“I’m sure.” She nodded. “Without me, you can teach T.A. how to dance. She broke two of my toes.”
“I know how to dance. It’s not my fault my breasts get in the way so I can’t see my feet.”
“I should be so lucky,” Killyama wisecracked despite becoming aggravated by Train’s arrogance of carrying her to a dark corner of the dance floor.
“I knew you were a smart woman,” Train said as he set her down on her feet.
“Why? Because I didn’t let Calder beat the crap out of you?”
“No, because you stopped me from beating the crap out of him.”
“Who’s being a psycho now? You couldn’t take Calder if he had both his hands and feet tied behind his back.”
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Train grimly started toward Calder.
Killyama grabbed the back of his T-shirt, jerking him to a stop. “Is this a joke? Beth and Lily both say you never fight.”
Train gaped at her. He looked like she had just called him a pussy. “When did they say that?”
“I don’t remember. Does it matter?”
“I fight all the time. Go ask Rider or Moon.”
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I’ve only had a couple of drinks tonight, and that was a couple of hours ago.”
“Then I don’t understand …”
Train released a ragged sigh. “I didn’t like seeing you dancing with him.”
“Tough titty. I don’t have to put up with this bullshit … The Last Riders share women all the time. You think I’m buying this He-Man attitude because I danced with another man?”
“I wanted you to stay the night.”
His reluctant admission had Killyama wanting to give in to him and give him everything he wanted, but she wasn’t going to do it. They weren’t in a normal relationship, and the sooner he figured that out, the better it would be for both of them. She would never be happy as a Last Rider, and Train didn’t want a woman who wasn’t one.
“Maybe next time … if you’re good.” She gave him a brazen smile as she started dancing.
“Better than I was tonight? So you know, I was pretty damn good tonight.”
Her head fell back with laughter.
Train stepped into her, letting her feel the bulge behind his jeans.
“I’ve had better.”
Train laughed back, bringing his arms around her waist as they swayed to the music. “I haven’t.”
“See? What did I tell you?”
Lucky and Willa were dancing next to them, smiling at their laughter. That made Killyama bite back her laughter.
“The problem is, The Last Riders are used to having their cake and eating it, too.”
He dropped his hands from her waist to cup her ass, pulling her tighter. “I’m not biting into that one. Can we just enjoy the music without getting into a fight?”
“Yes,” she conceded.
Relaxing into him, she let the music take her away from the other women who would go home with him and from the club members who would eventually tear them apart. It was inevitable.
Like all men, Train thought their fate rested in his hands. What he didn’t realize was that it rested in hers. He believed the end would come when she couldn’t take him betraying her with other women. He was wrong. She would betray him.
7
“Need a hand?” Viper squatted down next to Train worked on Rider’s motorcycle.
“No thanks. I got it.”
When Viper didn’t move away, Train knew he was there to have a talk. Viper wasn’t like the other brothers who would stop by to chat. The Last Riders’ president was too busy taking care of the business side of their club. If Viper was there, he was there because he had something on his mind.
“I saw you hanging out with Killyama last night.”
“So did all the other brothers.”
“What’s going on?” Viper’s serious tone had Train lowering the wrench.
“With Rider’s motorcycle or with Killyama?”
“Killyama.”
“Nothing. We were just having a good time.”
“Is that wise?”
“Why not? It was a Friday night; we let some of the women we want to fuck come to the clubhouse to party. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“They aren’t Killyama. What she sees, she’ll gossip about.”
“Most of the men and women were at Rosie’s last night. Sasha and Lily were babysitting at your house, so there wasn’t anything to see.”
“What about next Friday? She going to be there?”
“Maybe. If I decide to invite her, I’ll talk to her and make sure she doesn’t talk.”
“The kids are getting older. Noah and Chance will be starting preschool. I don’t want them to get hurt from the rumors that could be spread. All the brothers are picky on which hanger-on’s they let come to the parties.”
“Killyama isn’t a hanger-on.” Train stood up, going to his toolbox. Then Viper rose, preventing him from going back to work on the motorcycle after he grabbed the blowtorch.
“What is she, then?”
“Jesus, I don’t know. Do you give Rider the third-degree when he brings in someone new?”
“Most of the women Rider brings are too stupid to remember where they are the next day, much less talk about it.”