“If you want to go with them, we can.” Michael offered, despite what he’d just said.
His words just before came out…bossy.
And he didn’t want to be that. He’d done that once, and it blew up.
Graham moved closer, and they were standing toe-to-toe. As he did, he cupped his husband through his kilt, and gave him a rough squeeze.
“I want to be here with you. I want this to be another memory—a wicked and wild one.”
Michael moaned as his husband had his dick in a death grip through his kilt. It turned him on, and he only hoped they were going to be wild.
He missed that.
With everyone he’d slept with between losing Graham and getting him back, he’d kept that wild part of him caged. Not out of fear, but because it never felt right.
There was only one man he wanted like that.
This one.
Leaning closer, Graham put his lips by Michael’s ear, and he whispered.
“Remind me who’s boss,” he whispered. “I’ve been a very bad boy.”
Oh, holy fuck.
There it was.
That was one hell of an invite he wouldn’t say no to—ever. If his new husband wanted kink…
Well, he was going to get kink.
Let the honeymoon begin.
Chapter Fifteen
The pub
In The Village
Four P.M.
When they arrived, they had just missed the late lunch crowd, and there was plenty of room in the place for them to have whatever seats they wanted. So, they picked a booth toward the back where they’d have privacy.
To talk.
While they were having lunch, they needed to discuss the game plan, so they could hurry up and wrap up the mess at Ravensmire.
Elizabeth had heard a lot in the last day, and there was no doubt that before long, she’d pop in to see what the hell was going on.
All it would take was a few days off, and she’d get on a jet, and head here.
That would be disastrous for Callen and Chris.
So, they had to help her out.
As they sat down, Gryphen dropped his arm over Ian’s shoulders, and tucked him into his body.
He didn’t care who stared.
