I swear I nearly stop breathing as I watch the ball go up, nicking the rim of the free ice cream hole, bouncing back to the bottom rim and into the hole.
“Yes!” I shout, my arm pulling in at my side in victory.
When I look back at Teagan, she’s smiling cheek to cheek. “Nice shot.”
We return our clubs and I get my free ice cream ticket, so on our way to the ice cream shack, she asks, “What are you getting?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” I shrug as we walk up to the front of the ice cream shack.
Seeing as they only have soft serve, I order a vanilla cone with sprinkles.
“Such a copycat.” She tsks once I have the ice cream.
I push my hand out toward her and say, “This isn’t for me. I won it for you.”
Her mouth pops open, her brown eyes full of awe. “Quentin, I could’ve bought one if I really wanted one that bad. You eat it.”
“You and I both know, winning tastes so much better. Take it, please. I don’t want it,” I plead with her, thrusting the ice cream forward once again.
This time she takes it, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she smiles. “Thank you for this. Blueberry is due for their daily sweet treat as it is.”
“I take care of my girls, don’t you worry.”
The words slip out before I can take them back, and I instantly want to. We’ve been having so much and the last thing I want is to make it weird.
“You think it’s a girl?” she asks, sounding surprised.
We haven’t been able to find out the gender because Blueberry never seems to be in the right position. But we keep telling ourselves we’ll find out when we’re meant to.
“Just a feeling I have,” I reply. “I don’t care either way, though. A healthy baby is all I want.”
“Agreed,” she hums as she lifts her sunglasses since the sun is nearly gone. Plus, we’re walking back toward my car in the nearly empty lot, so the odds of us being spotted are slim to none.
I take mine off as well, my eyes darting to her as she takes a lick of the ice cream. And then another, this time swirling around the top as she gets all the sprinkles.
Her eyes close as she hums appreciatively, making my cock twitch in my sweats.
I clear my throat and ask, “That good?”
“Why don’t you have a taste and find out?” she proposes as she comes to a stop, then adds, “It is your ice cream after all. You should have some.”
I move to grab the cone from her when she holds it up to my mouth. “I want to make sure you don’t take too much. It’s too good to let you have it all.”
I let out a laugh at her protectiveness over her ice cream before dipping my head down and taking a lick of the ice cream. And I don’t blame her for wanting it all for herself because it’s just as good as she said.
When I meet Teagan’s gaze again, I find that her eyes are already on me, a flicker of desire in her eyes that makes my skin heat.
I feel a drip on my bottom lip as I pull away and drag my tongue along it and clean it up, never looking away from her brown eyes that are brimming with lust. I watch as her plush lips part, a soft whine flowing past her lips.
“It’s good, but it’s not my favorite thing to eat.”
She shakes her head at what she thinks is a joke. “All right, that’s enough,” she mutters, walking back to the car.
I let out a chuckle and follow her.
Once we make it back to the car, she speaks up. “Thank you for taking me. I may not have been very good, but I had a lot of fun.”
“You don’t always have to be good at something to enjoy it,” I tell her as I open her door, wondering if she’s ever done something without the intention of winning or being the best at it.
