Page 293 of The Defiant Curse

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?