Page 62 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Chapter Three

Cadence

I hoped he’d just shed his clothes quickly and hop on the bed, but no such luck.

He removed his coat and hung it over the back of the desk chair.He toed off the shoes he probably should’ve removed when he came into the house.

I’d been so stunned that practicalities like that escaped me.

He unbuttoned his flannel shirt leisurely, revealing rippling muscles.

I didn’t think he played hockey anymore, but as a physiotherapist, he’d need to stay in shape.Each time I drove past his clinic, my heart stuttered.I’d heard somewhere he was living in a condo in downtown Mission City, but I hadn’t known which one.

His hands moved to his belt buckle, and I salivated.Yes, big boy, show me all you’ve got.

Each time I drove past his family’s home—where his twin sisters still lived—my heart ached.Twelve years was a long time.Too much water under the bridge at this point.Not that I didn’t think of my former dance partner often and, okay, so not the time to be thinking of Marcus’s sister.

He opened the belt, unbuttoned his fly, and slid down the zipper.Gray boxer briefs.

Yeah, that fit his personality.

He tucked his thumbs in both underwear and jeans and slid them down in one fluid movement.He shucked them and hung them over the chair as well, then he turned to me.

That wicked grin hit me low in the gut.Naked, he was a thing of beauty.All sinew and muscle, and skin pale in the weak winter light.In the summer, though, it often went a light brown when he spent time out in the sun.Beach volleyball and running, if memory served.

And it did.I remembered.I remembered everything.

His cock jutted out, and he grasped it.“Are you going to join me, or is this a solo show?”

Again, I licked my lips.“Oh, this is a duet.”I yanked down the comforter and top sheet.“Lie down.”

He winked and did just that, settling in the center of the bed.

At lightning speed, I shed my own clothes.I tossed them haphazardly over the desk chair, never letting my gaze wander from his.His eyes were almost black in this light.Slitted, and eating me up.Devouring me with his gaze.

By the time I removed my dress socks, my cock was leaking precum.I palmed myself, willing my raging hard-on to wait one fucking minute.

His gaze moved from mine to my cock, and then back up.“Please tell me you have lube and condoms.”

Right.

Had almost forgotten.I yanked open the nightstand drawer and stuck my hand into the very back.I’d refreshed the stash a couple of years ago because I often spent the night here and occasionally had company.If Gertie knew, she never said.She and Mabel honestly didn’t care, as long as I was safe.They taught me about condoms when they were in their late eighties.A lesson I’d likely never forget.I could be one hundred like Miss Mabel had been and would still flush as the two women sat me down forthe talk.Still made me smile.

“You coming over here, or are you going to bask in that memory?”

“A good one, I promise.”I dropped the lube and a strip of condoms on the bed.“You up for this, old man?”

His affronted look was adorable.

“I’m thirty-one.”He sucked in his abs.“I have a while to go before I’m an old man.”

Fair enough.

I knelt on the bed and crawled atop him.I let my weight settle as he opened his legs and let me lay between his thighs.His skin was warm as I traced his cheekbones.His stubble was barely there.Had he shaved today?Had he worked today?I hadn’t asked how he wound up in my neck of the woods, but it didn’t matter.He was here now, and I planned to take full advantage.

Telegraphing the kiss, I moved slowly.Deliberately.He ran his hands through my hair and tugged lightly.Pulled me closer to him.

Our lips met, and he immediately opened for me.

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