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Gregg put a hand on his stomach. For good or bad, his secret was finally out. Now he just had to see where all the pieces landed.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Gregg carried Tiffy with great care and gently placed her on John’s couch. The fact she barely stirred the entire time worried him. Going by the look on John’s face, it concerned him, too. John’s brows were furrowed, and he had a frown on his face. He even bent over and brushed an errant curl away from Tiffy’s way-too-pale face.
    “There’s no way that they can let your father take her away with him. She’ll never survive under his care,” John said.
    “I know. Now you can see why I’ve kept silent for so long,” Gregg said, his stomach a bundle of nerves.
    John grabbed Gregg’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Once there, he embraced Gregg. Gregg sank into John’s hold. After everything that had happened that morning, it was nice to be in a place that felt safe.
    “Don’t worry. I saw the way Daniel was looking at your father. I have a feeling he’s not going to let Tiffy go into his care,” John said.
    “But old cast rules—”
    John interrupted Gregg. “I know what the old rules say, but they also say that Daniel should be mated to a Hawk, yet he’s with a feline. Plus, his brother is with an Eagle. So I think Daniel is one who doesn’t always go by the rules.”
    Gregg thought about that one for a moment. Now that John put it that way, it did make sense. It also gave Gregg his first sense of hope. Maybe later on when he went to see Daniel, if Gregg played his cards just right and pleaded his case, Daniel might grant him custody of Tiffy. Stranger things have happened.
    As the despair was lifted from Gregg’s shoulders, he suddenly became aware that he was oh-so-close to the man that he was attracted to above all others. Gregg stood on tiptoe and gave John a scorching kiss.
    Once they broke apart, Gregg said, “Make love to me.”
    “Are you sure? Because once we do, I’m not giving you up,” John said.
    “And I’m not giving you up, either.”
    Gregg meant it, too. No matter what happened over the next twenty-four hours, there was one thing that he knew was going to be for certain. John was going to claim him, and Gregg was going to love every moment of it, too.
    John took Gregg by the hand once again, only this time he led him back to the bedroom. Once there, he quietly closed the door, then turned to Gregg. He then ever-so-slowly peeled off Gregg’s shirt.
    Gregg lifted his arms to help John take it off. Once the garment was free, John tossed it to the side. Somewhere along the way, John had put on a t-shirt. Gregg quickly got rid of that so they were soon both naked from the chest up.
    Now free to touch, Gregg couldn’t resist running his hands up and down John’s firm pecs. He even leaned down and peppered a few kisses on them. After all, they were so perfect they deserved only the best treatment. John urged him on by threading his hands through Gregg’s hair and letting out a moan of approval.
    Gregg moved on to John’s nipples, sucking and nibbling on each one in turn. Gregg couldn’t help but smile to himself when John threw back his head and let out a little hiss. He loved to know that he was able to garner that kind of reaction from the soldier who was usually so in control of himself.
    When Gregg dropped to his knees and John let out an, “Oh God, yes,” Gregg couldn’t help but chuckle. While John might be the bigger and stronger of the two of them, at the moment, Gregg was the one who was completely in charge of the situation. He loved every single moment of it, too.
    With steady fingers, Gregg reached out and undid John’s fly. Slowly undoing it, he freed John’s cock. Once he had it in his hands, Gregg could only stare at it for a moment in awe. It was thick, cut, and long. In other words, it was perfect, and Gregg couldn’t wait to have it inside him.
    But first, he was going to play with it. Sticking out his