Page 68 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

“Oh, thank Christ.”Cadence pushed into me, hard, but it didn’t hurt.In turn, he arched his head back, exposing his throat.

With my left hand, I grazed his Adam’s apple.I traced down his collarbone, across his chest, and placed my hand over his hammering heart.

He roared his release.

I grinned.Such a loud sound from such a normally delicate person.

He angled his head back so our gazes locked.

I eased my legs back to the mattress as he withdrew.

He crawled up my body and took my mouth.

I gave in to him.

Forever.I wanted this to go on forever.

Chapter Five

Cadence

Words escaped me.

They had to be in there somewhere.

But as Marcus held me in his muscular arms against his broad chest, no truly coherent thoughts could form.

He snagged the comforter and dragged it over us.The fabric was chilled, but it’d warm soon enough from our combined body heat.His cum was also cooling against my stomach, and I needed to remove the condom, but I just couldn’t bring myself to give a shit.

As my heart rate returned to normal, I pressed a kiss to his left nipple, right above his heart.

He groaned.“I don’t think I have another one in me.”

I grinned.“Oh, we’re done for the night.”

“Really?”

He sounded disappointed.“You want more?”I angled my head so my chin pressed his sternum and our gazes locked.His dark-brown eyes mesmerized.He was so unlike the twins with their blonde hair and their father’s silver eyes.Those silver eyes were distinctive and memorable.

Marcus very much favored his mother.Except in height.

Susan Brannigan was definitely on the short side.Yet all the children were tall.The girls were just under six feet and Marcus was over.

When they were young, the girls had been fashion models.Plenty of cute-twins work.Casey’d outgrown that phase, but Shannon had held tight to anything putting her firmly in the spotlight.Dancing, modeling…and she’d planned to add acting to her resumé.

The accident didn’t just rob her of her ability to walk.It demolished her ambition.I tried to tell her she could get work, even in a wheelchair, but that’d been twelve years ago when inclusion hadn’t really been a thing.Things were different now.Not easy, but views were evolving.

“How are the twins?”

He cocked his head.

“Shan shut me out twelve years ago.”Even today, that still stung.Over the past dozen years, I tried a dozen different ways to contact her.Casey barred my entry at the door.Letters were returned unopened.She wasn’t on social media.

He feathered a hand through my hair.“She’s been through a lot.We all have, but her most of all.And I don’t just mean the wheelchair.”He closed his eyes for a moment.“Macy’s death hit her hard.The four of them were close, but…I don’t know…” He appeared to flounder.“Something happened that night.Aside from the accident.I’ve never been able to get anyone to talk about it.”

“Maybe they will.When the time is right.”

He tisked.“The time is never right.My parents have moved up to the interior and come home periodically, but it’s not the same.They thought leaving Casey, Shan, and Jae together in that house would force them to mature.To go outside of themselves.Never happened.Shan never leaves the house, Casey barely tolerates the outside world, and Jae…” He sighed.“More pain that I can’t share.”

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