Not sure if I should be insulted or flattered, I mull over the MILF comment while pulling my top a little higher to cover any exposed cleavage.

“Shadow has that effect on a lot of ladies,” Jigsaw whispers to me. “I got a Hefty bag around here somewhere, if you want it.”

Appreciating his attempt to lighten things up, I laugh at the offer. “Thanks.”

Z succeeds in chasing Shadow away and takes his place next to me again.

Murphy joins us. “What’s everyone doing hanging out here?”

“Telling Lilly about our porn studio,” Rooster says helpfully.

Murphy perches on the arm of the couch. “Lucky Lilly.”

Jigsaw leans forward and taps Teller’s knee. “How you feeling, brother?”

“Better.”

Murphy nods at Teller, then leans over to nudge Z. “Since we’re already talking about it, do we have an issue with Stella visiting Sway this much?”

Z glares at him. “No.”

Something about the guys discussing this woman in my presence really seems to irritate Z. I blink and stare down at his hand, absently rubbing my leg. His phone vibrates and he pulls it out, checking the text before sticking it back in his pocket without answering.

The movement reminds me of the girl who kept calling Z when he first moved into my house. The girl I saw him with in the parking lot of Crystal Ball. He said they were over.

Are they?

It hits me that she looked familiar. At the time, I was too jealous to worry about who she was, but now I finally put it together.

“Wait a second. Your ex—”

Z groans. “She’s not my ex.”

Ignoring his attempt to avoid this subject, I press on. “The girl I saw you with is Stella. the porn star, author, and aerial artist? That Stella?” Why didn’t I figure that out sooner?

By the way he glances to the side, I think Z might actually be embarrassed. Sure, dating a porn star is probably a fun story for his biker brothers. A totally different experience to tell your future wife.

Lucky for Z, I’m not like most women. And I definitely see the irony of the situation.

The rest of the brothers stop and stare, waiting, I think, to see if I’m going to blow up.

Uncontrollable laughter bubbles up inside of me instead and I slap my hand over my mouth in an effort to hold it back.

“Why are you laughing?” Z frowns.

When my breathing finally evens out and I think I can talk without bursting into more giggles, I answer, “It makes perfect sense.”

Nope, I’m not done laughing.

His jaw ticks as he waits for me to settle down. “How so?”

“Well,” I say slowly, drawing out the word to mess with him, “You have a porn-sized dick so of course you’d date a porn star.”