In the four years that I’d been divorced, I’d met a handful of men. Regardless of their accolades or appearance, none of them garnered my interest.

At least not until Cash.

I couldn’t put my finger on any single quality that drew me to him. I felt safe in his presence, which was a plus. I liked his dry sense of humor. He was attractive. There wasn’t one thing, however, that I could say he did, said, or possessed that made me view him as a potential mate.

Nonetheless, his presence made me feel comfortable and free. Being with him filled me with an excitement that had been missing from my life for a long time.

I poured his glass full and set the bottle of wine aside. “Are you okay?”

His palms were pressed to his face, obstructing it completely from view. After a few deep breaths, he slid the tips of his fingers to his temples and glared at me.

“No, I’m not oh-fucking-kay. You just pulled some dick-sucking trick on me.”

I grinned. “You liked it?”

He barked out a laugh. “I busted a nut in what? Sixty seconds? Maybe ninety?” He tilted his head to the side and widened his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did you take some seminar or some shit?”

I gave him a look. “A seminar?”

“Yeah. To learn to do all that stuff.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You didn’t even use your hands.”

“Hands are for hand jobs.” I offered a mischievous grin. “Mouths are for blowjobs.”

“Your mouth is...” He let out a slow breath. “I like your mouth.”

“You’ve got a pretty dick,” I volleyed.

He scrunched his face. “Pretty?”

“Dicks are ugly.” I shifted my eyes to his lap. “Yours isn’t.”

“I don’t know when you had time to see it,” he said with a laugh. “It was down your throat the whole time.”

“I’m guessing you’ll be back for more?”

He gave me a once-over. “That’s my guess, yeah.”

“Good.”

He lowered his hands to his lap and gave me a serious look. “I thought that was off-limits for tonight. What happened?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “I wanted to see if you were worth keeping around. I had to do some investigating.”

“I wasn’t leaving.” He waved his upturned palm over the top of the table. “We were just sitting here.”

I wasn’t what I meant. I decided to tread lightly on the subject. “I think it’d be nice to have someone like you stop by from time to time. I thought that might convince you to do so.”

A period of silence followed. Then, he gave me a solemn look. “The president of our club has an Ol’ Lady. Other than that, we’re all single. The members of MC’s aren’t known for having long-term relationships. Women can’t wrap their heads around what it is that we do, and we’re not the types to conform to other people’s desires.”

Despite my delicate nature, he mistook my intention. Nonetheless, I addressed the matter at hand. “I’ve seen some pretty shady stuff in my life,” I assured him. “You might be surprised at what I can wrap my mind around.”

His head shook ever so slightly. Involuntarily, almost. “Women aren’t built for this shit.”

“What do you do that’s so incomprehensible?”

“The first rule of being an Ol’ Lady – not that this is headed there – is that you never ask about club business. Club business is the club’s business, and no one else’s.”

I gave him a deer in the headlights look. “Club business?”

“What the club does. One of the men might share something he’s done – or does – but they’ll never share what the club does. Sharing the club’s activities is forbidden.”

“I see.” After quick consideration, I shrugged. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“That’s what everyone thinks until their Ol’ Man comes home covered in someone else’s blood, or with a bullet lodged in his shoulder.”

“Not that this is headed there,” I said mockingly. “But if I was in a relationship with a biker similar to the type you’re describing, and he showed up covered in blood, I’d naturally be concerned. As far as questions went, if asking was off-limits, I wouldn’t ask,” I assured him. “I guess that’d be part of my commitment to him.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” One eyebrow raised. “If I’m ever looking to venture into the relationship world, that is.”

“For now, let’s just keep it simple,” I said.

He nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

“If you want company, let me know,” I said. “If I’m free, we’ll see what happens.”

He gestured toward the kitchen with his eyes. “What about that meal? How’s a guy go about getting another one of those?”

“All he’s got to do is ask.”

“Don’t be surprised if that request comes sooner than later,” he said with a smile.

Five minutes earlier, I sucked his dick like we were auditioning for the porn Olympics. He could tell himself whatever he wanted to, but when he returned next, it wouldn’t be for the meal.

For the time being, I owned him.

He simply wasn’t willing to admit it.

At least not yet.