“You have mad skills protecting those around you, you’re loyal as hell to your friends, and having sex with you nearly blew my mind. So much so that I got ahead of myself and was trying to see if you would be willing to consider becoming a Last Rider. I have had some sexual relationships in the past where the women resented my involvement with The Last Riders. I have no intention of leaving the club ever, or entering a serious relationship. I like you, and I think we can have some good times together, but I want to be up front so we can avoid more of the misunderstandings going on between us.”
Her eyes were narrowed on him the whole time he talked. It was the longest time she had let him speak without interrupting him since he had met her. When she did speak, it was only to say, “I need a drink.” She stood up, leaving him to go to the bar.
Train stared down at the table, running over the spiel he had just given her. Maybe he should have taken a different tack. However, he didn’t want any lies to come back to haunt him.
The image of her the day he had gone to Winter’s aunt’s house was burned into his memory. Killyama and her friends had been skinny-dipping in the pool. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. Even T.A., who had breasts that would make any man drool, hadn’t been able to draw his gaze beyond a cursory look. He had to have her again.
He hid his shock when she sat back down in the chair in front of him, chugging her beer before she sat it down on the table.
“So, because some bitches couldn’t take you fucking around on them, you decided it was easier to only fuck bitches who are Last Riders?”
“Yes.” He would rather come out as a jerk now than when their hookup was over.
“I’m not going to join The Last Riders. I’m going to nip that in the bud right now. You’re not the only one who has a club they’re loyal to. Seems like we’re at a stalemate. Later.” Killyama pushed back her chair and started to rise.
“Wait.”
He was used to women trying to get him to give in to their demands, and Killyama was plainly saying she wouldn’t regret it if she never fucked him again. Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same, and he knew that if she left the table, he would never have her again.
She paused, tilting her head to the side. Train racked his brain, trying to come up with another way to have her one more time. Or two.
“Dude, I’m not giving up the Destructors any more than you would give up The Last Riders. You might have been a good fuck, but it wasn’t that good.”
Her haughty sniff had him wanting to pin her against the wall beside them and remind her just how good it had been.
He pushed his own chair back. He’d had enough. Train never lost his cool with a woman, but he was damn close to losing it with her.
Killyama stuck one long leg out to keep him from walking away. “Chill.”
Train sank back down onto his chair as she took her time to finish her beer.
“Maybe we need to give a little to get a little.”
“What in the hell does that mean?” Train asked in confusion.
“We could hook up occasionally when we want a little something-something. No strings attached. You’ll have to give up the rule of not banging a woman who doesn’t belong to The Last Riders.”
“What will you have to give up?” he asked suspiciously.
“That you’ll be doing other women.”
“That won’t work for me.”
“Why not?”
Train rolled his eyes. “You’ve been giving me shit ever since we were together, and you think you won’t pull out a gun if you think I’ve been with another woman? And there will be other women.”
She shrugged. “Who says you would be the only man in my life?”
“You’re seeing someone?” His jaw clenched. “Is it serious?”
“If it were, would I be thinking of doing you?”
“Men get killed when they think their woman is cheating.”
“Women do, too. Looks like we’ll both have to take our chances that we’ll be open and honest, not only with each other, but others, too. I don’t do relationships, so I don’t have a problem telling them they aren’t the only one keeping my tits warm.”
He bet she didn’t.
Train nodded. “I can do that.” He wanted her badly enough that he was going to take the chance. He drowned out the voice at the back of his mind that told him he was the one to fall for his own spiel.
“I can, too.”
Train started to get up again. “Let’s go.”
“Whoa. Slow down, sailor. We need to settle the ground rules.”
“Rules?” Train’s brow furrowed. He knew it was too good to be true. Killyama never did anything easy.
“Rules. You shouldn’t have a problem with that. The Last Riders are big on rules, remember?”
“Tell me what they are, and I’ll decide.” He wasn’t about to let his dick and Killyama talk him into anything else that he would regret later.
“Protection. You use it with everyone.”
“That’s a given.”
“Even if they are giving you a blowjob,” she clarified.
“Have you lost your mind? I’m not putting a condom over my dick when a woman gives me a blowjob.” Shaking his head vehemently, he made himself stop when she gave him an unblinking stare.
“Then don’t expect me to go down on you without one.”