“I like it, too.”
He slid his leg between hers until his knee was resting against her crotch. “Does watching Stud race get you horny?”
“That’s a leading question. You sure you want the answer?”
He pressed his knee harder against her. “Yes.”
“Talking about Stud racing doesn’t make me horny. What’s tripping my wire is so much closer to me.”
“Right answer.” Train stood up then lifted her from the stool. He saw the overstuffed chair next to Crash and Ember was empty. Heading over, he sat down, pulling her down onto his lap.
He didn’t pay attention to what everyone else was doing, unable to resist touching Killyama for another second.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw you coming up the steps.” He kissed the silky smooth flesh between her breasts.
She brought her hands to his shoulders as she tautened on his lap. “Don’t you want to go upstairs?”
“Later.” He covered her mouth with his, driving his tongue into her mouth before she could say anything else and ruin his mood.
“I was going to get you to show me around the club,” she said when she was able to detach herself.
“You’ve seen most of it when you came over when Penni was here.”
“I was going to say hi to Lily and see how Winter’s doing.”
“They aren’t here.”
His kisses weren’t working. Deciding to go for it, he slid his hand over her flat waistline.
“Why aren’t they here?”
Train lifted his head. “I don’t know. Want me to call and ask?” He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, realizing he failed when she shot him a withering look.
“Excuse me, but I ain’t exactly used to being surrounded by people fucking.”
Her humor drove his irritation away.
“I didn’t take you for being shy.” He glided his hand down to rest between her thighs.
“I’m not going to fuck you in front of everyone to prove I’m not shy.”
“I don’t expect you to. I wanted you to prove to me that being close to me makes you horny.”
“You’re always wanting me to prove shit to you. What about me?”
“What do you want me to prove to you?”
She didn’t answer.
“Just ask.”
“Okay. That you will trust me no matter what.”
Trust didn’t come easy for him. He never trusted anyone, except the brothers. However, she was out of her comfort zone, and she was trusting him with her body, so the least he could do was trust her. Within reason.
“I don’t trust anyone like that.”
“Not even The Last Riders?”
“Except for The Last Riders,” Train clarified.
“And I’m not a Last Rider; is that what you’re saying?”
“Not yet.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
Train shook his head with a grin. “Not when I care about something.”
“Do you care about me?”
Train held her stare, not letting her look away. “Yes.”
Her body became limp as she twined her arms around his neck. “Do me a favor?”
“You need something to eat or drink?”
“No.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when she licked a path from his neck to his ear.
“I need more action and less talking.”
10
Killyama allowed herself to become more comfortable. She wanted to switch the conversation from anything that concerned their emotions. Unsaid emotions couldn’t come back to haunt you. When they weren’t together anymore, she would eventually get over not having the sex, but feelings always came back to bite you in the ass.
He thought she was being shy, attending her first Last Rider party. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it all before in the backseat of her car.
All the bitches were jealous. They had all wanted to come. Cade had put his foot down, though. Sex Piston had kept mumbling that Stud would divorce her if she ditched his race to go to a Last Rider party, and she had told Crazy Bitch she wasn’t going without her.
She let Train take over the kiss, knowing men liked that shit.
Killyama lifted one eyelash to see Ember had simply raised her short dress to her hips, sinking down on a condom-covered cock that Crash had readied.
“Holy Moses!” she said to herself, but Train had lifted his mouth from hers at the exclamation.
She hadn’t seen that in the backseat of her car. She would have bitch-slapped any of her friends who showed that fancy shave job to their current dickheads.