She bit back the moan that tried to slip from her lips.
Rider began pumping his dick faster as Train increased his speed, driving his fingers into her. His lust-filled gaze fueled the tendrils of need in her as if Train wasn’t using his fingers but Rider’s cock. It was the most erotic experience of her life, knowing Rider could see but not touch.
Train maintained his masterful control over her body as if he were the only one who could give her the climax she was silently screaming she needed.
“Train …” His name was the closest she could bring herself to beg.
He didn’t make her. Moving closer to her, his wet hand came to her waist as he tried to fit his hard cock into her tight opening. He had to shift his position before he could easily thrust into her.
Train buried his face in her hair. “She’s so fucking tight.”
“How tight?” Rider asked on a groan, continuing to slide his hand up and down his dick as Train moved in and out of her.
Shuddering, she turned her head and sunk her teeth into Train’s arm.
She saw Rider inching closer. She was so close to coming. If he spoiled her orgasm by touching her when she was defenseless, she would split his lip.
Unexpectedly, he took her hand in his, holding it tightly as she came, stroking his thumb over her knuckles as Train continued to thrust into her from behind.
Droplets of sweat slipped down between her breasts as Rider raised her hand so her fingers could capture them before lifting her fingers to his mouth. He sucked on one finger, his tongue twirling over it.
“You taste so good,” he murmured as Killyama let him slip another finger inside.
Train bucked against her, driving her into the mattress and forcing Rider to release her fingers.
“Fuck me back, Killy. Let Rider watch you come. Show him how your little cunt is stretched tight around my cock and how he’ll never know how fucking unbelievable it feels.”
She shoved her ass back into Train’s hips, following his commands. Her muscles tightened then shook as her climax drove him higher until he came with her.
Self-consciously, she watched as Rider came, too, gliding his hand over his cock when his dick grew even longer as he moved to his back and let his climax play out on his waist.
Killyama burrowed her face in the messed up bedspread, but Train flipped her over so she was staring up at him. Unable to bear his steady gaze, she buried her face in his shoulder.
“Since when do you get shy?” he teased.
She was trying to come up with a smart-ass reply when she heard a pounding on the bedroom door.
“Bitch, you have five seconds before I’m coming in!” Sex Piston threatened from the other side of the door.
“Please tell me you locked the door,” Killyama whispered, horrorstricken.
When she saw their faces, she scrambled off the bed and picked up her clothes, throwing them under Train’s bed. Hastily, Killyama then dropped to the floor, lifting the bedspread so she could crawl under the bed.
The men had frozen at Sex Piston’s threat, expecting Killyama to keep her out. They couldn’t understand what she was doing until it was too late, missing their chance to get dressed.
“What is she doing?” Rider asked Train, both of their faces perplexed.
“I’m hiding, assholes. Tell her I’m not here.”
28
“Are you coming or not?” Train held his phone tighter to his ear, swiveling the stool he was sitting on as he turned to see Jewell wasn’t in her office.
Getting up from his worktable, he went into the empty office, shutting himself in so he could hear Killyama.
“I’m thinking about it. I’ll let you know in a few hours.”
Her vague answer rose his suspicions.
“Where are you? I thought you were hanging out at Sex Piston’s shop today.”
“I am.”
She was lying. The woman wouldn’t consider lying if they were face to face.
“Let me talk to her. I want to say hi.”
“Dude, she doesn’t want to say hi. She’s telling her customer what happened last weekend.”
He was going to kill her. The woman knew exactly what buttons to push to distract him, and she didn’t just push; she took a sledgehammer to them.
“Gotta go. She has a customer coming in, and I need to check them in for her.”
Train stared down at the phone. She had hung up on him without telling him good-bye.
Gnashing his teeth, he dialed another number.
“Where is she?”
“Hammer and Jonas just picked Killyama up. I don’t know where they’re headed yet. When I do, I’ll call.”
“Thanks. Keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
Train shoved his cell phone back into his pocket. There wasn’t anything else he could do until he heard from Crash.