Page 31 of The Protective Gryphen

Gryphen blinked at him.

“Uh, fix it. Are you having a stroke? What else would I do with a broken sink?”

Immediately, Ian grinned.

“God. I love my life,” Ian said, as happy as a clam.

Yep.

He found himself the man of his dreams.

“Do I want to know?” Gryphen asked, not sure what the man was smiling about, but he was so handsome when he did it.

“Probably not. I’m objectifying you. If you tell me that you can change the oil in my car, we’re having sex after breakfast.”

Gryphen laughed.

“Well, then, get ready. I absolutely can change the oil in your car. I can rebuild the engine with time too.”

Ian fanned himself.

It was definitely getting hot in there.

When Gryphen approached him, he turned around, and Ian fell in love with him as he offered up a piggyback ride down the stairs.

They left their cold coffee, and headed toward the kitchen where there would be more. It was an awkward trip, due to his prosthetic, but it was just part of Gryphen and Ian’s world.

And they wouldn’t change it for anything.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Gryphen asked.

Was it too easy of an answer if he said him?

Yeah, he’d put that comment away for later.

“Whatever you’re in the mood to make because I’m still trying to get all my sexy Gryphen objectification fantasies in. There’s Gryphen chopping wood shirtless, and Gryphen under a sink doing plumbing, and then there’s Gryphen naked in the kitchen cooking with just an apron on.”

He laughed.

“I will chop wood for you later. I’m going to assume it has to be done, but I don’t have tools to plumb anything. If you think I’m standing naked in a chilly kitchen…”

Ian bit him on the neck.

“Okay, naked Gryphen it is,” he offered as his dick went right back to the upright position. “Find me an apron. I’m freaking easy, apparently.”

That made Ian laugh.

In the kitchen, he put Ian down, and then went to the refrigerator.

It was dinner time, but they were off their schedule. Breakfast would be the easiest, simply because he wanted to take a walk around the castle before it got too dark and check out the surroundings.

Pulling out eggs, American bacon, and bread, he got to work as Ian made them more coffee.

“Bless the Blackhawks,” Ian said, taking a sip of the imported coffee that had to have cost a small fortune to get there.

Gryphen started a fire and got to work.

As he began making them breakfast, he took the cup of coffee Ian handed him and took a sip.

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