Train's Clash
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“The women members are no competition, baby. They aren’t even in the same league. And the other wives … yes, they have a piece of me, the piece I want them to have. I messed with Rachel, and it felt good, but I don’t get anything from her anymore. Babe, it wasn’t a regular thing.”
“Even if it was once, it’s too much! You messed around with a married woman.”
“Yes, I did. But both of their husbands were there. All of The Last Riders like to share to some extent. It can be some of the best sex imaginable. But if you don’t want to, we won’t. That’s not my rule breaker; it’s yours. And I already told you no other women, and that means the women member and the wives.
“Cash and Viper, they don’t expect me to fuck their wives because I’m their replacement. They shared their women with me so it will make them more comfortable around me if something happens to them. If I was in a relationship, that wouldn’t have been part of the deal. For sure, I have every intention of being faithful to the woman I care about, and that is you.”
She dropped her hands limply to her side. “So, Winter and Rachel are the only two you’ve accepted responsibility for?”
“Yes. And Rider is responsible for Beth, Willa, and now you.”
“I’m everybody’s favorite.”
Killyama turned her head on the mattress to see Rider lying sideways on the bottom of the bed. The chameleon was back, showing her the easygoing man the women were used to seeing.
“I can’t believe they fell for your bullshit.” She had also fallen for it the first couple of times she had been around him. She would have continued to do so, too, if not for Hammer and Jonas’s warnings.
“They did.” He obviously had no conscience or remorse in attaining the trust the women had given to him.
She turned back to Train, unsettled by Rider’s unblinking gaze. “Is it too late for me to choose Shade?”
“After tonight, I’d say yes. But I’ll ask him tomorrow.”
“Wait until morning to make up your mind. You might change it after tonight,” Rider suggested amicably.
One minute she was dealing with Jack the Ripper, and the next, she was staring at Ryan Gosling. The fucker should have gone into acting instead of wasting his skills on a clubhouse filled with women. He could have had thousands at his beck and call.
Killyama felt Train unbuckling her corset. “You look like you could use a breather.”
She looked at his face as he spread her top, baring the upper half of her body. Then he massaged the red lines caused by the corset.
“Just so there’s no misunderstanding; I’m not letting Rider touch me.”
“I’m content to watch. Just pretend I’m not here, babe.”
That would be an impossibility. In fact, she didn’t know why she wasn’t demanding he leave. She had never had sex in front of anyone before, though she certainly wasn’t shy about her body.
Train’s cock on her belly made her wiggle underneath him.
“Rider, make yourself useful.” Train’s hair provided a shield for her face as he kissed her.
The mattress bounced as Rider must have gotten up. Then she felt the tight leather of her pants slide down her legs as she sucked Train’s tongue into her mouth.
“Let me know if you need anything else.” Rider’s voice was filled with tension as she felt the mattress bounce again.
Train raised his leg so he could lie by her side. He broke the passionate kiss to smooth a hand down her belly, sliding between her thighs. Lifting the leg closest to him, he raised it to his side, then brought his hand to her hip, turning her so she was facing Rider at the bottom of the bed.
She closed her eyes as she heard him putting on a condom. Then, unable to stop herself, she opened them to watch Rider’s reaction.
There were several inches separating them, but his eyes ate the distance. His gaze traveled down her breasts to her sparse curls where Train slipped his hand between them, not blocking Rider’s view of him playing with her.
She closed her eyes again, almost telling Train to stop. It was too much having Train behind her and Rider in front, although he wasn’t touching her.
When she opened her eyes again, Rider’s gaze was pinned on her pussy, his hand going to his thick cock and sliding over the long length in a slow pace as Train sank a finger into her.
“You’re so wet. I could fuck you now, and my cock would slip right in.” Train slipped his arm under her neck so he could reach her breast, tweaking the nipple as he sank another finger inside of her.
She bit back the moan that tried to slip from her lips.
Rider began pumping his dick faster as Train increased his speed, driving his fingers into her. His lust-filled gaze fueled the tendrils of need in her as if Train wasn’t using his fingers but Rider’s cock. It was the most erotic experience of her life, knowing Rider could see but not touch.
Train maintained his masterful control over her body as if he were the only one who could give her the climax she was silently screaming she needed.
“Train …” His name was the closest she could bring herself to beg.
He didn’t make her. Moving closer to her, his wet hand came to her waist as he tried to fit his hard cock into her tight opening. He had to shift his position before he could easily thrust into her.
Train buried his face in her hair. “She’s so fucking tight.”
“How tight?” Rider asked on a groan, continuing to slide his hand up and down his dick as Train moved in and out of her.
Shuddering, she turned her head and sunk her teeth into Train’s arm.
She saw Rider inching closer. She was so close to coming. If he spoiled her orgasm by touching her when she was defenseless, she would split his lip.
Unexpectedly, he took her hand in his, holding it tightly as she came, stroking his thumb over her knuckles as Train continued to thrust into her from behind.
Droplets of sweat slipped down between her breasts as Rider raised her hand so her fingers could capture them before lifting her fingers to his mouth. He sucked on one finger, his tongue twirling over it.
“You taste so good,” he murmured as Killyama let him slip another finger inside.
Train bucked against her, driving her into the mattress and forcing Rider to release her fingers.
“Fuck me back, Killy. Let Rider watch you come. Show him how your little cunt is stretched tight around my cock and how he’ll never know how fucking unbelievable it feels.”
She shoved her ass back into Train’s hips, following his commands. Her muscles tightened then shook as her climax drove him higher until he came with her.
Self-consciously, she watched as Rider came, too, gliding his hand over his cock when his dick grew even longer as he moved to his back and let his climax play out on his waist.
Killyama burrowed her face in the messed up bedspread, but Train flipped her over so she was staring up at him. Unable to bear his steady gaze, she buried her face in his shoulder.
“Since when do you get shy?” he teased.
She was trying to come up with a smart-ass reply when she heard a pounding on the bedroom door.
“Bitch, you have five seconds before I’m coming in!” Sex Piston threatened from the other side of the door.
“Please tell me you locked the door,” Killyama whispered, horrorstricken.