She had seen Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch, and T.A. sitting on top of the bar, while Stud had been trying to get them off. Each of them had seen Train carrying her upstairs. Stud had even made a move toward her, but Killyama had signaled Sex Piston behind Train’s back not to interfere. The last she had seen of them, Sex Piston was fighting with Stud, and Crazy Bitch was fighting Calder to hold them back.
“Because I didn’t want them to kill you,” she snarled, not able to explain to herself why she had held them back.
“She lies a lot, doesn’t she?” Rider had removed his shirt as she had debated calling Sex Piston.
Train gave a weary sigh. “Yes, and it’s a rule breaker for me.”
“She know that?”
“Yes. I’m working on her being more honest with me. So far, she’s not getting the message that I won’t tolerate it.”
“You need my help to get the message through?” Rider gave her a lascivious grin, taking off his boots and jeans.
Killyama swallowed hard at her first sight of Rider’s muscular body.
“I think she likes what she sees.” Rider swept his eyes over her body with his own carnal smile.
“They usually do.” Train gave her a searching look. It was then she saw Train wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to do. “Rider spends a lot of time working out to keep in shape for the women.”
Where was that jealously he had exhibit when she had teased Rider at the pool table?
The fucker gave her benign smile as Rider carried his clothes over to Train’s chair at the desk.
“We ready to get this party started?” Rider looked at Train instead of her.
“That’s up to Killyama. You calling Sex Piston or Hammer?”
Killyama stared down at her phone, making up her mind. The fuckers needed to be taught a lesson, and she was the woman to do it.
The brief flash of emotions toward her had exposed his weakness for her, building her confidence that she wasn’t going to be the one taken down.
“I don’t need to call either of them. I can take you two pencil dicks myself.”
“Then bring it on, Killy. If you want to leave, all you have to do is get past me.”
“I can’t help?” Rider protested, moving away from the door to give her a fair chance.
“No. When I need your help, I’ll ask.”
She slowly set her phone down on the nightstand, freeing her hands. When she slid off the bed, Train didn’t move, giving her time to ready herself. It was a mistake. The man was underestimating her. He was like a lamb to the slaughter, and she was going to deliver him a world of hurt.
Seductively sliding the leather out of the buckle at the top of her corset, the leather gaped but didn’t fall because it was too snuggly fit to her ribcage.
“You mind if I take my shoes off?”
“Saves me the trouble.”
Train might be looking at her in amusement now, but he was going to pay for it when it was her turn to laugh.
She didn’t take her eyes off the two men as she toed the heels off before kicking them out of the way. She didn’t want anything to break her concentration when she administered their ass kicking. Tripping and falling over her shoes would give them a chance to pounce.
She placed her weight on the balls of her feet, her hands going to her sides. She focused on Train’s nose, making that her target.
“She looks sexy as fuck, doesn’t she, Rider?”
“Yes, she does.” If the women could see Rider’s expression, they would run screaming from their husbands. He watched every move she made intently. No show of warmth in his eyes. “Why don’t you open another buckle so you can breathe better?”
“I liked you better when you pretended to be lame.”
He grinned. “Most women do.”
Train didn’t take his eyes off her, either. “Rider takes it a whole new level in Willa’s bedroom.”
Furious, Killyama flew the heel of her palm toward his nose. She knew she was in trouble when he easily blocked her with his wrist. He should have at least winced at the force of her strike; instead, he stared back at her steadily, waiting for her next move.
“That might have hurt if you were successful,” Train complimented her. “Hammer’s done a good job training you.”
“Jonas taught me that move.”
“He couldn’t have prepared you for me, Killyama. You can’t beat me, and you certainly can’t beat Rider. We’re wasting time. We could be having fun—”
Her foot flashed out, nailing him on his thigh. “I’m having fun. Aren’t you?”
“No. And I appreciate you not getting my balls again.”
“I was aiming for them, but with your pants off, it’s hard to guess where they’re hiding.”
Rider’s laughter filled the room. “I like her. I’ll make sure she loses that bitchy attitude when I have to replace you.”
“Brother, I plan on living a full life, despite her trying to end it.”
He deflected every kick sent his way. She was working up a sweat, whereas Train appeared bored.
“You never answered my question, Killy.”
Confused, she stared at him, not comprehending. “What question?”
“What got you so mad tonight? Because I mentioned children, or that men chose replacements?”
“I don’t give a damn if you want kids. They won’t be mine. I’m never going to have children.”