Tyler and I were both stuffed when we left but nothing was worse than seeing his face when I got in his truck with the whipped cream and cherries. Thankfully, he didn’t ask questions. I had everything ready for Kyle when he finally texted and said he was on the way. The candles were lit and I had just the right amount of whipped cream on my lady bits. I just hoped it didn’t melt off by the time he showed up. He knew the passcode to the garage so I didn’t have to worry about answering the door. It wasn’t long before I heard the garage door open and someone come through the kitchen door. I carefully climbed up on my bed, my heart thundering in my chest with the footsteps coming down the hall. When the door opened, my breath hitched as I watched his eyes widen. “Holy fuck,” he growled. “You like?” He slid off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them and his boxers slide to the floor. “You look so unbelievably sexy right now,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed.
