That’s when the man moaned.
“I love you,” Michael admitted. “I love you so much,” he said, making love to his body.
Graham’s dick was trapped between them, and the motion rubbed him off.
He moaned.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I love you, D’Artangnan.”
And he didn’t even mind him calling him that. It was music to his ears, and honestly, Michael got it.
To this man, that was who he’d always been.
And it was who he’d always be.
Without a doubt.
As they moved, his body stayed protectively over his, and Graham touched the bullet holes in his shoulder.
“I fought to live,” he whispered. “I’m so glad I did. I am finally home,” he admitted.
Tears filled Graham’s eyes.
He could have lost this moment.
Instead, he was given a gift, and it was one he’d never let go.
As they made that climb, it didn’t take long for them both to reach that point where they couldn’t hold on any longer.
Graham kissed him and they both slipped into the pleasure, exploding and finding peace.
As they floated down from that high, exhaustion came, and both men willingly let it take them.
Because neither had to do battle anymore.
Peace had come.
Finally.
Chapter Seventeen
Town
Late
Afternoon
After the call with Elizabeth, Graham and Ian had finished up their late lunch, and were ready to go. They had to meet Finn and Gabby at the psychic’s, and then get back to the castle with her.
They hoped.
Only, as they were walking to the address that Finn had texted them, another text had come in, and that had caught them off guard.
‘Something came up at the doctor’s office. We’ll meet you back at the castle later. I hope you don’t mind us skipping out. Finn.’
When Gryphen showed Ian, he was just as confused as he was, and that was saying a lot. Only, it wasn’t like they were going into battle.
They absolutely could do this part of the job alone. It wasn’t a band of armed militants.
