Train's Clash (The Last Riders Book 9) (17 page)

Only one brother was smart enough to help him out of this dilemma … Shade.

“I’m going to take your advice. Later, Stud.”

Stud waved back as he got in the front of the truck.

Train waved politely at Sex Piston, seeing her raise up her finger in a fuck-you gesture as he turned away.

Rider was waiting when he slid in the front seat of the truck. He had to shove the large pile of T-shirts over so he could get in.

“How much did you spend?”

Rider put the truck in gear, heading home. “Two hundred.”

“You spent two hundred dollars just to piss off Shade?”

“Yep.” Rider grinned unrepentantly. “Making him mad is worth any amount of money.”

“I’ll remind you of that when I’m covering your casket with dirt.”

“Shade won’t kill me. He might want to, but he won’t. It’ll hurt Lily too much.”

“Brother, a woman is going to bring you down to earth, and when she does, you’re going to hit hard.”

“That woman doesn’t exist,” he stated cockily. “You need me to give you some lessons? I didn’t see Killyama hanging out with you after the race. Did you at least get a kiss for winning when you went searching for Stud?”

“No, she already left. But Sex Piston made sure to congratulate me when she told me to fuck off.”

“Damn, that must have hurt.” Rider’s cheerful attitude had him wishing he had caught a ride with Shade and the women. “What’s your next move, since that one didn’t work out so hot?”

“I don’t know. Sex Piston told me I had to get past her first.”

“She said that?”

Train nodded. “She came right out and told me I wasn’t getting into her bitch’s panties without her say-so.”

“You going to ask Shade what he would do?”

“I don’t need Shade’s advice.” He would, but he wouldn’t admit it to Rider if his balls were on fire.

“You need more than Shade’s advice; you need a fucking miracle.”

Train looked up to see they were stopped at a red light. Rider was waving at an attractive woman in a sports car who was waving back. Maybe the person he should be asking was sitting right next to him. If Rider knew he wanted his advice, though, he would never hear the end of it.

Trying to be cool, he nonchalantly asked, “What would you do?”

Rider took his eyes off the blonde, who looked like she was ready to jump out of her car and into their truck, and looked at him. “What would
I
do?” he asked in shock.

Flushing, Train clenched his jaw. “Yes, how would you make Sex Piston like you?”

The light turned green. “Give me a minute to think.” Rider’s face turned thoughtful.

He should have just kept his big mouth shut until he could talk to Shade.

“I know.” Rider snapped his fingers.

“What is it?” Train asked when Rider didn’t tell him right away.

“What’s in it for me? I did my good deed for the day when I loaned you my bike.”

Train sighed. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

Train did. Rider was curious about how Killyama was in bed. He had repeatedly asked what she had done to him the night she had spent in the clubhouse to make him yell out. Train had never answered his questions. Now Rider wanted to watch when Train had sex with her.

“I’ll tell you what. You help me figure out how to get past Sex Piston, and if Killyama ever lets me invite anyone to watch, you have first dibs.”

Rider shrugged. “I can live with that.”

“So…?” If the brother didn’t wipe that expression off his face, Train was going to deck him when the truck came to a stop. The randy bastard was anticipating more than just watching. He was going to be shit out of luck, unless Killyama was on board.

He listened to Rider’s plan for the rest of the ride back to the clubhouse. Then, when he pulled into the parking lot, Train could only stare at him.

“Viper will never go for it,” was all Train could say.

“Convincing Viper is up to you. I’m only telling you what I would do.”

“It’ll never work.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask. If he won’t do it, ask Winter to try to persuade him.”

“I stand a better chance asking Stud if I can adopt one of his kids. I’ll try it on my own. If not, then I’ll ask Viper.”

They got out of the truck to unload Rider’s bike.

“I don’t envy you. I don’t know what’s worse: Sex Piston liking you or hating your guts.”

“I’ll just be happy if she doesn’t try to poison my beer when I’m not looking.”

“I take it you’re going to take up Stud’s offer of a beer sooner than he expected?”

Train nodded. “As soon I get cleaned up.”

“I’ve got this. Go ahead,” Rider offered when they unloaded the bike.

“You sure? I was going to wash it for you.”

“I’ll do it.” Rider was meticulous in caring for his bikes, and he hardly offered to loan them out.

“Thanks, brother.”

“I’d say any time, but I would be lying,” Rider joked as he pushed the motorcycle through the back entrance of the factory where he kept his collection under lock and key.

Train took the steps two at a time. Killyama or Sex Piston might not be at the Destructors’ clubhouse when he showed, but he would use the opportunity to become more at ease with the men in the club. So far, he had only gotten to know Stud and talked a time or two with Cade. If he was going to make a relationship with Killyama work, he needed to get used to hanging out with all of them. If they were as close-knit as The Last Riders, Sex Piston wasn’t going to be his only challenge.

He heard everyone in the kitchen when he came through the front door. The living room was empty. From the aroma, The Last Riders were settling down to dinner. He wanted to join them, but he continued up the steps.

When he had tried to talk Killyama into joining the club, he had expected her to make the sacrifice of giving up a club she loved for him. Staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, he thought, if they couldn’t come up with a compromise, he could be the one choosing another club to make someone else happy.

Shaking the depressing thought off, he decided not to worry about it yet. He needed to catch the woman first, and if he didn’t bring Sex Piston around, the only thing he was going to be worried about was picking which plot in the cemetery he wanted to be buried in.

“
Y
ou want
Stud to make him leave?” Sex Piston poured a shot of tequila into her empty glass.

“You need to go easy on that,” Killyama warned. “You have a conference with Meri and Keri’s teacher in the morning.”

“I didn’t forget. The bitch keeps sending me reminder emails.”

“That’s your fault for missing two meetings with her.”

“Because I was working. I told her I couldn’t get off till six.”

“That has nothing to do with it. You don’t want to let Meri and Keri become foreign exchange students.”

“I’ll miss them too much.”

Killyama didn’t doubt she would, but she was also sure the other half of the request was causing a problem, too.

“It might not be bad being a host family.” T.A. winked at Train when she saw him watching Killyama. Then T.A. turned her flirtations toward Calder who was avoiding her attempts by giving his back to the room. “What does a girl have to do to get laid?” T.A. scowled, trying unsuccessfully to entice Rock next.

“Quit talking about their dick,” Killyama reminded her for the umpteenth time. Then she went back to her conversation with Sex Piston. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. You get along great with most kids.”

“These aren’t kids. They’re a pain in the ass, hormone-filled, one shady move away from jail. I have my stepdaughters whipped into shape; why should I take someone else’s sixteen-year-old and start all over? With my luck, they’ll end up in juvie or knocked up. I’ll probably end up with another girl like Sissy or T.A.”

“That’s not it. You’re afraid you’ll get attached and won’t see them anymore when they go back home.” Killyama scooted her chair to the side as she saw Jenna practically licking the head off Train’s beer.

“Anyone else want another beer?” T.A. asked, her ass half on and half off the chair as she started to rise.

“I’ll get everyone a round.” Killyama stood up so fast she nearly knocked down the chair she had been sitting on.

She weaved through the tables and around the pool table to elbow her way between Train and Calder.

Jenna straightened when she saw her staring her down.

“Give me four beers, and try to keep your tits out of them.”

The slut was smart enough not to argue, pouring out four beers while Killyama watched her every move. She didn’t trust her not to spit in them.

“You need some help with those?” Train offered.

“No.” Killyama took two mugs in each hand then turned to go back to the table.

“You want to dance after you take them to the table?”

“My beer will go flat.”

“I can sit with you until you finish it.”

Killyama slammed the beers into Calder’s chest, drenching his T-shirt. “Take those to my table and tell T.A. mine better still be full when I get there.”

Leaving Calder juggling the beers, Killyama grabbed Train’s arm while Stud and Cade watched in amusement. She shoved him toward the door, not releasing him until they stood in the gravel parking lot.

“Dude, I’m trying to be as nice to you as I know how! What does it take to get you to learn I’m not interested?”

“You’re interested. You’re just scared.”

She gaped at him. “You think I’m afraid of you?”

“Not me. I think you are afraid of how good we are together.”

Killyama poked his chest. “You”—she pointed at herself—“and I are not together.”

“We will be.” Train gave her a once over. When he started to say something, she covered his mouth with her hand. Train laughingly pulled his head away. “What did you think I was going to say?”

She tucked her curly hair behind her ear. “You were going to say something nice, and I’m not in the mood to hear it.”

Train took a step forward. Unconsciously, she took a step back, trying not to let him get close to her.

“I was going to tell you those boots look as good as those heels did, and I want to rip that top off of you.” Train’s chest brushed up so close to her that she knew she wouldn’t be able to see Stud’s name if she looked down.

She took another step backward, coming into contact with the front wall of the club.

“Go home, Train. There’s no place for you here.”

“Make room for me, then.” He placed one strong arm on the wall next to her head. “I don’t need much room.” He braced his other arm on the other side of her before sinking his body against hers. “I only need this much room.”

When he tried to kiss her, she turned her face away.

Resting her head against his chest, she clutched fistfuls of his T-shirt, trying to decide if she was going to pull him closer or push him away. Train made the decision for her, burrowing his hands in her hair then lifting her mouth until there wasn’t an escape for her. Claiming her lips, he drove his tongue into her mouth, tilting her head so she had to part her lips wider until her jaw started to ache when she didn’t respond.

“Kiss me back.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Don’t lie to me. Kiss me … please.”

It was the plea that did her in. Hating herself, she responded to him the way she had promised herself she wouldn’t. Then, when the hard ridge of his dick rubbed against her waist, she melted into the wall at her back.

“Let’s go inside …” His throaty murmur had her sliding out from under him.

“No.” If she took him inside, Sex Piston and crew would know she had caved.

She started to open the door, but Train’s arm came around her waist, pulling her back into his chest.

“We could get a motel room, or go to my club. I don’t care where we go.”

Killyama wavered, letting him pull her away from the door, while she half-heartedly tried to struggle free.

“I can’t.” This time when she managed to get loose, she turned to face him. Her rampant heartbeat and the throb in her aching pussy were signs it took only a touch from the man before she reconsidered taking a chance with him.

“Why not?”

Killyama had never let herself be vulnerable, and she didn’t plan to start now. How could she tell him that she wanted to have sex with him again so badly that her body was growing wet just thinking about it? That she already had feelings for him, and she was afraid he was going to break her heart? That if he wanted payback for Sasha and left her hurting to get revenge for The Last Riders, he had already succeeded?

Killyama couldn’t tell him, because she wasn’t able to voice her fears, unlike most women were willing to do. It was useless to stay and continue talking to him.

She pivoted on her heels …

“What if we each picked one make-it-or-break-it rule?”

Killyama turned back, staring at his face in the moonlight. “Are you serious? We tried this before.”

His eyes were unwavering, staring back. “I remember. Deep down, I knew you were lying, but I wanted you in my bed bad enough that I took a chance. I’m willing to take another. Shade says I’m terrible at poker, at gambling, but I’m willing to roll the dice and try again.”

“Why?” Her raspy words brought a tenderness to his gaze that had a lump rising in her throat.

“Because I care about you. I like spending time with you.” He reached out to take her hand, pulling her to him. “You make me laugh.”

“I make you laugh?”

“Yes. That’s important to a man.”

Laughter was good. Laughter was a good and open emotion that men usually didn’t talk about wanting from a woman. They weren’t explicit emotions any woman could make him feel. It was how a part of her affected him that he couldn’t get from any other woman, even from those he had ready access to.

“I’m not saying I’ll think about it, but what would be your rule breaker?”

“That you would never lie to me.”

Killyama licked her lips. “You won’t like my rule.”

“Try me.” His sensual lips curled into a smile that had her wanting to say fuck it. Regardless, she was the one who had to live with herself in the morning.

“No other women. That’s my rule breaker.”

“Would you be able to take my word that I’m not fucking around on you when you’re not there, knowing the women in the club will be giving it to the other brothers?”

“If a man is going to cheat, he is going to cheat, regardless of where he’s at. Stud could cheat anytime he walks through the club doors without Sex Piston, but he doesn’t. Or, if he does, none of us would know. Sex Piston trusts him, and I do, too.”

“Then let’s give it a try.”

He lifted their clasped hands to her breasts, rubbing his knuckles across her nipple.

She gave him a quick half-smile. “I’ll think about it.”

Train laughed, letting her hand drop to her side. “You want to spend the day with me tomorrow, thinking it over?”

“I’m busy tomorrow.”

“Doing what?”

“I need to help my mom with a few chores.”

“I’m off tomorrow. I could help.”

“You sure you want to? I can spring for pizza when we’re done,” she magnanimously offered. “I’ll text you the address.”

Hearing the door open, Killyama turned to see Sex Piston blatantly eavesdropping.

“Your beer is getting warm.”

“I’m coming.” Killyama took the silent hint that her friend wasn’t going to leave her alone with Train. She went through the door that Sex Piston held open, telling Train, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Sex Piston slammed the door on whatever he had said in response.

She almost laughed when she saw Train come back inside the clubhouse seconds later, finding a spot next to Calder.

“Bitch, you need your head examined for even talking to him.” Sex Piston’s hard eyes bore into her.

“I’m not stupid. I took everything he had to say with a grain of salt.” Killyama winced when she took a sip of her beer. It tasted like warm piss. She hated the taste of beer unless it was ice cold and had a shot of tequila to follow it.

“Why give him the opportunity? You’re going to get sucked in—”

“Is that so bad?” Killyama snapped. “Beth and Lily are happy. Willa, Winter, and Rachel seem happy. Why would it be such a stretch of the imagination that Train could make me happy?”

The women seated around her gazed at her in sympathy.

“You think everything he says is bullshit, don’t you?”

T.A. nervously twisted her beer mug by the handle. “Yes, but if you want to go for it, I’m with you.”

Out of all the bitches, T.A. was the most optimistic about men. She would give any man a chance, which was why she had slept with most of the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen. She kept hoping she would find the one man who wouldn’t let her down, in bed and out. So far, her hook-ups had ended in failure.

“I think she should go for it, too. It’s better than her moving away,” Crazy Bitch gave her own two cents, which didn’t make Sex Piston any happier. “You want me to call Fat Louise and see what she thinks?”

“Hell no. I know what Fat Louise would say. She’d tell you to fuck him.” Sex Piston’s lips tightened when boisterous laughter came from the bar. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the men were talking about them. “I’m not going to play the bad guy. You’re going to do what you want to do, regardless of what I say. I don’t want you to move, either, but if he’s why you want to move away from us, then I’d rather you do it now. At least you’d come back when you got over him. I’m worried that, if you did get serious with him and it didn’t last, you’d move away anyway, and after being with him, you wouldn’t ever come back.”

To Sex Piston, it wasn’t a decision between if Train would hurt her but when.

“Or maybe I can spend some time with him and find out I don’t want him. That’s what normal people do.”

T.A. shook her head. “We’re not normal.”

“If you fuck him …” Sex Piston started.

“I’m not going to fuck him.”

The women stared at her in shock.

“I’m not,” Killyama stated. “Yet. Or at least not until I’m sure he can keep his dick to himself.”

T.A.’s eyes widened. “How?”

“It’s not like Beth or Lily won’t tell me.” She shrugged. “I just want to find out if the man can stop banging every tail that comes within sniffing distance, or if he will be content to wait until his balls are blue, if that’s what it takes to get me in his bed.”

“What if Beth and Lily don’t know what’s going on in the clubhouse when they’re not there?” T.A. waved Pike away as he started to approach.

“Do you really think that if Train starts cheating on me, I won’t know? There isn’t a man alive who can pull that wool over my eyes. A man acts differently when he has blue balls than he does when he has a happy dick. If he lies to me about cheating with those hos, you won’t have to worry about me moving to Knoxville; you’ll be visiting me in Danville.” Killyama wasn’t joking, and they knew it.

Danville was where the state penitentiary was.

If Train did manage to pull the wool over her eyes, she would kill the fucker. She might beat the living hell out of the woman, but she would kill Train. The only one who would be doing a happy dance was her when the coroner wheeled his cold dead body out of the clubhouse.

“I’d be sitting in jail with you, and then my kids would be motherless,” Sex Piston said glumly.

“No, they won’t. I’d take care of them for you,” T.A. happily offered without hesitation.

“I bet she’d take care of Stud, too.” Crazy Bitch’s snide aside had Killyama drinking the nasty beer to keep from laughing at Sex Piston’s menacing expression.

“You’d do Stud if I were in prison?”

“It’s not like you’d still be married to him. Stud would divorce you.”

“Bitch, you wanna help me out, then go get Jenna and tell the slut to come here.”

“Why?” T.A. asked innocently, preparing to get out of her chair.

“I want to tell her that you’re out of my crew, and she’s in.”

T.A. sank back down in her chair. “That’s kind of hurtful.”

“And you telling me to my face that you would fuck my man isn’t?” Sex Piston scoffed at T.A.’s hurt expression.

“At least I’d take good care of your kids. You see Jenna doing that?”

“I’ll tell you what. You can have Stud when I’m dead. Okay?”

“All right. You work with all those chemicals; I’ll outlive you.”

“Killyama?”

“Yes?”

“When you move to Knoxville”— Sex Piston stood up angrily, her beer sloshing over the side of the mug as she picked it up—“and you will be moving … take T.A. with you.”