Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

Viper turned to see Winter opening the door and letting Rider inside. He made a production of looking at his wristwatch.

“Shade, you take over. I’m going to see if Aisha is awake from her nap.”

The men watched as Viper strode toward his house.

“Ten to one, Winter’s fixing him lunch.”

Razer’s comment had Train worried, but he was positive Killyama wouldn’t be taken in by Rider. The men were only trying to rile him up, like they used to do to Lucky before he married Willa.

“What in the fuck are you all jabbering about?” Shade snarled.

Train decided to put Shade out of his bad mood by telling him the plan that Rider had suggested, finishing by telling him the men were giving him a hard time about Rider. “… So Razer and Cash say Rider is the women’s favorite. Who do you think is?”

Shade stared at him as if he was a card short in a full deck. “Me.”

“Did you bring me my mascara that you borrowed?” Crazy Bitch wiggled to adjust her short skirt that had ridden up when she had slid into the backseat.

“I didn’t borrow it. You put it in my purse because you didn’t want to take your purse.” T.A. rummaged through her purse then gave Crazy Bitch her mascara back.

Using her elbow to make T.A. give her more room, Killyama was growing more nervous the closer they drove to The Last Riders’ clubhouse. She wished she hadn’t let Sex Piston talk her into driving their car. Sitting between T.A. and Crazy Bitch made the twenty-minute drive seem longer.

Sex Piston rolled down the window in the front seat. “T.A., how much more of that cheap perfume you going to spray? We can’t breathe up here.”

“Try to breathe back here,” Killyama complained, waving a hand in front of her face. “I don’t know why you’re spraying so much. it’s not like you’re going to be able to get close enough to any of The Last Riders for them to get a whiff. Stud already read us the riot act to behave.”

“I don’t know why you are allowed to fuck Train, yet me and T.A. have to keep our hands to ourselves,” Crazy Bitch protested as she skillfully put her mascara on despite the moving car.

“Stud doesn’t want it to be a habit,” Sex Piston told her. “He’s only going because I promised we would behave.”

“He’s become a stick in the mud since he married you,” T.A. chimed in. “I take it back; if you get arrested, Stud’s on his own.”

“I’ll make sure to tell him.” Sex Piston slowed as they neared the sheriff’s office, blowing the horn as they passed. “You think Knox will be upset if we didn’t stop by to say hi?”

“No.” Killyama smiled despite her nerves.

Knox had probably taken the night off to bunker down with Diamond. If Sex Piston did anything to make the club angry, her brother-in-law would want to be as far and inaccessible as possible.

“That’s a cool corset. Can I borrow it the next time I go out with Slim?”

“No, your tits will stretch the leather out.” Killyama had lost too many clothes to T.A. to let her borrow one of her favorites.

When they parked, the women took the time to give each other a once over. Then they waited as Stud and the Destructors Stud had asked Viper if he could bring along drove up.

Now that she was outside the car, she could breathe again. She adjusted the four buckles on the front of her corset, cinching it tightly until her breasts nearly spilled over the top. She took the lint roller from Sex Piston, making sure none of Gollum’s hair was on her leather pants.

“Thanks,” Killyama said, giving the roller back. “Sex Piston, I …Do …?”

“Bitch, I ain’t stupid. We’ll behave.”

“Okay. Then let’s have some fun,” she said as Stud, Cade, Calder, and Pike got off their bikes.

“Looking good tonight, Calder,” T.A. flirted as they climbed up the steps.

“You’re all looking good tonight. Why don’t you all look this good when you’re hanging out with the Destructors?”

“Because there aren’t any Destructors we haven’t done or want to.” Crazy Bitch’s caustic reply had them taking a couple steps faster to get between her and Calder.

At one time, they had seemed attracted to each other … That was before another woman had come between them, offering him more than Crazy Bitch was willing to give. Candi had led them both down a road that Calder was damn lucky to get off of. He had chosen drugs over Crazy Bitch, and she had every intention of rubbing his nose in it.

Their eyes met as they took the steps together. Killyama felt bad for her. She had sworn off men, and other than the occasional hook-up T.A. had talked her into, she had stuck to it.