“They are.” I smiled. “Bacon too?”
“I never pass up bacon.”
We got out of my vehicle and hurried into the market to escape the freezing cold. It felt oddly natural to walk around a grocery store with Tyler as I carried a basket and filled it with everything I needed for breakfast.
“You need all that to make pancakes?” Tyler asked, eyeing the vanilla extract, flour, granulated sugar, baking powder and baking soda.
“From scratch, yeah.”
“Damn. It looks like we’re staying an entire week,” he joked.
I chuckled. “At least I can take all this home with me so it won’t go to waste.”
“Cool. I’m going to go get some snacks. Meet you at the front?”
“Sure.”
He walked off and I went to the back of the store where the milk, ricotta cheese, butter, eggs, and bacon were. I also grabbed a bottle of vanilla creamer for coffee in the morning and then swung by the produce department for a few lemons and blueberries.
Once I got to the front of the store, Tyler had already checked out, two bags full of what looked like chips, cheese crackers and candy inside.
“Okay. Now it looks like we’re staying a week,” I teased.
“I’m a growing boy. I need snacks.”
As I was loading everything onto the conveyor belt, I thought of an item I had forgotten. I muttered, “Shit. One second,” and ran off to grab a case of water. It was true it looked like we were staying more than one night, but I liked the idea of cooking breakfast for him like he had for me. And, I was certain we would drink all of the water because I planned on working up a sweat multiple times, and in many different ways.
* * *
After getting backinto the car, we drove about ten minutes until we arrived at a picturesque two-story house. The darkness concealed the lake I had previously admired in photographs, but as we approached, an automatic light illuminated our path down the driveway.
Tyler couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did you find a big enough place?”
I parked my SUV. “It was last minute.”
“You had the entire week to book something,” he teased.
“I know. But I’m here, right?”
His face lit up as he leaned across the center console to plant a quick kiss on my lips. “And I’m happy you came.”
“Me too,” I replied, a smile playing on my face.
Exiting the car, we stepped into the crisp winter night, where a meticulously shoveled pathway led to the front door. I grabbed my duffle and camera bag from the backseat while Tyler grabbed the grocery bags, and we walked to the front door. A porch light shone warmly, casting a glow over us as I entered the door code I had been provided. It unlocked with a soft click, and a rush of warmth washed over my cheeks as we stepped inside. I hadn’t had the chance to turn on a light when Tyler swiftly kicked the door shut and clasped my hand.
“In a hurry?” I asked, slightly breathless as my bags slid to the floor and he set the groceries down. Apparently they could wait to be put in the fridge.
“Yes,” he replied simply, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I wasn’t about to argue with him.
With the exterior light pouring through the windows and the moon’s gentle radiance above, we navigated our way to the primary bedroom. Our clothes went flying as we hurried to get naked.
As soon as my knees hit the bed, I was on my back, Tyler’s gorgeous head popping up between my thighs. With a wicked grin, he kept his eyes locked on mine before slowly sliding his tongue down the length of my dick.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth,” I moaned, leaning back on my elbows.
“Yeah, how much have you missed it?” he asked between peppering kisses along each ridge of my aching cock.
