Page 50 of Surprisingly Us

She scrolls on her phone. “Yes. Cake or Pie?”

“That’s a tough one. Depends on the kind. I’ll go with chocolate cake and cherry pie.”

She frowns at my inability to play this game correctly. “You can’t have both.”

“I can because you’re going to say neither so I can have yours.”

Her eyes meet mine, and I raise my eyebrows in challenge, before she rolls her eyes to the side and back to her phone.

“Oh, that reminds me. We should know each other’s birthdays. Mine’s April second.”

I nod. “August tenth.”

“That’s right. I remember celebrating it at the lake. Your dad always made you the best cakes. He had a knack for decorating. The fire engine with Oreo tires was one of my favorites.”

“That was a good one. The snake was cool, too.”

“That one freaked me out. The red velvet cake mix he used for that one made it look like it was bleeding out. I had to close my eyes to eat it.”

Our eyes catch and a wave of sadness and longing rolls over me. Sometimes it’s hard for me to connect with people who knew my parents. While memories of them are wonderful, they’re always laced with sadness.

Lettie clears her throat. “Sorry. Back to the questions. Here’s a good one. Lose sleep or skip a meal?”

“I already know your answer,” I say.

“You’re right, food intake is important, especially for athletes.”

“I’d skip a meal. I need my beauty rest.”

She sits up taller, like she’s excited to be getting the hang of this thing. Asking questions to get to know someone. Dating. Hell, I haven’t done anything like this myself in years. It’s almost comical that I’m the one she’s practicing dating with when my experience in that area is barely greater than hers. Now sex, that’s a different story.

“Tattoo or piercing.” She eyes the ink on my left arm. “I don’t know why I’m asking. It’s clear which one you would pick.”

“Hate to disappoint you, Princess, but this one I can’t choose between.”

“What do you mean? You clearly would choose tattoo.” She does a quick scan of my face and ears. “You don’t have any piercings.”

My brow quirks up. “No?”

Her eyes drop to my chest. I know what she’s thinking before she speaks.

“You have your nipples pierced?” she asks, surprise registering in her voice.

I shake my head. “Guess again.”

Her eyes drop lower, to my crotch. As she processes this information, her jaw goes slack, her lips forming a perfect circle, and it’s all I can do not to think about how they would look wrapped around my cock.

“You pierced your penis?” She gapes, her eyes widening as she continues to stare at my crotch in disbelief.

But now it’s all I can think about. With the power of suggestion, my brain has drawn up a detailed visual of Lettie on her knees for me. My hand in her hair guiding that sweet mouth of hers. Watching my cock sink between her lips, smooth and wet.

I immediately clear the image, discreetly adjusting the bulge in my pants with one hand as I reach for my water glass with the other. This whole night has been different than I thought it would be. I was already enjoying myself more than I ever have with a woman and now this conversation has taken our innocent first date into a territory I am strictly trying to avoid.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat.

She’s curious. I can see it in her eyes.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, don’t you?” I ask.

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