Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

Train sank back down onto his chair as she took her time to finish her beer.

“Maybe we need to give a little to get a little.”

“What in the hell does that mean?” Train asked in confusion.

“We could hook up occasionally when we want a little something-something. No strings attached. You’ll have to give up the rule of not banging a woman who doesn’t belong to The Last Riders.”

“What will you have to give up?” he asked suspiciously.

“That you’ll be doing other women.”

“That won’t work for me.”

“Why not?”

Train rolled his eyes. “You’ve been giving me shit ever since we were together, and you think you won’t pull out a gun if you think I’ve been with another woman? And there will be other women.”

She shrugged. “Who says you would be the only man in my life?”

“You’re seeing someone?” His jaw clenched. “Is it serious?”

“If it were, would I be thinking of doing you?”

“Men get killed when they think their woman is cheating.”

“Women do, too. Looks like we’ll both have to take our chances that we’ll be open and honest, not only with each other, but others, too. I don’t do relationships, so I don’t have a problem telling them they aren’t the only one keeping my tits warm.”

He bet she didn’t.

Train nodded. “I can do that.” He wanted her badly enough that he was going to take the chance. He drowned out the voice at the back of his mind that told him he was the one to fall for his own spiel.

“I can, too.”

Train started to get up again. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa. Slow down, sailor. We need to settle the ground rules.”

“Rules?” Train’s brow furrowed. He knew it was too good to be true. Killyama never did anything easy.

“Rules. You shouldn’t have a problem with that. The Last Riders are big on rules, remember?”

“Tell me what they are, and I’ll decide.” He wasn’t about to let his dick and Killyama talk him into anything else that he would regret later.

“Protection. You use it with everyone.”

“That’s a given.”

“Even if they are giving you a blowjob,” she clarified.

“Have you lost your mind? I’m not putting a condom over my dick when a woman gives me a blowjob.” Shaking his head vehemently, he made himself stop when she gave him an unblinking stare.

“Then don’t expect me to go down on you without one.”

Train gritted his teeth. “It’s not like I would go to you right after being with another woman—”

“I’m giving you a choice. Either you can get all your blowjobs from other women, or my mouth is the only one that’s going to be sucking you off.” She shoved aside the bowl of nuts he had been nibbling on to push the nearly empty bowl of pretzels she had been eating toward him.

Train stood up without a word, going to the bar. “Give me a whiskey.”

“You never drink whiskey,” Mick commented, reaching for the bottle.

“Give me a double.” Train took out his wallet, paying for his drink before going back to the table where Killyama was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed at her ankles.

Train sat down, downing his shot. “Any of the women in the club will give a blowjob anytime I want, so you can scratch that.”

“Fine. I’m better. But if that’s what you want, it’s no skin off my nose.”

Reminding himself he didn’t hit women, he started to get up again, but Mick beat him to the punch, setting a bottle of whiskey on the table.

“You looked like you needed it.”

When he started to reach for his wallet, Mick shook his head. “Shade said it was on him.”

Shade was at Viper’s table. The brothers were amusing themselves by watching the show.

“Tell you what,” Killyama continued when Mick left. “I’ll give you one, and then you can decide. How’s that?”

Train reluctantly nodded. “You’re not going to go all psycho when I choose other women instead?”

“You won’t,” she replied confidently. “But no, I won’t go psycho.”

“Okay.”

“Cool. Now to my next rule.”

“There’s another one?”

“Yeah. I’m not going to fuck you at my apartment.”

“Why not? Are you living with someone?” he asked suspiciously.

“No. I only invite men into my bed who are special. This is sex. Stud keeps a spare bedroom; we can use that.”

“What’s wrong with my room at my club?” She was taking the wind out of his sails. He had hoped he could gradually convince her to join The Last Riders. If she didn’t come to the clubhouse, how was he going to show her what she was missing?

“I can be fair. We’ll take turns on which club we use, but don’t expect me to take any part in that swapping crap.”

“All right.” Train lowered his gaze to refill his glass. Nowhere in the rules she was sprouting off did she say he couldn’t try to change her mind. “Anything else?”