Train tried to douse the raging fire in his dick as he got himself back under control. Leave it to Killyama to put the brakes on before the party started.
“I told you, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll leave the party and go upstairs to my room whenever it gets too much for you.”
“Dude, as long I don’t have to watch you fuck another woman, I can handle pretty much anything.”
He smiled. “That’s some brave words when you don’t know what you’re walking into. I’ve been with The Last Riders for a long time; they still surprise me.”
He opened the door for her. The clubroom was already crowded.
“You hungry?” Train took her hand, leading her toward the kitchen.
“No, but I’ll take a drink.”
He stopped his progression, turning to take Killyama to the bar.
“What can I get you?” He stepped behind the bar, grabbing a cold beer for himself.
“Got any bottled water?”
“We have tequila.”
“I’ll stick to water for now.” Killyama slid onto a stool, turning to study the faces around her.
Train shrugged, giving her the bottled water.
From her choice of profession, he could understand her trust issues. No woman, no matter how much she trusted a man, should ever lower their guards until they grew to know a man better.
“I didn’t expect this many Last Riders to be here.”
He slid onto a stool next to her. “They aren’t all Last Riders. Members can invite anyone they want on Fridays.”
Train didn’t miss the dawning comprehension in her eyes.
“Only on Fridays?”
He nodded. “Unless you’re property, celebrating something, or a new recruit, the clubhouse is closed to anyone else.”
“That’s why you put me off when I wanted to come over the last time?”
“Yes.”
“All you had to do was tell me. It pissed me off.”
“It didn’t show.” In fact, Killyama had sucked his dick as if it was her favorite sucker.
Shifting on his stool, he wanted to unzip his jeans and let her go at it again. The thought of fucking her mouth in front of the crowded room had him gulping down his beer to cool himself off.
She swung around on the stool to face him, one long leg sliding between his. “It’s not as bad as I expected it to be.”
“They’re being on their best behavior.”
“For me?” She shook her head at his nod. “Hell, tell them to have at it. The Destructors make The Last Riders look like kindergarteners.”
“You sure? I’m trusting you, Killyama. You don’t have the best record where the women are concerned.”
“I’ll keep my hands to myself if you do, too.”
It wasn’t exactly a promise to behave, but it was the best he was going to get.
“Moon, turn the music on!” he yelled out.
The brothers stared at him in silence. When he gave a nod, the music blared out from the expensive sound system Crash had installed.
“Sound of Madness” filled the air as Beth and Razer came out of the kitchen. Train saw Killyama’s eyes widen as she took in Beth’s clothes.
“Girl, you look hot.”
Razer’s wife gave her a self-conscious smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
Train kept his eyes on Killyama as the members relaxed their guard.
Moon was dancing behind Jewel, grinding his hips against her ass. His hands were plastered to her naked breasts, the top pulled down to her waist.
Crash and Ember were sitting on a chair, going at it hot and heavy. She was on his lap as he rubbed her pussy through her jeans.
Razer hooked an arm over Beth’s shoulder as he talked to Train about the week they had. Beth then asked Killyama what Sex Piston was doing tonight.
“Stud is racing in Illinois. Crazy Bitch went with her to cheer him on. Fat Louise and Cade promised they would stop by and let her mother see the baby.”
“T.A. didn’t go to the race?”
“No, she had to work late. If they had waited for her, they would have missed Stud’s first race. She called me an hour ago to tell me she was going to bed with a book and a bottle of wine.”
“A whole bottle?”
“You ever seen Stud race?”
“No.”
“It takes a bottle of wine to get over missing that. He’s hell on wheels.”
Beth’s gaze became interested. “Does he win a lot?”
“Every time. No one has beaten him yet.”
Train and Razer stopped talking as Killyama bragged about Stud. Beth was practically fanning herself, and Train didn’t miss the way Killyama’s face became excited. Razer didn’t seem much happier than he was about another man getting discussed in front of them. Train wouldn’t describe what he felt as jealously, but it was close.
“When’s his next race? I could tag along with Sex Piston and give you girls a break.”
Razer and Train’s conversation came to a screeching stop as they stopped pretending not to listen.
“I’ll ask her and text you when I found out.”
“Let’s dance. I like this song.” Razer guided Beth to the back of the room.
“He likes this song? He must be tone deaf,” Killyama said with complete bewilderment.