Oh, and Michael got it.
And he added his own two cents.
“I take that as a personal challenge,” he stated, as he sat up and stood getting out of the bed. He was fully erect, and not worried about nudity.
When you were a Marine, you saw a lot of dick for a plethora of different reasons.
Often too.
Besides, he and Gryphen worked out together. They showered and used the same gym in the Blackhawk basement before or after work.
For dudes, it was human nature to check out the other apex predators in the room and what they were packing as their personal gun.
Marines had to Marine.
Period.
When the big man turned around, both men at the door began clapping, and Michael just winked at Graham.
“I’ll give you a moment with them. They came here for you, not me,” he said.
But that wasn’t the truth.
Gryphen had come forBOTHof his friends, and while Graham was safe, he knew Michael was not. After working with him for over a year, he knew when he was rattled.
Oh, and he was definitely that.
This was the man escaping to regroup—and not that cocky walk of pride like Graham and Finn might believe. So, this was far from done.
As the bathroom door closed, they heard the shower kick on, and Gryphen headed into the room to check on Graham.
In fact, they both did, like they owned the place, and that there wasn’t a sexual crime scene going on in that bed.
Because there was.
Graham pointed out the obvious.
“Uh, I’m naked.”
He snorted.
“I know. I saw what Michael likes looking at. Nice cheeks, Graham. I didn’t see any handprints on them, so Michael needs to up his game.”
Holy shit.
That both horrified and turned Graham on because he wanted D’Artangnan’s hands on him in the worst way. What wouldn’t he give to take that trip back to the world they’d once had together?
Only, he wasn’t sure what the status of their‘relationship’was. D’Artangnan hadn’t called him anything more than by his first name.
And he was freaking out.
Getting comfortable, both of the men sat on the bed like they owned the place.
They.
Did.
Not.
