Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4)

Getting her through the doorway proved to be a challenge. The bitch held on to the doorway and refused to let go.

He slid a hand between her struggling thighs, rubbing her slit through the thin leather of her pants, promising, “It’ll feel better with the pants gone.”

“Motherfucker, I’ll castrate you!”

Train rained a series of small slaps down on her ass until she released the door to protect her bottom. Slamming the door with his boot, he then dumped her onto his bed.

“Whew, I’ve never had to work so hard to get a woman in my bed before.” Train chuckled.

Killyama raised herself up onto her knees, her hair a tumbled mess of curls, which she brushed out of her eyes to aim her fury at him. “You are so dead.”

He wasn’t stupid enough to sit down on his bed to pull off his boots. Going to the chair he kept at his desk, he saw her about to jump off his bed, her sights set on the door.

“You won’t make it, but go for it. I enjoy tussling with you.” He took his boots off, keeping track of her every move. When he stood up to unbuckle his belt, she sprung.

If she would have made it, she would have landed right in front of bedroom door. However, he caught her in the air like she was an acrobat giving a performance. Turning back with her over his shoulder once again, he tossed her unceremoniously back down onto the bed.

“Dude, this stopped being funny about ten minutes ago. I’m done playing with you. If you don’t move and let me out that door, I’m seriously going to hurt you.”

Train removed his T-shirt then slid his belt out from his belt loops. She watched his every movement.

“I’m not the one playing a game, Killyama, and I’ve had enough. Every man and woman in this club knows not to push me to a certain point. You went beyond pushing tonight and straight to bulldozing to get what you want.”

“I don’t want a fucking thing from you.”

“Yes, you do. You want me on your terms. You want to play on what I feel for you to make me do what you want.” He drilled her with his glare. “What scared you the most tonight? When I mentioned kids? Or was it the thought of another woman having a stake on me if anything happens?”

“I don’t care if you—”

“Don’t think of lying to me. You do care … So much that you were willing to walk away from me to prove to yourself you don’t.”

“The only thing I care about right now is getting my bitches and leaving.”

“That’s the first problem we’ve got to get past, because I’m not letting you leave.”

27

A knock on Train’s bedroom door had Killyama tensing, her fingers itching to grab Train’s laptop sitting on his desk. She had every intention of beating him with it if he made the mistake of getting close to her.

She watched as Train opened his door, and Rider appeared in the doorway.

“She cooled down yet? I can come back later if she hasn’t.” His plaintive voice grated on nerves.

She eyed the computer again, deciding to switch targets.

“Cut it out. Killyama isn’t Willa. She isn’t buying that load of crap you’re selling.”

She lowered her lashes, shielding her perceptive eyes as she watched Rider close the door and lean back against it, crossing his arms over his chest. If she hadn’t already figured out Rider’s game, the expression he wore now would have scared her senseless. She had been a bounty hunter too long and was too well trained by Hammer and Jonas to let Rider fool her. She wanted to give him an A for his deviousness, hiding behind that mash and the behavior he acted out toward the women in the club. They didn’t have a clue who they were dealing with, but she did.

“She gonna sell me out?” His mama’s boy persona disappeared as Rider stared calculating back at her.

“If they’re dumb enough to believe that you’re only after what’s in their kitchen cabinets, why should I care?” She shrugged. Hammer hadn’t raised no fool.

Rider’s mouth curled into a sensuous smile. “She’ll tell, but they won’t believe her.”

Train smiled back.

The men were staring at her like they were about to take down a defenseless deer.

Her heart sped up unexpectedly, adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream like she had been chasing a wanted fugitive, only to find herself unexpectedly cornered by two.

“It was only a matter of time. I don’t know how you fooled Winter and Rachel this long, anyway.”

“Because they only want to see what they want to see. I always give the women what they want. You might like to spoil them to get what you want. Me? I like to be the one pampered.”

His comment raised her hackles. She dug her fingers into the bedspread underneath her, forcing herself to stay still. When you were up against two hungry lions, you didn’t attack; you stared them down.