Train removed his T-shirt then slid his belt out from his belt loops. She watched his every movement.
“I’m not the one playing a game, Killyama, and I’ve had enough. Every man and woman in this club knows not to push me to a certain point. You went beyond pushing tonight and straight to bulldozing to get what you want.”
“I don’t want a fucking thing from you.”
“Yes, you do. You want me on your terms. You want to play on what I feel for you to make me do what you want.” He drilled her with his glare. “What scared you the most tonight? When I mentioned kids? Or was it the thought of another woman having a stake on me if anything happens?”
“I don’t care if you—”
“Don’t think of lying to me. You do care … So much that you were willing to walk away from me to prove to yourself you don’t.”
“The only thing I care about right now is getting my bitches and leaving.”
“That’s the first problem we’ve got to get past, because I’m not letting you leave.”
27
A knock on Train’s bedroom door had Killyama tensing, her fingers itching to grab Train’s laptop sitting on his desk. She had every intention of beating him with it if he made the mistake of getting close to her.
She watched as Train opened his door, and Rider appeared in the doorway.
“She cooled down yet? I can come back later if she hasn’t.” His plaintive voice grated on nerves.
She eyed the computer again, deciding to switch targets.
“Cut it out. Killyama isn’t Willa. She isn’t buying that load of crap you’re selling.”
She lowered her lashes, shielding her perceptive eyes as she watched Rider close the door and lean back against it, crossing his arms over his chest. If she hadn’t already figured out Rider’s game, the expression he wore now would have scared her senseless. She had been a bounty hunter too long and was too well trained by Hammer and Jonas to let Rider fool her. She wanted to give him an A for his deviousness, hiding behind that mash and the behavior he acted out toward the women in the club. They didn’t have a clue who they were dealing with, but she did.
“She gonna sell me out?” His mama’s boy persona disappeared as Rider stared calculating back at her.
“If they’re dumb enough to believe that you’re only after what’s in their kitchen cabinets, why should I care?” She shrugged. Hammer hadn’t raised no fool.
Rider’s mouth curled into a sensuous smile. “She’ll tell, but they won’t believe her.”
Train smiled back.
The men were staring at her like they were about to take down a defenseless deer.
Her heart sped up unexpectedly, adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream like she had been chasing a wanted fugitive, only to find herself unexpectedly cornered by two.
“It was only a matter of time. I don’t know how you fooled Winter and Rachel this long, anyway.”
“Because they only want to see what they want to see. I always give the women what they want. You might like to spoil them to get what you want. Me? I like to be the one pampered.”
His comment raised her hackles. She dug her fingers into the bedspread underneath her, forcing herself to stay still. When you were up against two hungry lions, you didn’t attack; you stared them down.
Rider laughed again. “She didn’t like that. Your woman is jealous as fuck.”
“Yes, she is.” Train chuckled with Rider.
Killyama became frightened. They were toying with her, getting ready to pounce.
Train finished taking off his jeans, kicking them out of the way.
“Am I getting undressed or just watching?” Gone was the whiney voice he had used downstairs. Now he was all business, staring at her as if she were the main course at dinner.
He had never been frightened of her like he had pretended. He was a cold-blooded chameleon. She thought she was good at masking her emotions. Rider was the true expert, putting on a different face for each of the wives.
Train moved slowly forward, trailing a finger over the top of her breasts, then snatching his hand back when she tried to scratch him.
“Get undressed. She’s breathing so hard that her tits are about to come out of that top.”
She carefully slid her cell phone out of her corset.
“Who are you going to call? Sex Piston? You think I didn’t notice that you could have stopped me anytime when I carried you up here? All you had to do was yell for her, and Sex Piston, Stud, and Calder would have made me let you go. Why didn’t you?” he asked as if they were all talking about the weather, and not that she was faced with two hungry men who were already looking forward to slacking their appetites on her.