Finn clued him in.
“His apartment is in the garage,” Finn offered, grateful to have the man here.
Michael was a beast of a man, and Finn was well aware that he couldn’t carry Graham the entire distance like the Marine had.
That was for damn sure.
There was no way he was letting his pregnant fiancé do the deed either and help him transport the passed-out groundskeeper.
Michael hesitated.
“I don’t want him that far away. He willingly took that leap off of the cliff,” he said. “He needs to be monitored until he sobers up.”
Gabby agreed there.
Someone needed to babysit the man who usually babysat the people there.
“There are bedrooms in the tower. That’s where the Blackhawks usually put their guests. The room you would have been in is up there too.”
Well, that worked for him.
He’d get him settled, and then, he’d keep an eye on him to ensure he was safe.
“Give me a few,” he said, wanting to put the man down so that he could also put space between them.
This moment was stirring up feelings he thought were long dead.
Or should be.
“Give me a few. I’ll be right back,” he offered.
Moving toward the stairs, Michael hefted his once-lover up them, and toward the place where the bedrooms were located.
At the first one he reached, he saw the plaque on the side of the door, and knew that it was ironic as hell.
‘Master’s Suite.’
Yeah, this had to be a Callen thing.
He liked a good play on words, and it wasn’t lost on him that at one time, he’d had a sex life like that where he’d been with a sexy submissive man.
With whom?
Graham.
He was dominant, and Graham tended to be submissive in bed. Curiously, he wondered if the man still was, or if time had changed that.
With Riley, Michael had toned it down, only because that part of him had died when he left. When he became Saint Michael of the Blackhawks, it was about survival, and he couldn’t do that if he pined away for any part of his life.
And it sucked.
Because some of the best sex he’d ever had in his life…no, all of the best sex he’d had in his life had been with this man.
PERIOD.
They had chemistry when they came together, and it had been nuclear. Graham had his needs, and Michael had the same ones, just flipped. They’d made the Earth move more than a few times.
Oh, well.
