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.
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.