by Jamie Begley
“I’ll wear the one you picked out next time.” She rubbed her back against his chest like a cat seeking affection.
“I’ll make sure you keep that promise.” He dropped his hands, stepping away, then giving her a pat on her ass.
“You’re leaving? I thought we could get the party started?”
“I can’t. I need to shower and get changed. I invited Killyama to the party tonight.”
Sasha gave him a friendly grin. “You going to leave your door open?”
“Not tonight. I want her to get used to us before I invite others to watch.”
“Scaredy cat. Stori says she’s fierce.”
“I’m not scared; just cautious.”
“Well, if you decide to let anyone join in, let me know. I’m up to the challenge. I miss being with you.”
“You’re going to have your hands full tonight without wondering what’s going on in my bedroom.”
“You never know. She might be into it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. See you later.” Train left, hurrying to get his shower before Killyama arrived.
He had been undecided about her coming. But if he had any chance of convincing her to join The Last Riders, he had to let her see the parties. He hoped the night went well. Otherwise, it was going to be a hell storm of massive proportions.
He took a quick shower and dressed with his eyes on his watch. He didn’t want her to show up without him downstairs. The Friday night parties started anytime anyone wanted to fuck. With the hard week they had, they would be ready to blow off some steam soon.
Train was coming down the stairs when Killyama texted she was there. Opening the front door, he went outside to stand on the porch and wait for her.
He had to hang on to the balustrade when he saw her coming up the steps. The white jean top she wore was made to look like a bikini top that cupped her breasts lovingly. The material ended under her breasts, forming into fringes that gave him a glimpse of her waist. The fringes tapered to the hollow of her belly, which was exposed by her low-slung jeans that were so washed out they appeared almost white. There were so many holes, his eyes kept dipping to see the golden tan revealed through the frayed openings.
“Woman, I was already hard thinking about tonight. Now I could come just seeing you in that outfit.”
“Slow your roll, lover. We need to get a few things straight before we go inside.”
“Like what?”
“I know how this train ride goes. I’m telling you now, I’m not watching you fuck another woman.”
Train tried to douse the raging fire in his dick as he got himself back under control. Leave it to Killyama to put the brakes on before the party started.
“I told you, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll leave the party and go upstairs to my room whenever it gets too much for you.”
“Dude, as long I don’t have to watch you fuck another woman, I can handle pretty much anything.”
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 resti
ng 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?”
She didn’t answer.
“Just ask.”
“Okay. That you will trust me no matter what.”
Trust didn’t come easy for him. He never trusted anyone, except the brothers. However, she was out of her comfort zone, and she was trusting him with her body, so the least he could do was trust her. Within reason.
“I don’t trust anyone like that.”
“Not even The Last Riders?”
“Except for The Last Riders,” Train clarified.
“And I’m not a Last Rider; is that what you’re saying?”
“Not yet.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
Train shook his head with a grin. “Not when I care about something.”
“Do you care about me?”
Train held her stare, not letting her look away. “Yes.”
Her body became limp as she twined her arms around his neck. “Do me a favor?”
“You need something to eat or drink?”
“No.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when she licked a path from his neck to his ear.
“I need more action and less talking.”
10
Killyama allowed herself to become more comfortable. She wanted to switch the conversation from anything that concerned their emotions. Unsaid emotions couldn’t come back to haunt you. When they weren’t together anymore, she would eventually get over not having the sex, but feelings always came back to bite you in the ass.
He thought she was being shy, attending her first Last Rider party. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it all before in the backseat of her car.
All the bitches were jealous. They had all wanted to come. Cade had put his foot down, though. Sex Piston had kept mumbling that Stud would divorce her if she ditched his race to go to a Last Rider party, and she had told Crazy Bitch she wasn’t going without her.
She let Train take over the kiss, knowing men liked that shit.
Killyama lifted one eyelash to see Ember had simply raised her short dress to her hips, sinking down on a condom-covered cock that Crash had readied.
“Holy Moses!” she said to herself, but Train had lifted his mouth from hers at the exclamation.
She hadn’t seen that in the backseat of her car. She would have bitch-slapped any of her friends who showed that fancy shave job to their current dickheads.
Killyama had never been brave enough to go completely bare for three reasons. Number one: it hurt like a mother to have a complete waxing. Second: she preferred the runway effect—it gave the dickheads somewhere to aim for. The final and most important reason: it seriously hurt like a mother.
She might have to reconsider. She didn’t want to be compared to Uncle Fester’s Thing when Train went down on her. A girl had to do what a girl had to do to keep her man happy. However, he had to pass the final test before she decided to keep him, and she was willing to bet the last dollar sitting in her wallet that he would fail. She had never wanted a man to prove her wrong so badly.
The scary part was she was falling in love with him, and she knew he didn’t feel the same. He didn’t tremble when she touched him, nor did he worry about her when she wasn’t there. When she had gotten shot, he had only come to the hospital with Lucky. She had even accepted that he would fuck around on her, which truthfully had never been a deal breaker with her.
Men could be faithful to a job, to their friends. Hell, they would even be loyal to their dog before they were faithful to their wives. That was why she had sworn never to get married.
She wiggled on Train’s lap when he squeezed her thigh before going back to her crotch. He took it as an invitation when, in reality, she couldn’t decide if she was into it or not. It was kind of distracting to see a woman get fucked a few feet away from where she was sitting. Therefore, she tried to focus on Train instead, but it was hard with the music blaring and the woman screaming, “Fuck me harder!”
She buried her head in his shoulder. “If I ever scream that loud, tape my mouth shut.”
Train gave a low growl. “It doesn’t bother me. I think it’s hot to know a woman is enjoying what I’m doing.”
“I don’t think it’s hot. I think it’s called self-control.”
“Don’t you ever just loosen up?”
“No.”
“Try. You might enjoy it.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“You don’t have to take my word for it. I can show you.” He sprawled lower in the chair.
His hard body was always a source of temptation to her. Adding to that, his dark eyes turned slumberous, sending a tingle up her back. The possessive way he looked at her instantly made her wary to what he would do next.
He slid down one tiny strap that held her top up, lifting her up slightly to use his mouth to loosen the material and expose a nipple to his seeking lips.
Killyama wasn’t thrilled about letting the club see her. Her fingers went to his hair, intending to pull him away, yet she somehow lost the will when his teeth bit down on the tender nipple.
She promised herself she would stop him in a minute. Then another one passed, and she found herself saying another. When he moved to her other breast, she almost jumped off his lap, but Train forestalled her, pinching the sensitive nipple he had been torturing and holding her in place as he licked her other nipple
“That’s not fair,” she gasped.
“I don’t play fair.”
She couldn’t move, pinned like an unwilling captive. She was beginning to understand the draw of The Last Riders. They had the uncanny ability to make the women comfortable in their sexuality. They let the women know nothing was off limits. Hell, it was encouraged.
Killyama tried in vain to drag herself to solid ground again. She rose up, gasping out, which only drove her
nipple deeper into his suckling mouth.
Staring down at Train with his mouth on her flesh, she let go of his hair to put her hands on his shoulder. She didn’t know if she was trying to get away or give him more. He made up her mind for her, arching his hips so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her butt. Wiggling, she tried to ease the ache that had her growing wet, when the snap of her jeans was released.
As she put her hand over his to stop him, she became distracted as Ember and Crash came. She was so hot she felt as if steam was coming out of her jeans.
Train let her hand remain still as she got herself under control, making no effort to continue the heavy petting. Then, when Ember moved away and Crash went upstairs, she forgot all about the others in the room. No one could really see them, not unless they were standing at the bar, and most of them were dancing and playing pool.
Train slipped out of her grasp, and she let him slide his hand down the front of her jeans until he covered her pussy. She locked her thighs together, not to keep him away, but to increase the pressure. Then he stopped, pulling his hand back. She thought he would stop altogether. Instead, he lifted one of her legs over the arm of the chair then put his hand back on her pussy.
His shoulders blocked anyone from being able to watch as he pressed down on her, making circling motions that took all her willpower away. She wanted to stretch out her legs, but he controlled her movements, using his biceps to pin her. Killyama felt as if she were on a rack, breathlessly waiting for him to put her out of her torment.
Train then lifted his lips from her red, sensitive nipple, trailing kisses to the curve of her breast where he sucked hard at a tiny bit of her skin. It sent a jolt straight to her pussy.
“Let’s go to your room …” she pleaded, unable to take his teasing any longer.
“Why? There isn’t anything there that I can’t do right here.”
“I’m not going to let you fuck me here.”
“We have all night to fuck.”
“If you’re not going to put me out of misery, then why are we fooling around?”
“Anticipation.”
“You’re so fucking funny.” Her frustration had her snapping at him. “Hammer said you didn’t have a sense of humor. Now I believe him.”