I’m glad I’m looking the other way, since I can’t hold back my grin when I hear his groan. Did I forget to mention that I might have slid my hand across his groin area when I brushed against him?
Look, I’m not a hussy. I know doing a crotch check isn’t necessarily a polite conversation thing. But hey, it’s been a while. I’m not saying I’m a sure thing, but I want to know if the guy is packing at least a little something before we continue this. Even if nothing happens till a third or fifth date. And sure, it’s cold out. Like shrinkage small. But Summer and I have a thing: If you can feel a bulge in the cold, then you can at least expect a halfway decent time in the sack—the rest depends on his moves, since size only gets you so far. And there was a bulge. A very large one.
“I get a guaranteed boob squeeze at the end of the night for that at least?”
His words make me smile even more as I turn back. He has a matching smile, and it makes my heart beat harder. He’s looking at my face, even if his comments have his brain elsewhere. It gives me confidence that the bruising isn’t throwing him off. Makeup can only cover up so much, and it’s only been a week. The swelling is gone, but it takes a while to get out of the black-and-blue stage. At least it does when the girls I’m fighting have a hammer for a fist.
“Sure.” I walk down the steps. “But only if you pick the right food place.”
He chuckles as he follows me down to the bottom level, and I shiver at his tone. Yeah, if he keeps making that noise and smelling so good, he’ll definitely get to second base. Maybe even a double boob grab if he plays his cards right. The guy looks like he can handle two things at a time—another point in his favor for possible bedroom antics.
But only if he gets the food choice right. And we all know there’s only one right answer.
Chapter 11—Domino
“You 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. Whoknows 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.
