Page 95 of Love in Mission City

Neither had happened. The prospect of a family felt out of reach, but my grandfather was close to giving in. I was plying him with stories about my own loneliness and how he’d be doing me a favor. Truthfully, he needed more than just to wander around the house he shared with my grandmother for fifty-five years.

“Gil?”

I met Cullen’s gaze.

“Where’d you go?”

“Uh.”

We stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

“I was thinking about my grandfather.”

While I expected Cullen to laugh, he merely tilted his head.

“I’d asked him to move in.”

“And you’re wondering how he’d handle you having anal intercourse under the same roof.”

Laughter burst from me. “No, I wasn’t. But I am now.”

“You really love your family.”

I sobered. “Yeah, I really do. Their acceptance meant everything to me. I mean, my mother still pesters me about giving her grandbabies.”

“Do you…” He looked away before looking back. “Do you want kids?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. I didn’t have to think about it. Despite the fact the world was burning, and the future was uncertain, I wanted to have kids. “I tell myself I’m still young.”

“Thirty-two.”

Somehow, the fact he remembered touched me. “Yeah. And you’re twenty-nine.”

“A younger man.” He grinned. “Now, are you going to fuck me?”

My cock, which had stirred earlier, perked right up. “Oh, you bet.” Lightly, I shoved him into my bedroom.

He grinned and went willingly.

Once inside, I pushed him against the wall and pressed my body to his. My mouth descended on his.

He opened immediately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

I reciprocated.

We fought for dominance. As we always had.

But he’d yield for me in the end. The way he always did.

I couldn’t wait.

Chapter Four

Cullen

Holy fuck, I’m in Gil’s bedroom.

When I’d left home this afternoon, after kissing my kids and hugging my sister, I’d hoped to perhaps track Gil down. Sayhi. Satiate my unrelenting curiosity about him. Other than knowing his office was on the main drag, I didn’t know much more about Mission City. If he hadn’t been in his office, I would’ve dragged myself home and given up.