Train's Clash
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He smiled. “That’s some brave words when you don’t know what you’re walking into. I’ve been with The Last Riders for a long time; they still surprise me.”
He opened the door for her. The clubroom was already crowded.
“You hungry?” Train took her hand, leading her toward the kitchen.
“No, but I’ll take a drink.”
He stopped his progression, turning to take Killyama to the bar.
“What can I get you?” He stepped behind the bar, grabbing a cold beer for himself.
“Got any bottled water?”
“We have tequila.”
“I’ll stick to water for now.” Killyama slid onto a stool, turning to study the faces around her.
Train shrugged, giving her the bottled water.
From her choice of profession, he could understand her trust issues. No woman, no matter how much she trusted a man, should ever lower their guards until they grew to know a man better.
“I didn’t expect this many Last Riders to be here.”
He slid onto a stool next to her. “They aren’t all Last Riders. Members can invite anyone they want on Fridays.”
Train didn’t miss the dawning comprehension in her eyes.
“Only on Fridays?”
He nodded. “Unless you’re property, celebrating something, or a new recruit, the clubhouse is closed to anyone else.”
“That’s why you put me off when I wanted to come over the last time?”
“Yes.”
“All you had to do was tell me. It pissed me off.”
“It didn’t show.” In fact, Killyama had sucked his dick as if it was her favorite sucker.
Shifting on his stool, he wanted to unzip his jeans and let her go at it again. The thought of fucking her mouth in front of the crowded room had him gulping down his beer to cool himself off.
She swung around on the stool to face him, one long leg sliding between his. “It’s not as bad as I expected it to be.”
“They’re being on their best behavior.”
“For me?” She shook her head at his nod. “Hell, tell them to have at it. The Destructors make The Last Riders look like kindergarteners.”
“You sure? I’m trusting you, Killyama. You don’t have the best record where the women are concerned.”
“I’ll keep my hands to myself if you do, too.”
It wasn’t exactly a promise to behave, but it was the best he was going to get.
“Moon, turn the music on!” he yelled out.
The brothers stared at him in silence. When he gave a nod, the music blared out from the expensive sound system Crash had installed.
“Sound of Madness” filled the air as Beth and Razer came out of the kitchen. Train saw Killyama’s eyes widen as she took in Beth’s clothes.
“Girl, you look hot.”
Razer’s wife gave her a self-conscious smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
Train kept his eyes on Killyama as the members relaxed their guard.
Moon was dancing behind Jewel, grinding his hips against her ass. His hands were plastered to her naked breasts, the top pulled down to her waist.
Crash and Ember were sitting on a chair, going at it hot and heavy. She was on his lap as he rubbed her pussy through her jeans.
Razer hooked an arm over Beth’s shoulder as he talked to Train about the week they had. Beth then asked Killyama what Sex Piston was doing tonight.
“Stud is racing in Illinois. Crazy Bitch went with her to cheer him on. Fat Louise and Cade promised they would stop by and let her mother see the baby.”
“T.A. didn’t go to the race?”
“No, she had to work late. If they had waited for her, they would have missed Stud’s first race. She called me an hour ago to tell me she was going to bed with a book and a bottle of wine.”
“A whole bottle?”
“You ever seen Stud race?”
“No.”
“It takes a bottle of wine to get over missing that. He’s hell on wheels.”
Beth’s gaze became interested. “Does he win a lot?”
“Every time. No one has beaten him yet.”
Train and Razer stopped talking as Killyama bragged about Stud. Beth was practically fanning herself, and Train didn’t miss the way Killyama’s face became excited. Razer didn’t seem much happier than he was about another man getting discussed in front of them. Train wouldn’t describe what he felt as jealously, but it was close.
“When’s his next race? I could tag along with Sex Piston and give you girls a break.”
Razer and Train’s conversation came to a screeching stop as they stopped pretending not to listen.
“I’ll ask her and text you when I found out.”
“Let’s dance. I like this song.” Razer guided Beth to the back of the room.
“He likes this song? He must be tone deaf,” Killyama said with complete bewilderment.
“I like it, too.”
He slid his leg between hers until his knee was resting against her crotch. “Does watching Stud race get you horny?”
“That’s a leading question. You sure you want the answer?”
He pressed his knee harder against her. “Yes.”
“Talking about Stud racing doesn’t make me horny. What’s tripping my wire is so much closer to me.”
“Right answer.” Train stood up then lifted her from the stool. He saw the overstuffed chair next to Crash and Ember was empty. Heading over, he sat down, pulling her down onto his lap.
He didn’t pay attention to what everyone else was doing, unable to resist touching Killyama for another second.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw you coming up the steps.” He kissed the silky smooth flesh between her breasts.
She brought her hands to his shoulders as she tautened on his lap. “Don’t you want to go upstairs?”
“Later.” He covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue into her mouth before she could say anything else and ruin his mood.
“I was going to get you to show me around the club,” she said when she was able to detach herself.
“You’ve seen most of it when you came over when Penni was here.”
“I was going to say hi to Lily and see how Winter’s doing.”
“They aren’t here.”
His kisses weren’t working. Deciding to go for it, he slid his hand over her flat waistline.
“Why aren’t they here?”
Train lifted his head. “I don’t know. Want me to call and ask?” He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, realizing he failed when she shot him a withering look.
“Excuse me, but I ain’t exactly used to being surrounded by people fucking.”
Her humor drove his irritation away.
“I didn’t take you for being shy.” He glided his hand down to rest between her thighs.
“I’m not going to fuck you in front of everyone to prove I’m not shy.”
“I don’t expect you to. I wanted you to prove to me that being close to me makes you horny.”
“You’re always wanting me to prove shit to you. What about me?”
“What do you want me to prove to you?”