Page 8 of The Protective Gryphen

They cuddled down into the pillows, Ian against Gryphen’s chest.

As the movie started, Ian was feeding him popcorn. A few pieces for him, and then a few for Gryphen.

That kept his hands free to hold him.

“Are you sure you want to watch this?” Ian asked, looking back at him.

Gryphen kissed him.

Then, broke it to talk to him.

“Go wild. This is your vacation. If you feel like making out after the popcorn, know I’m also available for that—sans the kilt—for now.”

Gryphen wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’ll even let you manhandle me, Mr. Patterson.”

Jesus.

How did he get so lucky?

In that minute, Ian forgot what had happened to him, and that his ex wanted him dead.

He forgot the pain, and only remembered how lucky he’d been to cross paths with a certain Marine.

All he could think about was this trip, the man beside him, and how life…

Finally.

He was winning.

Love was winning.

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Across The Ocean

Scotland

Landing Strip

The trip had been smooth, and from takeoff to touch down, there weren’t any issues. That was always a good thing when you were flying over a large body of dark water. The idea of going down in it…not something that anyone wanted to do.

Despite telling themselves they were absolutely going to sleep, neither Gryphen nor Ian did.

Instead, they watched movies, made out, and cuddled in the bed. Having sex there was a hard no for both of them since it wasn’t their bed.

Oh, they wanted to, but that was just a little too weird for Ian. Gryphen was with him on that one.

That was Jackson James’ love nest, and you didn’t shake your feathers in another man’s bed.

Ever.

So instead, they just chilled out and spent time being a couple, since that was the path that they were now on together.

And it was nice.

Damn nice.

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