Train's Clash (The Last Riders Book 9)

  As soon as Hammer’s name came out of her mouth, she wanted to slap herself.

  Train’s lips curled up in a grin. “I never joked around with Hammer. We’re usually too busy trying to get our ass out of Dodge.”

  Killyama narrowed her eyes on Train’s unsurprised face. “How long have you known?”

  “That you know Hammer and Jonas?”

  She nodded abruptly.

  “A while.”

  “Why didn’t you say something? To me or to them? Hammer and Jonas have been running around Jamestown, trying to avoid you seeing them.”

  That fact caught his attention.

  “Why wouldn’t they want me to know?”

  Thinking fast, she tried to regain her composure. “I guess they didn’t want you to know they worked with a woman.”

  Train stared at her skeptically.

  “You know how He-Man he is …”

  “I can’t say I’ve seen that side of him … or Jonas.”

  “Well, he is. They both are.”

  “I assumed he was your father.”

  “Hell to the fucking no.” Lowering her lashes, she raised his mouth to hers.

  “Do you know that you only kiss me when you try to change the subject?”

  “I do?” She sighed. “Look, he’s not my father. He’s been in my life ever since I was a kid, and so has Jonas. They kind of became surrogate fathers.”

  “Your father didn’t care that they took his place?”

  “My father is dead.”

  “I’m sorry, Killy.”

  “I’d rather go back to making out than talking about it.”

  “I can do that.”

  He had continued rubbing her as they talked, not letting the desire inside of her die. Now she rode his hand harder as he finally gave her his mouth. Thrusting her tongue inside, she tasted heaven as she tried to clamp her legs together again.

  “I’m not going to come,” she whispered against his mouth.

  “Who you telling? Me or yourself?” Train murmured back.

  Her body was stretched over his. There was no lying about it, even though she wanted to.

  “Both of us.”

  She brushed her hair out of her eyes. If he kept teasing her, she would be the one everyone was watching. He thought he could make her lose control and lay the foundation for more sexual experiences until she became as blasé as the other women in the room. Remembering the blowjob she had given him, she knew how she could get him to do what she wanted instead.

  She deliberately wiggled her ass again. “You’re so hard.” She lowered her voice to a sensuous tone. Then, clamping her teeth on his lower lip, she nibbled it like a piece of candy. “You’re so strong.” She ran her hand over his bicep, feeling it flex under her fingertips. “Mmm … Rub me harder. Ooo, that feels so good, lover. You make me so horny. I could just eat—”

  Train stood up so fast that Killyama almost fell to the floor. She hid her smile as he rushed her toward the steps.

  “Killyama, have you had time to ask Sex Piston when …?” Beth started to ask as they passed her and Razer.

  “She’ll talk to her later,” Train threw the comment over his shoulder as he kept walking, tugging her alongside him.

  She laughed as they climbed the stairs. “That was a little rude.”

  He kept walking.

  Yanking his bedroom door open, he pushed her inside, and then pressed her back to the closed door. “I didn’t think you would want me fucking you in front of Beth. If she hadn’t been in there, my dick would have taken what you were begging to give me.”

  “Dream on, lover. We gonna talk about it to death, or are we gonna do it?”

  “Oh, we’re gonna do it.” Train tugged off her jeans, somehow leaving her stripper heels on. He slid a condom on, and then lifted her legs over his forearms as he raised her high up against the door. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to think that door is tattooed on your ass.”

  “Do it!” she whimpered, goading him on.

  He positioned his dick at the opening of her pussy. With a lunge, he then buried himself halfway inside of her.

  “God, that feels so good. Give it all to me.”

  Train lifted her legs higher over his biceps then wrapped his forearms over her legs, flattening her tits with his hands. Using her to brace himself, he drove his dick so high that she came instantly.

  “Faster!” She wanted to ride out her orgasm as he fucked her.

  She bucked against him as he fucked her steadily, his hair clinging to the sides of his face, obscuring her from seeing him. Gently, she reached out to brush it away.

  “You’re so tight … I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”

  “I’m not Humpty Dumpty; I don’t break.” She moaned. “Like that, lover. That’s the way I want your cock … Deep and fast …”

  She met each of his thrusts with one of her own. When he stiffened, he took her hands, lifting them over her head and locking them in place as he ground out his climax in her spasming pussy, giving her the weight of his body when he finally stopped moving.

  “You’re a dangerous woman.”

  She rubbed her cheek against his. “You going to let me down or keep me here all night?”

  “Give me a minute. I’m trying to decide. I kind of like where you are, but I have plans for the bed and the shower.”

  “Can you let me use the bathroom first?”

  “Do I have to?”

  “Yes.”

  “Damn.” He let her down, releasing her hands. “Hurry back.”

  “Dude, you won’t have time to miss me.” She started to open the door when she realized all she had on was her heels while her top was bunched around her waist.

  Killyama pulled off her top then grabbed the one Train had taken out of a drawer. She started to take her heels off, too, when …

  “Don’t. I like fucking you with them on.”

  “Pervert.” She grinned, going out the door and leaving Train’s partially open.

  In the bathroom, she did her business and washed off. When she came out, she came to a stop. In the bedroom across from Train’s, there was a woman she hadn’t seen around the club before. Rider was naked on the bed, and he was pulling her down on top of him. Crash was taking his jeans off when he looked up, seeing her staring at them.

  “Want to join?”

  Her mouth dropped open. The woman was going to do both men?

  “No, thanks.” She turned, nearly bumping into a grinning Train.

  She slammed the door shut when he started laughing.

  “She is going to fuck them both, and he thought he could fuck me, too?” she stormed, tearing off Train’s shirt.

  “Crash could fuck five women and have enough left over to give you.”

  She had imagined Train doing other women every night they weren’t together, but she hadn’t even thought that he would do two or more a night. Or a day. The sobering fact had her wanting to get dressed.

  She picked up her clothes, going to the side of the bed as if she were going to lie down. “Who was the chick? I’ve never seen her before.”

  “That’s Sasha. She became a member before Aisha was born.”

  “Did you give her your vote?”

  “Beth told you about the votes?”

  “Yes. And before you say anything, we won’t say anything.”

  “Yes, I gave her my vote.” Train held her stare, waiting for her reaction.

  Killyama didn’t react. She simply looked down at her clothes.

  Sex meant nothing to him. It was about quantity to The Last Riders, not quality. She wouldn’t even be second best to Train. She would be third, or fourth, or fifth. Hell, he probably couldn’t remember which women he fucked the day before, much less the day before that.

  She looked up, surprising him. “Why are you staring at me that way? Afraid I’m going to freak out on you?”

  “It crossed my mind.”

  She tossed her clothes down then la
nguidly stretched out on his bed. “Who has more stamina, you or Crash?”

  She could tell he was debating on whether to tell her the truth or not. Like all men, his pride won out.

  “Me.”

  “Prove it.”

  Train gave a relieved breath, lying down next to her and running a hand over her breasts. “I told you, you’re a dangerous woman.”

  She raised herself over him, her nipples brushing his chest as she slipped between his thighs. Killyama brought her mouth to his cock, sucking the head inside before letting it pop out so she could lick the stem to his balls. She teased and tormented him the way he had done her downstairs, refusing to let him come, even when he broke into a cold sweat. She used her thumb every time she felt him almost climaxing, stopping it just short. It wasn’t her yells that filled the bedroom when she finally let him come.

  She didn’t let him rest for long before she started in on him again, stroking him to his full-length. She made him prove his claim over and over again, not letting him fall asleep until the sun started rising outside his window.

  “Go to sleep, lover.” Killyama spoke softly as his breathing deepened.

  She lay there, resting her head on her hand as she stared down at him, memorizing his face. With a tender hand, she traced his chiseled jaw, his stubborn chin, smoothing the tired shadows under his lashes. Then, brushing a soft kiss to his lips, she slid away, putting on her clothes.

  She stood looking down at him, wanting to get back in bed. Instead, she tenderly covered him with a blanket before going to the door.

  With her hand on the doorknob, she paused, then quietly opened and closed the door, leaving the man she loved behind.

  11

  “You sure you want to do this?” Hammer asked as she was about to knock on the door.

  Not pausing her knocking on the sturdy door, Killyama responded, “I’m sure.”

  She straightened her shoulders when she heard the door opening. Rider’s face filled with shock when he saw her standing on the porch. Then his eyes went to Hammer and Jonas standing behind her.

  “I want to talk to Viper,” she declared.

  “Come in. I’ll get him. He’s in the kitchen.”

  Killyama nodded, walking into the clubhouse she had left three hours before. She went into the large living room where all traces of the night before were gone while Hammer and Jonas stared around the club with interest.

  “It doesn’t look this big from the road,” Jonas muttered under his breath as they flanked her.

  Viper came out of the kitchen with Shade a minute later, not showing his surprise as Rider had, but his eyes were wary.

  Shade and Rider followed their president’s lead as he came to stand in front of them.

  “Morning, Killyama. Hammer, Jonas, it’s been a while since I’ve seen both of you.”

  The men shook hands as Killyama heard doors opening from upstairs. She wondered sardonically which of the men had alerted the others above to come downstairs.

  “Viper, Shade, it’s good to see you, too.” Hammer took his hand back.

  Killyama raised an eyebrow at Hammer’s diffident tone. Then she got the men back on the track she wanted.

  “If we’re all done shooting the shit, I want to talk to you.”

  Train hurried down the steps, while Moon and Crash stayed at the top, looking over the banister. Ten to one, they were told to protect the women still sleeping.

  “Go ahead. We’re all brothers here.”

  She shrugged. “Fine. I’m here to call in the favor you owe me.”

  Viper narrowed his eyes. “I was wondering when you were going to call it in.”

  “Today’s the day.” She could see the men didn’t find her wisecrack humorous.

  “What do you want?”

  Killyama met Train’s eyes as he moved behind Viper. Fury glowed in them as they waited for her answer.

  “Sasha. She has a warrant out for her arrest in Ohio. We’re here to take her back.”

  “Sasha isn’t going—” Train tried to take a step forward, but Viper held out his arm, stopping him.

  “You owe me, Viper. I didn’t ask for anything when I saved Winter’s ass. You made the offer. Now I’m calling it in. I want Sasha. It’s not a hard decision to make; you’re either going to keep your favor or not. I’m actually doing you a biggie. I could have called the State Police and told them where she was.”

  “But you wouldn’t collect the bounty for that, would you?” Viper’s expression turned harsh.

  “Well, there is that.” She shrugged. “Kentucky has been a pesky problem for me. The state doesn’t allow bounty hunters to make arrests. They have to go to the courthouse, and a judge orders the sheriff to make it. But I’m sure you all knew that, with Knox being on your payroll. Him and Diamond have been able to keep her from being re-arrested.” She grinned, trying once again at humor she didn’t feel. “I have to hand it to you guys; you managed to keep Sasha hidden in Ohio before stashing her where no one could get to her.”

  “Ohio doesn’t have bounty hunters, either, so why do you care? Did Kane pay…?”

  She tsked Viper. “Crash fucked up. You should consider hiring Jonas when you’re having someone investigated. I may be a licensed bounty hunter in Tennessee, but in Ohio, I’m a licensed surety bond agent. It’s amazing what you can accomplish on the internet, like earning a Criminal Justice degree and applying to different states for licenses.”

  Viper’s lips tightened as he looked up at Moon. “Get Sasha.”

  The man nodded then gave her a thunderous glower before he disappeared from sight.

  “She is facing a hung jury. Her ex-boyfriend fabricated the charges. She didn’t steal any jewelry from Kane—”

  “That’s not for us to decide; it’s the court’s decision.”

  “Diamond is working on her case—”

  “I would have gotten a lawyer in Ohio, one who knows how the good ol’ boy system works there. But that’s just me.”

  Sex Piston was going to be furious when she heard that she had insulted her sister’s skills.

  “What’s going on?” Sasha asked. The female Last Rider came down the steps, apprehensively moving toward the men.

  Train and Rider moved closer to her in a protective gesture, and Sasha immediately put her trembling hand into Rider’s. She wanted to rip off the arm Train placed around her shoulders.

  Moon must have told her to get dressed because she was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Even without makeup and casual clothes, Sasha was an attractive woman. It had taken Killyama two hours to get dressed for the party last night, and that was with Sex Piston doing her hair and makeup. Still, she didn’t look half as good as Sasha looked this morning right after getting out of bed.

  Killyama assumed a cheerful smile as she continued to annihilate the men. “I’m here to take you back to Ohio. You missed your trial date, and your bond has been revoked.”

  “I don’t want to go! Viper …”

  Viper moved his condemning gaze away from her to look at Sasha in sympathy. “You have to go with her.”

  “But—”

  “Listen to me. I’ll get you out as soon as I can. I promise.”

  Sasha started crying as Killyama stepped forward to take Sasha’s arm, but Rider and Train didn’t release their hold on her. Killyama didn’t back away, either.

  “Viper, are we going to have a problem here?”

  “Train, Rider, let her go.” Viper ordered.

  When they angrily stepped away, Killyama took Sasha’s shaking arm, dodging the impassive look Shade gave her. He was the only one guarding his expression as she led her fugitive toward the door where Viper opened it for them, yet forced Killyama to stop when he didn’t move.

  “I’m letting you take her because The Last Riders keep their word. We’re even now. I don’t want to see you in this clubhouse ever again. You got me?”

  She refused to show how his words had deeply affected her. “No reason to come back.
I got what I came for. I’ll get paid for taking Sasha back to Ohio, and sex with Train was just an added bonus.”

  Train had moved so she would have to brush past him when she went out the door. And when she did, he flinched as if she had contaminated him.

  “You fucking bitch. You had this planned all along, didn’t you?”

  “Nothing gets past you, does it, lover?” Mockery might not have been the best choice when a man had been betrayed, but she never did anything half-assed.

  Train sprung toward her, but Shade caught him around his waist, pulling him back before Hammer or Jonas could.

  “Cool it. We’ll get Sasha back.”

  “Yes, we will,” Train snarled. “Don’t worry, Sasha; I’ll keep your spot in my bed warm until you get back.”

  His hate-filled tone had been directed toward her, and it struck like a hot poker to the heart. She made sure not to look around as she went out the door, afraid one of the intuitive men would see the hurt she tried to hide.

  Knowing the club watched as they loaded Sasha into their vehicle, Killyama climbed into the backseat, sitting next to Sasha and never looking back at the clubhouse.

  As Hammer pulled out of the parking lot, the only sound that could be heard was the cries of the woman sitting next to her.

  “Quit crying,” she snapped. “It’s not like you’re going to the electric chair. You stole a couple of necklaces; you didn’t kill the fucker.”

  “I didn’t steal anything,” she sobbed out. “Kane gave me one necklace, not two. He lied about that and the rest of the jewelry he claimed I stole.”

  “Listen, I don’t care if you’re guilty or innocent. I leave that to twelve people to decide.”

  “They are going to lock me away for years. I’m innocent, and you don’t care?” She sniffed her tears back.

  “Nope.” She turned to stare out the back window, expecting to see some of The Last Riders following. So far, the road behind them was empty.

  “What kind of person are you?”

  Killyama shot her a glare. “One who works hard for her money.”

  “Are you saying I don’t?”

  “Bitch, what do I have to do to get it through your thick head that I do not care about anything to do with you? Not the charges brought against you, nor anything else concerning you, except the check I will get for bringing you to Ohio.”