If he wanted him.
“I’ve missed you being in control,” he whispered. “I hope we go right back to where we once were.”
And that was the plan.
To prove he meant it, he leaned in and bit Graham on the neck to remind him of what they’d had, and what waited for both of them.
His whole body shook.
That little love bite sent shockwaves down his entire being, and right to his erection.
“Later, we’ll have some fun,” he promised. “I want my submissive man back.”
Him.
Too.
When the group came into the kitchen, they came to a stop. They saw Graham sitting on a counter, and Michael between his spread thighs as he was staring into his eyes. The look between them was heated, and they could only imagine what was being said.
“Uh, are we interrupting?” Finn asked.
Gabby just giggled.
“Oh, we’re absolutely interrupting. They were about to have sex. You can tell,” she stated.
Gryphen wasn’t being left out.
“Whores,” he joked.
Hearing that word, Michael winked at Graham.
“That’s the only time it’s acceptable,” he admitted, knowing he’d understand.
It made him laugh.
And feel better.
When Michael turned, he leaned back between the man’s legs, and Graham put his head on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around his body to hold him.
It was familiar and something they’d done a lot in their old lives.
Often, they’d sit in that shit-kitchen apartment and look out the window to watch the sunset.
And he missed it.
Graham had missed him.
He would take that little apartment off-base any day of the week to have those precious moments back with the man.
Michael wasn’t one to waste time, and this was going to be the proof. They’d worked this out, and it was time to finish it up.
“Today, we’re going into the village,” he said, making up his mind.
Finn looked at his watch.
“Weren’t we focused on hiring a psychic? Graham texted me we were allowed to proceed.”
Yeah, he was aware, but that would be tonight. He wanted everyone here to know the truth.
