Train's Clash (The Last Riders Book 9)

  Killyama grabbed Train by his belt buckle, leading him toward the dance floor. “You’re mine all the time. Remember that.” Slipping her arms around his shoulders, they danced to the music.

  By this point, Moon was holding Ember’s ass as she ground herself on his leg.

  As she relaxed against Train, his cock hardened behind his jeans. He brought his hands to her back, sliding them under her tan and black crop top jacket.

  As he rubbed her back, she pressed against his chest, teasing Train’s cock with her pelvis during their sultry steps. She could see the desire growing in his eyes.

  They tried to outdo the other by using their bodies to torment each other. The sucker thought he could beat her by sliding his thigh between hers, rubbing it against her pussy, which did feel good as the seam of her blue jeans rode her clit with each step.

  Wanting more, she slid her hands under his T-shirt as he turned his head to kiss her. She went from want to need as his tongue traced her lips before dipping inside her mouth.

  Train reached between them, lowering the zipper of her jacket. She didn’t make him stop as he parted the jacket that was still held together by the bottom of the zipper.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moon and Ember had stopped moving, and he had her pinned against the wall with her top down. Moon’s back was to them, and Ember had better things on her mind besides the sight of Killyama’s tits.

  Train flicked one of Killyama’s nipples with his tongue, lowering his lips to take the slight sting away. Her senses were swamped with the desire to fuck him senseless.

  “You want to go upstairs?” Train asked before he took her other nipple between his teeth.

  “In a minute,” she muttered, sinking her fingers into his hair to lift his mouth back to hers. He tasted like a storm that was about sweep through her body. “We should have gone to your room five minutes ago.”

  An arm slid around her waist. With Train’s hands on her breast, she tensed.

  Rider’s desire-thickened voice muttered in her ear, “Just dance. Pretend I’m not here.”

  Feeling Rider’s body at her back and Train’s at her front made her feel surrounded. She was honest enough to admit to herself that it felt exciting, and it wasn’t the first time two men had tried to dance with her at the same time. Usually she would make one step off, but she didn’t tonight.

  Train’s eyes lit on Rider’s hand as it rested on her waistband. Tilting her breasts higher, he clamped his teeth around her nipple.

  Killyama felt the jolt of pleasure like a streak of lightning from her nipple to her clit. If Rider had unsnapped her jeans, it might have led to a spark of insanity, but he didn’t. He did slide his hand into her jeans, cupping her pussy as they danced. He didn’t move his fingers, though, letting their swaying footsteps move them for him.

  Her head dropped to Train’s shoulder. She bit him through his T-shirt, trying to stop herself from moaning.

  “You want me stop?” Rider’s hard voice enticed her to arch her hips backward so she could feel her ass against his dick.

  “No,” she whimpered.

  He slid one finger through her pussy, parting the lips so he could play with her clit as Train switched to her other breast. The loud music and the two men had her feeling as if she were being tossed between storms.

  She felt herself being turned sideways, and then Train lifted her onto the pool table. Rider shoved the pool stick out of the way, his other hand never leaving her pussy, or giving her the opportunity to ride out the storm.

  The storm built when his finger slid inside of her. She grabbed Train’s T-shirt, holding on to keep herself from getting lost. When he reached down to unbuckle his jeans and pull out his cock, she didn’t think; she just reacted immediately to the sight of the thick cock she wanted.

  Train scooted higher so she could reach his cock with her mouth. Letting the head part her lips, she allowed him to dip it into her mouth. Then he pulled back before dipping in again, teasing her like Rider’s fingers were doing.

  When she felt a mouth brush over her shaking belly, she knew it was Rider’s. His tongue investigated the curve of her belly button, playing with her belly piercing. Then she felt his mouth move away before she heard him unzip his jeans.

  She raised her head to see Rider move closer as he finger-fucked her, sliding his cock along her waist. Then Train used her hair to turn her attention back to him as he plunged his dick deeper into her mouth.

  Lightning streaked through her pussy as she arched into Rider’s hand, letting them take control and giving herself over to the two men.

  When she felt Rider’s cock jerking against her belly, the carnality had her reaching down to grab his cock, giving him the relief he needed. Meanwhile, she continued to suck Train’s dick harder as Rider’s fingers gave her a storm-crashing climax.

  “Dammit, I’m coming,” Train moaned, holding her head steady as he angled her so he could reach her throat.

  Killyama let him slip out of her mouth when his head went down to the green felt of the pool table.

  She awkwardly saw Rider had removed his hand from her jeans and had taken off his T-shirt to wipe her belly off.

  “Fuck.” Killyama sat up on the table, zipping her top closed as she looked around. “Thank freaking God. When did Moon and Ember leave?”

  The men shook their heads, unable to answer her question. They also hadn’t made a move to zip themselves back up.

  “Zip your pants up. Anyone could come in here,” she snapped, getting off the table.

  Train gave her a cautious look, as if she was going to rip him to shreds. Rider didn’t look as worried, but he took a few steps away, waiting for her reaction.

  “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I have to meet Hammer at eight.” She started toward the kitchen.

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” Train stared at Rider who didn’t look as if he believed it, either.

  “I’m not a fucking bitch.” She glared at them, seeing they didn’t believe her. “I’m not going to cry over spilt milk.”

  The two men relaxed.

  Going to the door, she punched it open with her fist. “I just get even.”

  38

  One Year Later

  “Open the freaking door, Shade!” Killyama blasted Shade with a heated glare that had no effect on him at all.

  “No. You might as well go back to the bridal room.”

  “I’m just going across the street to get a cup of coffee.” Frustrated, she tried to squeeze past him again. If she didn’t have that ridiculously tight wedding gown on that Sex Piston had talked her into, she would have jammed a knee into his nuts.

  As she huffily turned to go back to the room she had just sneaked out of, Shade said, “The next time you tell them you have to take a piss, tell one of them they better come to watch, or I will.”

  “Asshole, I don’t know what Lily really sees in you … besides those tattoos.” She went into the room that had six angry bridesmaids staring at her furiously.

  “Bitch, have you lost your fu—freaking mind?” Sex Piston waved her bouquet at her, causing flower petals to drop to the floor.

  “I told Train I wanted to postpone this wedding.” Killyama blew a tendril of hair out of her eyes that Sex Piston had taken two hours to style.

  “You told him this morning when you were getting ready to leave for the church,” Lily reminded her.

  “You already cancelled it twice. Look at it as third time’s the charm.” Fat Louise’s chipper voice had her wanting to take off her garter and strangle her.

  “I look at it this way … I said I’d marry him. I didn’t say when.” She clenched her jaw. “He suckered me into doing it. Kept telling me how beautiful I was every time I held one of you bitches babies.”

  The door opened, tempting her to take off on a run. They couldn’t have all the doors covered. Most of the people should be sitting in the pews by now.

  “It’s time for us to take our pl
aces.”

  Her mother’s watery eyes had her sighing. She was going to have to go through with it.

  Her mother took her hand, giving her a tearful glance. “I’ve never been prouder of you, Rae. You look beautiful. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Mama.”

  Her pumping heart started racing as her friends filed out of the room.

  As she went through the doorway, she took a sidelong look at the door Shade was standing in front of. He waved at her.

  Turning the corner, she flipped him off before stopping where the wedding planner had directed her to.

  When Hammer and Jonas each took one of her arms, she blinked back the tears that were brimming in her eyes.

  Hammer didn’t look at her as the planner gave last minute instructions, telling her, “If I could have picked any man in this world for you, Jonas and I both would have picked Train. I served two tours with him and worked with him on countless missions. Train doesn’t know when to quit, and even if he thought it would cost him his life, he wouldn’t leave anyone behind. He’s not your father. Train is the hero you’ve always needed in your life.”

  She squeezed their arms tightly, hearing the wedding march begin to play. “I’ve always had two heroes in my corner.” Reaching up, she kissed Hammer on his cheek. “I love you, Hammer.” Then, turning to Jonas, she kissed him on his cheek, too. “I love you, Jonas.”

  She smiled when they reached into their pockets for their handkerchiefs.

  “Come on; quit be sissies. It’s our turn.”

  Train fidgeted with his tie as he waited for Killyama to come through the church entrance. His fears wouldn’t be at rest until he saw her. Getting her here had taken patience … a lot of patience, and determination, humor, empathy, and love. Not only from him, but from all of The Last Riders. They were his family and had helped convince the woman he loved that he was worthy of risking her heart for.

  When he finally saw her, he watched as Killyama’s hesitation left her face with every step she took to him. Then she stopped at the end of the aisle with Hammer and Jonas by her side.

  “Who gives this woman in matrimony?” Lucky’s clear voice could be heard throughout the packed church.

  “We do,” Hammer and Jonas both answered. Then Hammer turned toward Killyama and lifted her veil before kissing her cheek. Turning, she then let Jonas kiss her other cheek.

  Train held his hand out for them to place her hand in his. Then he shook their hands before turning to Killyama.

  She mumbled something he couldn’t hear as they moved to face Lucky.

  “What did you say?” Train’s heart had stopped beating, panicked that she was going to tell him she couldn’t go through with the wedding.

  “I said,” she whispered slightly louder, “I love you.”

  Epilogue 1

  Killyama swam naked through the water, her focus on the man sitting naked on the boulder near the shore.

  Treading water, she flipped her wet hair back over her shoulders. “Why aren’t you coming back in?”

  “I was just sitting here thinking.”

  “You can’t swim and think at the same time?” she teased.

  Train stared down at her. “Not when I’m thinking about you. You take a man’s whole attention when he’s trying to figure you out.”

  “Tell me. Maybe I can help you.” She leaned her head back in the water to keep her hair from getting frizzy.

  “I was wondering two things.”

  “Damn, don’t you think you should have done this thinking before you married me?” She frowned when she saw his serious face, her heart beating hard. Then she relaxed, knowing Train wasn’t regretting marrying her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have done it in the first place.

  “Why did you want to stay in Treepoint for our honeymoon? It was nice of Rachel and Cash to let us stay in their cabin for a week, but I offered to take you anywhere you wanted to go, even France.”

  “I didn’t need to go anywhere. Everything I want is here.”

  She saw her answer had made him happy when his frown lightened.

  “I thought it was because you didn’t want me to fly us so far.”

  “You thought I was afraid of flying to France with you? I have flown with you before.”

  “Not far, and not where I thought you would want to go.”

  “See what thinking gets you? Come back in the water,” she coaxed.

  “Why didn’t you go in the military? And don’t say your father talked you out of it. I know you wouldn’t let anyone talk you out of what you really want to do.”

  She treaded water closer to the boulder. “Come swim—”

  “Tell me.”

  Her playful attitude dropped. “You’re not coming in until you find out, are you?”

  “No.”

  “My mother tell you about the trip I took to D.C.?”

  “Yes.”

  “I never told her that I saw my father that day. He saw me and pretended he didn’t know me. When we went back to the hotel, he called me and told me to never come near him in public again. He made me promise to stay away from him … and my brother and sister. They were there with them, and so was his wife.

  “I believed that Timothy, Mama, and I were going to be a family. When I realized that wasn’t ever going to come true, I made the promise. I was afraid that, if I went into the military, I would see them. My sister joined the Army, and my brother joined the Navy. I would break that promise if I went in, too.”

  “You could have joined the Marines.”

  She shook her head at Train’s fury for her father’s callousness. “Hammer and Jonas would have had heart attacks if I had. It was all good, anyway. I’m happy right where I am. Ultimately, I didn’t join because I didn’t want to leave Mama and the bitches.”

  Train dived into the water, swimming toward her. “So you weren’t afraid of flying over an ocean with me?”

  “No.” She wound her arms around his neck.

  “Don’t forget your promise to me that you would quit bounty hunting when we got married.”

  She brushed the side of his jaw with her lips. “Not until I get pregnant, and that’s not going to be anytime soon.”

  Train slipped his hand around her waist and down to the tattoo on her lower back. She had tattooed Train, with an arrow underneath and one single word that had given him hope when he had kept asking her to marry him. One word that also gave him hope that one day they would have a family.

  Believe.

  “Afternoon, Commander Medina. You sent for me?”

  “Come in, Captain.” Train stared critically at the captain who wanted to make the team to follow in his father’s footsteps. “Close the door.”

  The soldier followed the order without hesitation, standing at attention until Train told him to have a seat.

  “I requested for you to speak to me.” Train immediately brought up the reason for the captain’s visit to his office.

  “Permission to speak freely, sir.”

  Train didn’t miss that stubborn jaw, nor the hazel eyes staring back at him as he nodded for the captain to continue.

  “I received my invitation to join the squad this morning.”

  Train gave him a nod. “Congratulations. You will be an asset to the team.”

  “If you believe that, then why wasn’t your score on my evaluation?”

  Train leaned back in his chair. “It doesn’t matter what my score was. The lowest is always dropped. Your lowest score was a ninety-six. You made the team regardless of me withholding my score.”

  “Commander, the team works as a cohesive unit. For that to happen, I would like to know if there is a problem between you and me before I decide to accept the invitation.”

  Train’s mouth curled in humor. “There is no problem. You want my score?”

  “Yes, sir, I do.”

  “Very well.” Train opened his drawer to take out a flash drive. “To be a member of the unit, each member must be able to perform
a variety of duties. That’s why becoming a member is so difficult. You have exhibited this skill flawlessly. Actually better than my expectations.” Train set the flash drive down on the desk.

  The captain started to pick it up, but Train stopped him.

  “You already made the unit. You can leave now and be content that you have fulfilled you and your father’s dreams. You want my score, though, then solve the equations. The information on that drive was hard to find. I had it encrypted. It will take someone who wants to get into it to be able to read it.”

  “So, even if I can’t solve the equations, I’m still on the team?”

  “Yes.”

  The captain gave him a bewildered look. “I don’t understand.”

  “Let me make it simple. When I give my word of honor, I keep it, but I’m breaking it for you. I hope you make it worth it. Good afternoon, Captain Cooper.”

  The captain stood up, and Train watched as he picked up the flash drive then left, closing the door softly behind him.

  “I wish that was one trait Killyama had inherited.”

  “Did you enjoy dinner?” Train asked as he parked.

  “It was so good that I’m thinking of changing my name to Mrs. T.,” Killyama joked as she got off his motorcycle.

  “I never knew it was possible to be jealous of a T-bone.”

  “Lover, you don’t have anything to be jealous of.” She used his leather jacket to pull him close for a passionate kiss. “Especially when you taste like A1.”

  Laughing, they broke apart when headlight beams hit them as a car pulled into the parking lot.

  “Who’s that?” Killyama asked.

  Train narrowed his eyes as the occupants got out of the car.

  As the man and woman approached, Train put his arm over Killyama’s shoulders.

  “Commander Medina,” both of them addressed him as they came to a stop.

  “This is my wife … Rae,” Train introduced her as Killyama remained quiet, staring up at him curiously.