Chapter Eighteen
En Route To
The Castle
Evening
Eleven P.M.
Oh, it had been quite the night. After copious amounts of alcohol, really good pub faire, and some dancing, everyone was on the way back to the castle to tuck in for the night. They’d laughed entirely too much, danced until their feet hurt, and spent a good amount of the time being family.
And it was the best night any of them had in a long time.
Gabby wasn’t thinking about losing another pregnancy. Finn wasn’t worried about Gabby being heartbroken, and Ethan wasn’t thinking about losing his wife.
Oh, and Graham wasn’t thinking about what could have been.
Instead, they were all happy.
And singing.
For Graham, it was a good night for him because he got to see the people he loved most in life let loose and enjoy themselves. While Elizabeth wanted to keep drinking, the pub was drawing attention.
Maybe it was the two douchebags she kicked the shit out of, or maybe word had gotten out that she was there.
Either way, Graham pulled the plug on the party.
They were all a little too giggly.
And he was thinking about his husband—and how much he couldn’t wait to get him to bed.
Michael was drunk, but not outrageously plastered. He was able to function, and that was a good kind of tipsy.
They were all at the ‘I love you’ stage of drinking. From Ethan to Finn, everyone was professing their love for each other with a pint in their hands.
That was one step before ‘worshipping the porcelain throne in the morning’ drunk—which was what he wanted them all to avoid.
All in all, they weren’t the worst drunks he’d dealt with in his life—himself being one of them.
Elizabeth just laughed a lot and wanted to dance.
Finn’s accent got thicker as he hit on his wife.
And Michael kept copping a feel under the table.
Oh, and that was one more reason they were heading back to the castle.
Someone was in the mood.
As they got into the garage, Elizabeth stumbled around, and Ethan had her back.
“I got you, Boo,” he said, slurring.
She snickered as he put her over his shoulder, and nearly dropped her on the concrete floor.
“Okay, maybe don’t do that,” Graham said. “She’ll get a concussion when you knock her off the wall, Laddie.”
He laughed.
“Ohhh, the room is spinning.”
Yeah, he bet it was.
When they said get schnockered, they meant it. Then again, you only lived once, and they needed a night off from past troubles.
Been there.
Done that.
“Let’s get you guys to the Master’s Suite,” Graham offered. “Aspirin for EVERYONE tomorrow,” he said.
Gabby laughed.
“Someone carry me,” she said, leaning against the car.
Finn tried, and it was a fail. They ended up on their asses, laughing so hard, someone almost pissed herself.
Or so she said.
“Okay, no peeing in the castle,” Graham stated. “That’s frowned upon now. Back then, maybe not.”
Michael laughed and slapped Graham on the ass.
HARD.
“You hold that thought,” he said to his husband. “We’ll address that later.”
That made Michael grin wickedly.
His husband was right about that.
“I’ll get Elizabeth,” Michael stated. “You grab Gabby. Ethan and Finn are on their own.”
Both men laughed from the floor.
It was clear neither minded their wives being carried since they weren’t doing it.
While Michael was drunk—as in couldn’t drive a car—he absolutely could carry a person.
So, he did.
He tossed Elizabeth over his shoulder.
“Why is the room upside down?” she asked, laughing. “Why is this ass right here, and why isn’t it my husband's?”
Oh, she was big drunk.
Someone was going to have a hangover in the morning. That was another reason why they headed home at eleven and not three when the pub closed.
Well, that and the massive tab.
Graham was horrified by the amount, but Ethan and Elizabeth didn’t even bat an eye when they paid with their credit card.
When the owner saw the telltale black card, his eyes had gone huge, and he realized that the two people who were running the tab were definitely good for it.
In fact, he’d said they could come back anytime. The bar fight was forgotten, and there was no insult there.
That was for sure.
As they got them up the stairs, somehow, Gabby said the words NO ONE wanted to hear.
“I think I’m going to puke.”
Oh, well, he got her to the guest room in time to pass her off to Finn and wish them good luck.
“Not my kink,” he said to his best friend. “Good luck. You married her. You get the vomit that goes with her.”
He just laughed.
Well, that and they both crawled across the floor to the attached bathroom as Graham closed the door.
Not far away, Michael dumped Elizabeth into the bed, and had to pick Ethan up to put him there too.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” he said.
Only, she was already asleep.
SNORING.
In all of his years of working for the Blackhawks, he never saw Elizabeth so drunk that she was snoring.
Oh, she was going to have a headache in the morning.
Pulling aspirin from the nightstand drawer, he put it there for them to find when the sun came up.
“Sleeping in,” Ethan murmured, as he toed off his shoes and laid facedown on the bed. “Don’t wake us. See you at noon.”
Then, he passed out ON TOP of the comforter.
But beside his wife.
Well, that mission was handled.
From where he stood, Graham shook his head.
This was the best possible outcome when it came to the evening. It had been fun, and the only reason it stayed that way was because he’d not let them have hard alcohol. This was a beer bender and it wouldn’t dissolve their livers.
“Bed?” Michael asked.
Graham went to say something, but he didn’t get to.
Why?
His husband grabbed him, tossed him over his shoulder, and carried him out of the room.
When he got him to the other guest room, he tossed him onto the bed.
Graham landed with a thud on the mattress. Looking up, he saw the most spectacular sight.
His husband was pulling off his belt and holding it in his hands.
It was time to have some fun.
“D’artangnan,” he whispered.
Oh, seeing his Marine stand there, belt in hand, and his hair all messed up from the evening festivities, Graham was pretty sure he’d never looked sexier.
“I can’t tell you how difficult it was not to take you into the men’s room and fuck you,” he said. “That’s all I wanted. It wasn’t easy to not do that.”
Graham swallowed.
God.
He wished he would have.
There was no doubt he would have done anything this man wanted. He owned him mind, body, and soul.
“Only, I didn’t want anyone to see me do that.”
The second he said it, Michael saw the look on his face. That’s when he explained.
“Stop.”
Graham’s heart hurt for that brief second. Was he embarrassed by being seen with him?
“Let me finish. I didn’t want anyone to cheapen our marriage by thinking it was some cheap hookup. I value my husband and our relationship. No one will talk about my man like that. They are lucky Elizabeth took it easy on them. I would have killed them.”
Graham understood.
“You’re not embarrassed by me?”
Michael moved closer.
It was clear his husband was still worried. His reaction had said it all.
Well, it was time to fix that.
“Never,” he promised. “The only thing I’m embarrassed by is my lack of control around you. You make me insane, Graham. You always have.”
Pulling off his sweater, he tossed it across the room, and it landed on the floor.
Next, his pants followed, and as he stood there in his boxer briefs, the evidence of his lust was clearly visible. He was rock-hard and desperate for the man.
“It’s time to enjoy my husband,” he said.
It was clear to Graham that Michael was definitely not as drunk as he thought he was, because someone was incredibly turned on.
Grabbing his man, he pulled him toward him on the bed by the ankle, and ripped open his pants to roughly yank them down his body.
Graham whimpered in need.
This man made him absolutely insane, and he couldn’t get enough of him. He could manhandle him any day of the week.
Trust.
And.
Believe.
When he pulled his pants off of his body, he grabbed his shirt next and tore it open.
Buttons went flying everywhere, and there was that deep, feral growl from somewhere in Michael’s body that told Graham that this was going to be anything but gentle.
Perfect.
Tonight, he wanted wild.
He wanted crazy.
He wanted Michael disorderly.
“Please,” he begged.
Oh, well, this was about to be one hell of a night for the man. Michael was feeling possessive, and when he was drinking, that lust was always insatiable.
There wouldn’t be one round.
There wouldn’t be two.
His plan was to be just as exhausted in the morning as humanly possible, and not from the beer.
From the fuckery.
Because it was about to be a wild night in their bedroom. His husband could bet on that.
Straddling his husband on the bed, he grabbed both of his hands and strapped the belt around them. Then, using his strength, he pulled him up the bed to bind him to the headboard.
The whole time, Graham’s body reacted to that.
He loved being handled roughly in bed by Michael. There was something so deeply masculine and sexy about it. Graham could forget everything and just be loved.
“Now, let’s have some fun. I have a surprise for you afterward.”’
Graham barely heard him.
Why?
Someone’s dick was right there. Yes, he was still covered by his underwear, but that little wet spot told the tale.
Precum was now at the party, and Graham wanted to taste his man in the worst way.
“Please give me your cock,” he begged, the Scottish accent thick from the lust. “I need a proper fucking.”
Well, ask and he shall receive.
Getting off of Graham, now that he was his prisoner, he pulled his underwear off.
Oh, and Graham got to see the evidence of his arousal.
“I want you so much,” Michael admitted. “There’s never enough of you, Mo ghràdh.”
The words were music to Graham’s ears. He absolutely was his love.
Forever.
“Mo chridhe,” he answered back, calling him his heart.
With one movement, he grabbed the front of Graham’s boxers, and tore them violently from his body, proving that he was incredibly strong.
And desperately horny.
Graham moaned.
“Please fuck me,” he begged. “I need you to fuck me!”