my eyes just so I can feel how good it is.
He cups my sac in one hand, gently tugging and massaging my balls, while he practically swallows my dick to the root. The heat and pressure build until I fist the sheets. My back bows off the mattress. “Fuck, Tyler!”
He works me until my body is on fire and my nerves are screaming. I’m throbbing and desperate to come. I climax so hard I see stars. I grip the back of his head and hold him close as I thrust into his mouth with each pulsing release.
Tyler rolls me onto my side to spoon me. I hear him tear open a condom packet, and after he sheathes himself and lubes up, a slick finger slides between my butt cheeks to tease my hole.
I sigh as I feel the pressure of him sinking slowly into me. “Tyler.”
His lips graze the back of my neck, my shoulders, my throat. He sinks deeper into me, slowly, gently, swamping me with pleasure as the glide of him inside me teases my nerve endings.
Once he starts thrusting, his arm comes around my waist, and he holds me close. He buries his face in my hair.
This isn’t fucking. This is making love.
And it feels so damn good I could cry.
Chapter 13
Ian Alexander
When I awake Saturday morning, I stretch long and hard before turning to the man beside me. Tyler’s sitting up in bed, leaning against a pile of pillows propped against the headboard, reading on his tablet. He’s got a pair of black reading glasses perched on his nose. Very Clark Kent.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I say as I slip my arm across his lap and lean in to kiss his firm bicep.
“Yeah, middle-aged eyes. I need them for reading.”
“They look good on you. What are you reading?”
He peers down at me over the top rim of his glasses. “Jamie McIntyre’s new release. It just came out yesterday.”
“McIntyre? Shane’s brother?”
“Yes. Jamie’s a former Navy SEAL, now an author. He writes military thrillers.”
“He’s the blind brother, right? Is he any good?”
“Yes, very,” Tyler says. And then his stomach lets out a growl.
“Someone’s hungry.” I sit up and finger-comb my hair, trying to tame my inevitable bedhead. After placing a quick kiss on his cheek, I swing my legs to the floor. “I’ll start on breakfast.”
He sets his tablet aside. “I can make breakfast. Do we have any frozen waffles?”
I groan. “Oh god, nothing from the freezer, please. If you want waffles, I’ll make some from scratch.”
“Actually, waffles sound really good.”
“How about Belgian waffles with homemade whipped cream?”
“Those are the thick ones, right?”
“Yes, those are the thick ones. What else would you like?”
“Bacon?”
“Okay. How about eggs?” I squeeze his bicep. “These muscles require lots of protein.”
He laughs. “That sounds perfect.”
I hop out of bed and visit the little boys’ room. Then I pull on a pair of gray sweats and head downstairs to get started on breakfast. Once I have the coffeemaker going, I gather the ingredients for breakfast.
Tyler joins me in the kitchen and sits at the table reading. When the pot is ready, I set a cup of plain black coffee in front of him. The man has no imagination.
“Mm, thanks,” he says after taking a sip.
I pour batter into the preheated waffle iron. While the waffles are cooking, I whip heavy cream until it’s thick and fluffy. Bacon is frying in one pan, while eggs are cooking in another.
While I plate our breakfasts, Tyler takes the trash out. It’s all very domestic.
As we sit down to a weekend breakfast, I gaze at him from across the table and feel ridiculously happy.
Tyler looks up from his plate. “This breakfast is amazing. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
“I’m planning to go to my mom’s house in a little bit to mow the grass. Would you like to come with me?”
“Oh, my god, yes. I’d love that.” I met his mom just recently at his nephew Luke’s first birthday party. I’m dying to get to know her better.
After breakfast, we clean up the kitchen together, then change into jeans and T-shirts.
Tyler drives us in his BMW to a gated community that his brother-in-law, Shane McIntyre, bought and turned into a private family compound. He slows as we approach the gate, and when the guard on duty recognizes Tyler, he waves us through.
In addition to the small cluster of existing houses, there are two homes under construction, with building crews hard at work. The air is filled with the echo