Chapter Four #3
“Ethan, you’re running out of chances with her,” he said, being honest. “It’s a lot.
The Shaman thing was also a lot. You need to really search your soul and see if everything you’ve chosen is the right choice because you lied to her about your feelings about Gene, and she knew.
You didn’t tell her you wanted to be Shaman and instead dropped it on her when you knew she wanted to go home.
At some point, you need to figure out if you love her enough to be with her. ”
He gasped.
“Do you all think I don’t?”
He was to the point.
“It doesn’t matter what we think, Ethan. It’s what she thinks, and Elizabeth solves shit for a living. She’s putting those puzzle pieces together, and in that picture, you’re missing. Love her with all you have or walk away and let her move on.”
That hurt.
In fact, that made him want to be ill.
Had he neglected her heart that much that everyone thought he was pulling away from her, and not being a good husband?
Clearly, he had the answer to that.
He stood there.
“I love her more than anyone. My relationship with Gene matters, but my relationship with her doesn’t compare to that. They are all special and different.”
Winn was to the point.
“Then tell her that and prove it. Elizabeth is an action kind of a girl. She killed the man who was tormenting you with Neives, and who tried to kill Gene. She always protects what is hers. Maybe take a lesson.”
He.
Was.
Right.
Ethan had made her carry more than her share, and that was about to change.
It was a new day.
“I know. I’ve always been a lot. It’s time I carried her. Thank you for helping me, Winn.”
Well, he hoped the man figured it out.
Because whether Ethan knew it or not, he was close.
To damaging his family.
And to losing his wife.
* * * The Ravensmire Castle * * *
Guest Suite
Castle
Same Time
All he had to say was one thing, and one thing only, and Graham knew exactly what he wanted.
HIM.
“Come here.”
As soon as he said it, Graham knew that this was going to be exactly what they both craved.
If anything, Michael was bossy, dominant, and liked to take control in bed, and that was more than fine with Graham. He happened to like being a very dirty bottom.
With him.
Truth be told, Michael was always one of those lovers who gave one hundred and ten percent in bed. It was why when he lost him, nothing had ever been the same for him.
Ever.
Now that he was back, and his husband, there was nothing he loved more than being naked with him.
He could put himself in his hands.
Absolutely.
Now, he no longer had to think but feel. Even with someone at the castle with them, Graham could put that away for a bit and just experience life.
Oh, and life was so goddamn good now, it almost seemed like a dream.
Heading his way, Graham was pulled into his body, and Michael claimed his mouth in one hell of a steamy kiss.
It.
Was.
Ridiculous.
Yeah, that’s how full of passion it was.
In fact, it was a hot tangle of tongues and sent heat crashing through both of their bodies in anticipation of what was to come.
Them.
Hands wandered, and like always, there was a sexy Marine leading the charge into the pleasure.
Clothes began flying, and it was anything but gentle, and that’s how he liked it.
Full.
On.
Debauchery.
When in a castle with your husband, sully up that guest room. He was, after all, cleaning it tomorrow.
Without warning, Michael broke the kiss.
“I love your mouth and body,” he admitted, suddenly shoving his man backward onto the bed without warning.
He fell.
Oh, and when he did, Michael was on him so damn fast that Graham didn’t even have time to gasp.
Bedding down with this sexy Marine was nothing but amazing, and Graham knew he was lucky.
He’d lived without him, and now, he was living with him. This was a FAR better option.
That was for sure.
Roughly, Michael spread Graham’s legs so he could kneel between them.
Oh, and he loved the view. That was for sure.
Because he was above him, he stared down into the man’s eyes.
“I feel the same about yours,” Graham admitted. “I can’t imagine my life without you. It is the best life in the world now, and I’m blessed.”
That was how Michael felt.
He went from lonely to content in a matter of days, and marrying this sexy man was the best thing he’d ever done.
Well, other than finding himself employed by the Blackhawks. They’d gotten him here.
“Touch me, please,” Graham begged. “I need your hands all over me to be whole.”
Oh, well, he could do that.
Why?
Because he felt the same.
Bracing his arms by Graham’s head, as he pinned him to the mattress, he took his mouth in a kiss. The whole time, he was focused on nothing but giving pleasure.
And destroying his control.
All of his life, he needed to be the Top in the relationship, and this man gave him that joy.
That pleasure.
Nothing had ever been the same since losing contact with Graham. Now, he was whole again.
Focusing on giving his man all he had, he devoured him with that kiss.
Oh, and it was a hot, tangle of tongues for sure.
With his mouth only, he pulled a deep moan from Graham, and himself.
But he wasn’t done.
He found his rhythm, whipped him into a frenzy.
When he slowly broke the kiss, Graham’s eyes were glazed over in pleasure, and Michael wanted more.
He wanted all.
“Jesus Christ,” Graham muttered, his whole brain numb from that single kiss. “Your mouth is dangerous.”
Only for his husband.
That was for sure.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he admitted, knowing that he was only beginning. He wasn’t stopping until both of them were shouting in pleasure, and release.
Graham succumbed to those words simply because of the deep masculine tone that always made his belly quiver and his dick harden.
This man was a menace.
And he was his.
What wouldn’t he do to always have moments like this with his sexy husband?
“Show me,” he whispered.
Oh, well, if that’s what he wanted, he absolutely could do that.
Sitting up, he went back between his husband’s spread thighs and enjoyed the view. With his big hands, he slid them up his thighs, driving him wild.
Oh, someone’s dick liked that. He bobbed in anticipation of what was to come.
The second he saw that tiny bead of pre-cum at the tip of his husband’s erection, he craved it. Oh, he craved everything about it.
With his fingers, he rubbed it in, lubricating the head of the man’s erection as his husband shook.
Graham whimpered in pleasure.
“You’re going to make me suffer, aren’t you?” he asked, as his husband grinned mischievously.
“What gave it away?
Oh, he didn’t know…
Maybe it was that wicked look and the fact he liked being sadistic in bed—one of his finest qualities—in Graham’s opinion.
All Graham knew was he never wanted it to end.
Michael was always fair in bed, so that’s why he gave him the opportunity.
“How wild do you want it?” he asked. “You know you have to say my most favorite words in the whole world, right?”
Oh, Graham knew what they were, too.
“Destroy me,” he whispered. “Control me. Make me yours,” he said.
And there they were.
They were the same words he always used before they came together in bed. It was kind of their thing. Once hearing them, it made him absolutely wild, so much so, that it made Michael’s balls ache in response.
Well, then, he knew how to proceed.
Let the kinky games begin.
Wrapping his fingers around the man’s rock-hard erection, he began giving him a blowjob. The second he slipped him into his mouth to lubricate his cock, Graham whimpered.
Oh, he needed this in the worst freaking way.
Trust that.
Immediately, his hands went into his husband’s hair as he held on for what was coming.
It was going to be a wild ride.
As Michael blew him, he held nothing back. The whole time, Graham was very vocal as he begged to get off. The man’s mouth was once more destroying his control.
“FUCK!” he shouted when his husband did something ridiculous with his tongue and teeth.
The whole time, Michael was enjoying the shouts, moans, and whimpers coming from his husband. They were music to his ears.
As he worked his dick over, Graham’s body bowed in pleasure. It was clear that he was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and falling into that abyss.
That was where he wanted him too.
Switching up his rhythm, he forced his man to catch up, going back to that edge.
“Please,” Graham begged. “PLEASE!”
Only, Michael ignored him, and instead, he focused on giving the man one hell of a blowjob.
They were, after all, making memories.
The whole time, Graham held on, knowing that he needed to because displeasing his Top wasn’t happening.
He shook.
Oh, and he kept shaking.
At that very moment, as his thighs quivered from the sheer will to stay in control, Michael took that as a personal challenge and shoved him over the edge, making him cum.
“Oh, fuck!” Graham shouted as he took that tumble into the pleasure.
Oh, and it was one hell of a tumble, too.
Colors exploded.
His body floated.
Only, it wasn’t going to last very long, and he knew it. His very bossy Top was going to make him earn each and every one going forward.
And he was right.
Graham was out of breath like he’d run a marathon, when all he’d done was lie on his back.
As Michael moved back over him, his own cum was dripping onto his flesh, a sign of how turned on he was. Oh, and Graham wanted his cum all over him.
He craved it.
“My only,” he whispered, saying the title he’d given him years ago.
It made Michael smile.
Those were words he’d never tire of, and he was ever so grateful to have him call him that.
It was a badge of honor.
A huge one.
Because he wanted him to always know that would be his role, and that he had one in his life too, he shared with him the same sentiment.
“My one,” he vowed.
Yes, yes, he was, and he’d always be that.
“Forgive me,” Graham said, confusing his man.
Well, until he moved.
See, Michael might be an Archangel, but he was Black Watch, and he could hold his own. He played bottom, but this bottom sometimes liked being ON TOP.
Grabbing him, he flipped him off of him, so he could ride his body to the top.