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“I didn’t think so.” His attention went back to the game and he growled in frustration at another missed shot. “This has to be the worst game I’ve ever watched here. You’re bad luck.”
“Excuse me? Do you remember the game we watched at Sam’s last month? We were down by thirty points until I showed up. I’m great luck.” I smacked his arm with the back of my hand and grunted. “Bad luck…the nerve of you.”
After another few plays gone awry, he looked down at me. “I can’t watch any more of this in public or I’m going to get arrested for disturbing the peace.”
I drained the last of my beer and stood from my stool. “Tell me, date, do you pay for my dinner and beers now or do I have to break out my own money?”
He pulled out his wallet and dropped a few bills on the bar. “A woman hasn’t paid while on a date with me since I was sixteen, Poppy.”
“Talking about other women on our date?Swoon, Cyrus!”
“I’m sick of you. Come on.” He cupped my elbow and led me out of the bar and to his truck. It felt strange to have him touching me so much, but my body reacted like it’d never been touched before. He opened the truck door for me and sighed down at me. “This is the part where some women pretend they can’t climb inside.”
I laughed and pushed him away. “I’ve been climbing inside trucks bigger than yours my whole life, buddy. Don’t worry about me.”
With my ass in the air as I climbed up using his running board, I nearly tumbled headfirst into the truck when a sharp slap landed on my right ass cheek. I gasped and gripped my ass, unnerved by the way the tingles in my cheek moved to my core and settled there.
Cyrus smirked. “Just pretending you’re my date, Poppy. Don’t act so innocent.”
Settling into my seat felt different with the shape of his hand burning across my ass. “If this is how you treat your normal dates, I might agree with them that your manners could use some work.”
It was clear he wasn’t concerned as he shut my door and strode around to his side. When he shut his own door, he pulled on his seat belt and looked over at me. “Buckle up. We’re going for a ride.”
My pulse quickened as he started the truck and drove away from the bar. I wasn’t any sort of dating guru, so any advice I could give to help Cyrus date was limited. I’d thought the date at the bar was great. It was what we were both into and he’d paid plenty of attention to me while asking about the plays and the players. It was clear that I wasn’t his normal date. Going on the drive and park part of his normal date seemed dangerous. I wasn’t sure I wanted to experience what the others did and critique it.
Still, I kept my mouth shut because I wanted to see more of Cyrus. I wanted to see where he went and how he acted. Did he ever bring on the romance? I wasn’t entirely sure why women needed romance when looking at a man like Cyrus, but I didn’t get a lot of things most women did.
“Where’s your spot?” I watched out the window as he drove out of town and farther inland. “Not the beach, huh? That surprises me.”
“You think I’m driving thirty minutes to get to a beach just to get sand up my ass? And then have to drive thirty minutes back home in awkward silence? With sand still up my ass? Not a chance in hell.”
I gave him a deadpan look. “You’re kidding me right now.”
“Not even a little bit.” He pulled off of a side road and backed his truck into a little alcove of trees. Glancing over at me, he raised one eyebrow, silently challenging me. “Coming?”
I watched him step out into the dark and muggy night and immediately climbed out of my side. I wasn’t scared of a challenge and I definitely wasn’t scared to sit in the dark with Cyrus. Walking to the back of the truck, I realized that the trees opened up overhead and the moon gave just enough light to allow me to see Cyrus open the tailgate and sit on it.
“I’m willing to bet that nine out of ten women you bring here think that you’re going to murder them, Cyrus. This is awful.” Only, it wasn’t. Not really. Not when I sat on the tailgate next to him and looked up at the moon and stars. The trees and their leaves looked velvet through the darkness and there was a light breeze that cooled the thin layer of sweat that the humidity instantly formed on my skin.
Cyrus pulled out his phone and turned on an old country station. “It’s peaceful out here. Sometimes I come out here by myself.”
“I don’t need to hear about you shaking hands with yourself, Cyrus.”
He laughed. “Not what I meant, PoJo. When did you get such a dirty mind?”
I settled in and leaned back on my elbows to watch the sky. “You’d be surprised.”
“I bet a lot of things about you would surprise me, Poppy.”
15
***Cyrus***
Poppylookedupatme, her face full of shadows. “So, what happens next?”
I told myself to put Poppy back in my truck and drive her home. I told myself that thinking with my newly-awoken-to-Poppy dick was a terrible idea. I even tried telling myself that if I touched her, I’d deserve to rot in hell, but my hands had a mind of their own.
I gripped her hips and easily lifted her onto my lap. The sound of her knees hitting the tailgate on either side of me sent a jolt of pleasure through my warped brain. Gripping her ass, enjoying the feel of having both of my hands full, I met her shocked expression and smirked. “You asked.”
