George turned his brand-new Mustang into the driveway of the small house on the outskirts of Tulsa. He drove Route 66 the distance from Chicago stopping only for a quick bite of food and bathroom breaks. Cullen came out the front door as he stepped from the car.
George paused to run an appreciative eye over Cullen’s shirtless body. The man had lost none of his musculature since the last time he saw him thus, almost nine months ago. There were no opportunities to see any of them in private during the trial.
“George!” Cullen exclaimed, bounding off the porch. George leapt into his arms, wrapping his legs around the big man’s waist, and reveled in the warm, furry kisses. He clutched the hair on the back of Cullen’s head, trying to devour him.
Cullen seemed just as hungry for him. Their c**
