“What are you talking about?” Train tried to focus on the venom spewing from her mouth instead of the stars floating behind his eyes.
Killyama didn’t show any mercy. She grabbed his ponytail, lifting his head and forcing him to look up at her. “Are you Viper’s and Cash’s spare?”
“Yes.”
She released his hair in disgust. “I’m going to save you the trouble of picking one for me. If you’re dumb enough to pick one, then I’m okay with Rider. Is that okay with you, Rider?”
Train managed to get to his feet by holding on to the pool table and Rider’s arm.
“Well?” Killyama snarled.
“I’d rather you pick someone else. How about Moon?” Rider turned to search for Moon, who was no longer in the room.
“Actually, I had already asked Shade. But if you want Rider, maybe we need to convince him. What do you think, Rider?”
“Do I have to?”
Train snatched the pool stick away before Killyama could pick it up again. He couldn’t tell who she would have aimed for, but him and Rider would have been going to the dentist’s office if it had landed.
“Give it back.” When Killyama tried to snatch it out of his hand, Train tossed it to Rider.
Before she could react, Train threw her over his shoulder, stumbling backward into the pool table when she clawed his back, going for his hair.
“Bitch, I’m going to paddle that ass of yours when I get you to my room.” He fought the vertigo from having his nuts smashed and his head nearly ripped off his shoulders.
“Fucker, you’re going to be sneezing your balls out of your nostrils if you lay one hand on me.”
Train raised his hand, smacking her on her ass.
“I thought you didn’t hit women?”
“I hit a wildcat. When you start acting like a lady, I’ll stop.”
Train stepped over Cash and Greer on the way to the stairs, hearing Rider reluctantly coming up behind them. Then he stopped when he was halfway up the stairs to see Rachel sitting there, crying.
“You okay, Rachel?”
“I didn’t mean for Greer and Cash to get in a fight.” She sniffed.
“Bitch, what are you crying for?”
Train smacked her ass again. “This is all her fault. You and Cash will make up in the morning. Let him and Greer fight it out. They’ve been building it up for a while. Maybe they’ll get it out of their systems now.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. Just pretend it was all Cash’s fault, and I’ll make sure he brings flowers to apologize. Rider, take her home.”
Train hugged the side of the staircase to let Rachel take Rider’s hand.
“Don’t take long. I don’t want to keep her waiting,” he said as he continued carrying a struggling Killyama up the steps. Train had to hold on to the handrail to keep the woman from throwing them both down the steps.
“Do I have to?” Rider’s whiney voice floated upward to the landing where Train was spanking Killyama’s ass to keep her still.
“Don’t make me come and get you.” Satisfied that his threat had lit a fire under Rider’s ass, Train carried Killyama to his room. If she had wanted to make him jealous by using Rider, she could handle the consequences. He hadn’t made his mind up about sharing her, but she had made his mind for him. She could have chosen any of the Last Rider’s, and she had chosen Rider. Who was he to argue?
Getting her through the doorway proved to be a challenge. The bitch held on to the doorway and refused to let go.
He slid a hand between her struggling thighs, rubbing her slit through the thin leather of her pants, promising, “It’ll feel better with the pants gone.”
“Motherfucker, I’ll castrate you!”
Train rained a series of small slaps down on her ass until she released the door to protect her bottom. Slamming the door with his boot, he then dumped her onto his bed.
“Whew, I’ve never had to work so hard to get a woman in my bed before.” Train chuckled.
Killyama raised herself up onto her knees, her hair a tumbled mess of curls, which she brushed out of her eyes to aim her fury at him. “You are so dead.”
He wasn’t stupid enough to sit down on his bed to pull off his boots. Going to the chair he kept at his desk, he saw her about to jump off his bed, her sights set on the door.
“You won’t make it, but go for it. I enjoy tussling with you.” He took his boots off, keeping track of her every move. When he stood up to unbuckle his belt, she sprung.
If she would have made it, she would have landed right in front of bedroom door. However, he caught her in the air like she was an acrobat giving a performance. Turning back with her over his shoulder once again, he tossed her unceremoniously back down onto the bed.
“Dude, this stopped being funny about ten minutes ago. I’m done playing with you. If you don’t move and let me out that door, I’m seriously going to hurt you.”