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“ Y ou want any more?” I ask as I watch her stuff yet another taco into her mouth.

The sounds coming out of this woman have me harder than if she were walking around naked.

It’s been nonstop since we came to the truck yard.

Brillant move on my part if I say so myself.

She picks what she wants, and I get a boob grab.

Winners all around. Not that I plan to cash in on it tonight.

Not unless things progress faster than I expect.

Viv isn’t a vamp. Nothing club whore about her.

She isn’t about to just get on her knees and start sucking me off.

A girl like this will more likely punch me in the dick before I get her on her knees.

And yet she isn’t anti-man or nothing. She was okay with taking my bike, even though she said she’s not a bitch-riding type.

But she said it with a smile, then hopped on the bike and patted for me to sit in front of her.

And she has zero problems with me paying, but still offered to go halfsies.

Girl ain’t like what I expect a female MMA fighter to be.

Then again, she’s the first I’ve ever met, so I’m basically going off what I’ve seen on TV.

TV gives you all kinds of info, good or bad.

“No,” she mumbles around a full mouth, and I don’t know why the image of her talking with me filling her mouth with my cock is in the forefront of my mind right now, but it’s there .

She swallows and takes a sip of her soda before talking again. “I should have stopped two tacos ago, but these are just too good. I can’t believe you went for the barbeque over this.” She shakes her head at me.

“Next time we come here, I’ll get the tacos. But the barbecue is pretty good. Have a better spot back home, but it’s got my vote.”

“Next time, huh?” I smirk at her catching on to my not-so-subtle second date request. “Yeah, guess that could work. Think you can offer me a bite next time before you wolf it down?”

I shrug, not committing to anything. “I’m a Hound. It’s in our DNA.”

“If that was the case, you’d be named after mutt or something. How’d you get your… road name, right?”

I nod at her using the right terminology for my name, then shake my head. “We don’t get them because we’re part of the Hounds but because of what we do in the club.”

“And what do you do, Domino?”

I feel my whole face grin. “Knock shit down.”

She huffs out a laugh. Whether she believes me is a different story, and not something I’m interested in discussing. I might find the woman hot and intriguing, but I’m not about to tell her things that can be seen as felonies under the right circumstances.

“Where to next?”

She smiles at the kid who comes and clears our plates, and I would be jealous if not for him being a pimply guy who can’t be more than fifteen.

And he gets flustered from Viv’s small attention.

I’m not about to take that from the kid.

Who knows if he gets any attention of the female variety, especially as a busboy at an outdoor truck stop.

This place ain’t really advertising as a woman magnet.

Sure, a few are here, but they seem to be twice his age, and half on their own dates.

“Grim said the bar next door ain’t too bad. Figured we’d head over there and get a real drink.” Apparently this truck yard has nothing alcoholic. I can live without it, but why do that when I can get a decent drink and possibly a boob grab out of tonight? Neither has been ruled out yet.

“Sounds like a plan. I’m freezing my ass off, and I don’t have enough to lose. The bonfires around here are great, but the Michigan wind slices through you at a certain point.”

I nod as I put a hand on her back and guide her out of the small area they sectioned off for the food trucks.

They’re stacked in a square to block out some of the wind, as the bonfires were going on high around us.

Snow has drifted in and out since I got here, but nothing crazy like I feared.

And what has come down didn’t do much but cause some light dusting. It’s a blessing, really.

The truck I bought is back at the shop getting a lift added and a few other things.

If I’m going to buy something, I want it to have all the bells and whistles; otherwise, what’s the point of spending the money?

I’m a numbers guy. I don’t like to part with my cash.

But when I do, I make sure it’s something I’m going to keep around.

The doorman takes one look at my vest and opens the door, even going as far as to give me a nod and a “Sir.” I smirk and catch Viv’s similar reaction .

She leans her head back, and I tilt mine forward to hear her. The place isn’t packed, but the band is already playing. “Must be good to be king.”

“It has its perks,” I say as I squeeze her hip, just enough for her to feel it. I don’t know if she’s the type to see fault in a little manhandling. I’ve seen what her right hook can do, and I don’t really care to experience it myself.

We order drinks at the bar, then find an open table and listen to the music.

Not really much we can do till they take a break, and I’m okay with it.

Sitting next to a beautiful woman and enjoying the music as I drink a beer isn’t a hard job.

And when said beautiful woman shuffles closer and rests against me, I enjoy that, too, putting my arm around her and playing idly with her hair.

It might just be some of the silkiest hair I’ve ever touched.

Then again, when I grab a woman’s hair, it’s usually to keep it out of her face when she’s sucking my dick.

’Cause I’m gentlemanly like that—and really hate when I find strands wrapped around my cock or balls when I shower after.

I don’t recall the last time I just played with a woman’s hair, if ever. I zone out a bit in an almost Zen trance as I twirl and weave it between my fingers.

When the band takes a break, I take the opportunity to get us more drinks.

I haven’t been on a lot of dates. Not that I don’t get laid a ton; I just don’t really need to put much effort into a woman who hangs around the club.

I’m not some horndog who needs to get my dick wet every five seconds, but when I have a need, I can usually find someone to help me out.

Not lately, of course. The job has been taking up too much of my mind for me to do anything but think about it. Till I met Viv, that is. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve imagined her on her knees in my shower as I blow into her mouth and not the drain like I’ve been doing.

But despite my lack of dating history, I still feel like tonight’s going well.

We haven’t talked much. When we ate, we did, but then we came in here and it’s been too loud.

Still, this might be the best night I’ve had in a while.

I’m okay with not getting her whole story.

Oh, I want it, but I can wait. I can get small details here and there and figure out the bigger picture over time.

Because while I’m not looking for an old lady, I’m open to starting something and seeing where it goes while I’m here.

I know it won’t be a forever type of thing, but having a steady person around while I’m here doesn’t seem like a bad idea either.

When I grab the new beers, I tip the bartender more than I should since he skipped the line to get to me, which has me thinking the club could do with some recruiting, starting with this place.

The bouncer, who seems to be a carbon copy of the bartender, both seem to recognize and respect the patch I wear.

I know the club is known here, since it has hands in a few cookie jars.

But both guys seem to understand who I am too.

They see the president patch and respect it. Not everyone does.

Turning back, I pause a second as I see that my empty chair is not so empty now.

In fact, four guys are crowding Viv, all with their own vests on, and not a single one is part of my club.

I recognize the patch and realize the boys are about three hours north of their territory.

It ain’t rare for a club to encroach on another, but it’s been a while since I’ve dealt with it.

Might have gotten used to the cushy spot in Kansas my old chapter has.

No one touches the entire state without going through the Hounds.

Here we are up north, a small territory, but a good one to have with the access to the waterways that allow for transporting things out of the country.

Club doesn’t deal with drugs, but we’ve made deals with others to provide protection for those who choose to move a product from one side of our area to another.

Our only rule is that we can check the inventory.

We make sure we know what we’re carrying so we can better protect it.

Also, so we can say hell no if it’s something we ain’t about to be caught up in, like human trafficking.

“You’re in my seat,” I say to the guy who’s trying to lean into Viv, who’s doing a good job of keeping out of his slobber. He seems to be drooling on my date, and I don’t blame him. She’s fly as shit.

He does a slow turn to look at me, as if he’s confused why someone would dare talk to him.

Dick must think he’s hot shit, but I don’t see an officer’s rocker on his vest, nor the other guys’.

He might think he’s top dog, but his club doesn’t.

At least not enough to vote him into a position other than member.

“So?” he snarls at me, and I watch as his eyes take in my cut, then my patches. To his credit, he doesn’t back away crying like he should. But I do note that the rest of his friends at least stand tall and stop leaning over the table like they own it.