.”

Well, someone wanted to be pushed.

Here.

Went.

Nothing.

Gryphen stared at him.

“That’s not the truth, now is it, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, sipping his beer.

Ian’s eyes went huge.

There was no way he was going to make him tell them what they’d been doing.

Then, Gryphen spoke.

“I wasn’t taking a call, now was I, Ian?” he asked. “Tell them what was going on.”

He couldn’t believe he was going to make him do this. Deep down, he knew this was a test, and this would set the parameters for their contracts.

Plus, where it should have horrified him, it didn’t. It made his body ache for Gryphen instead.

The wanting never abated for this man.

The men sat there not sure what was going on.

“Well, Mr. Patterson?” he asked.

Ian faced them.

“I was giving him head in the men’s room.”

At first, the men thought he was kidding, and then, they began cheering when they saw him blush a crimson red.

Crimson like his kilt.

Crimson like his ass.

Yeah, this was exactly where they needed to be as a couple. Ian was definitely enjoying this.

The three men toasted Gryphen like he was a hero coming home from war.

In a way, he was. Life had been the war, and now, he was back to his home.

His Ian.

Gryphen considered himself loyal, but he understood Duncan. Had he left in war, and met Ian, he would have betrayed whoever he’d left.

When you found your soulmate, you’d do anything to be with them. Apparently, Duncan had found his.

The three men were still laughing and celebrating.

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