Garrett’s ass ached as he sat in the chair and ate his breakfast. They had made love three times in the twelve hours they had been in Provincetown. Garrett couldn’t decide if his body begged for more or needed a break.
The inn prepared an impressive buffet. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns stayed warm on a steam table so that the guests could come and go as they pleased.
One other couple occupied a table in the dining room. They were about ten years older than he and Eron, in their mid-forties. They doted on each other as they dished up their breakfast.
“Is this enough?” one asked.
“Just a little more…” the darker haired guy answered. “Bacon?”
“You know I prefer sausage.”
“We’re on vacation; sometimes you switch it up.”
“Honey, you’re in the way.”
Garrett had returned to the b
