Train stopped moving. “I’ve never called anyone that before. If you want me to call you something else, then tell me your real name. I’m not calling you Killyama when I fuck you.”
She almost told him to get off her right then, but the snug fit of his cock inside of her stopped her. Her mama hadn’t raised no idiot. The second lesson every woman needed to learn was when to give in.
“You can call me Killy.”
“I can deal with that.” Train started moving again.
Her pussy gripped his cock tighter, trying to prolong the ecstasy that was rapidly building into the orgasm that he was so damn determined to give her.
Killyama shuddered as she came, and Train grimaced as she felt him throbbing inside of her. The shared orgasm made her self-conscious, especially when he moved to the side and hooked an arm under her neck.
“We’re supposed to be all cozy now?” Her usual sting was missing from her words.
Train’s lips twitched. “I take it you’re not feeling a post-orgasmic glow?”
She laughed. “I need a cigarette for that.”
“Sorry, but I don’t have one handy.”
“Damn, I need it. I haven’t had sex since I stopped smoking.”
“How long since you stopped?”
“A year ago.”
Train sat up, folding her legs over his lap. Then he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a joint. “Will this do?”
“You have a lighter?”
He handed it to her.
“How did you join The Last Riders?” Killyama asked as they sat, smoking the joint.
“I was friends with Viper’s brother Gavin in the Navy. We trained as pilots together. It was his dream to form an MC when we got out.”
“I’m sorry. Beth told me about Gavin when her and Razer broke up. She told us that another club member killed him.”
“Memphis.”
“I’d kill someone who betrayed a friend of mine like that.” She stared at his cold expression through the smoky haze.
Train took the joint away from her, taking a hit. “How’d you meet Sex Piston and your other friends?”
“Middle school. We’ve been friends ever since.”
“They the ones who came up with Killyama?”
“What? You don’t like it?”
He shrugged. “It’s different.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “My mother did.”
“Your mother?” Train laughed.
“Yep. Every time I got in trouble, she always said I was killing her.”
“Jesus, you’re killing me.”
“See? It’s contagious.”
“I can imagine you driving her crazy. I bet you turned her grey trying to keep up with you and your friends.”
“Nope. She had me when she was seventeen. My mama doesn’t have a grey hair yet. If she does, Sex Piston would have told me.”
“Your mother is living?”
“Yes. Yours?”
“No, both of my parents are dead.” Train licked his fingertips before putting out the joint. “I better get going before Rider comes out looking for me.”
She didn’t want to see him go. Hoping to convince him to stay a little longer, she trailed a finger down his chest to the V of his jeans, which he had zipped up but hadn’t buttoned. “You sure you don’t want another round? I’m better the second time around.”
Train placed his hand over her teasing finger. “No, I don’t want to fuck you …”
His blunt reply had her jerking her legs down. She picked up his T-shirt and tossed it at him as she maneuvered herself out of the car.
“Get out.”
“Wait. Listen to me—”
“There’s nothing to explain.”
As soon as Train stepped out of the car, Killyama slammed the door closed then opened the front door to slide in front of the steering wheel.
He tried to hold the door open to keep her from driving away, but she reached inside the glove box and took out the gun she kept there.
“Dude, either step back, or I’m going to shoot the first target I see.” She aimed her gun at his dick.
He hastily stepped back, dropping his hand from the door. “Just wait a minute. I wanted to—”
“Looks like neither one of us are going to get what we want.” She shut the door then started the motor, making sure to keeping the gun trained on him.
Her car jerked as she backed out then turned the wheel, making him leap out of the way.
“You fall asleep back there?” Hammer asked.
“No, I was remembering the other reason I like Jonas better. He doesn’t talk as much as you on the way back to Jamestown.”
“I don’t think you should go to the party tomorrow night. I’d feel better if you put some distance between you and The Last Riders.” Hammer sped up to pass a car that was going too slow to suit him.
“Why?” she asked cautiously. Had he found out what she had done with Train?