Train's Clash
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Regretting her words, she tried to make amends. “You know I won’t say anything to Mama.” It was as close to sorry as she was going to get.
He nodded.
Jonas remained silent, too. She hated it when they were mad at her.
She deliberately popped her gum. When that didn’t get a reaction, she did it again.
“Jonas, taze her ass.”
“What’d you say?” He turned his head, popping his own gum.
Hammer turned the air condition up to high. “I’m in fucking hell.”
9
“That’s the last of the packages.” Train dropped the order he had finished boxing up into the cart that Rider would mail out on Monday.
“Whoop! Whoop! We’re done for the week. I’m outta here.” Ember cleaned her table off, hightailing it out of the factory so fast that Train winced at the sound of the slamming metal door.
Rider grinned at him, hopping onto a table as he waited for Train to clean up his table. “I wonder if she’s more excited about it being Friday and she has the weekend off or the party tonight.”
“The party. No one’s had time to do anything but eat and sleep all week since we had to get the orders out.”
The orders they had been working on all week had left two hours ago in their own truck, heading to the airport in Lexington. The supplies had filled all their waking hours, knowing it was going to a country that had suffered a catastrophic earthquake.
“Don’t know if I’m going to make it tonight. I’m tired as fuck.”
Train was surprised. Rider had never missed a Friday night party. The brothers always joked how he would fuck when he was half-dead, something he had actually done once.
“You’re never too tired to fuck. Something wrong?”
“Today’s Gavin’s birthday.”
Train had been busy, but he hadn’t forgotten. This morning, he had gone to the cemetery where Gavin had been buried. He had seen Viper leaving as he rode onto the property Cash owned.
Rider had been just as close to Gavin as he had. They both had lost a good friend because of Memphis. Even now, they couldn’t believe how a man they had considered a brother had betrayed them. Memphis had fooled them all. The Last Riders had taken the betrayal hard. Each of them would give their lives before another one would betray the club again.
Train wrapped an arm over Rider’s shoulder when he jumped down from the table. “Come on; Sasha told me she ordered a new outfit for tonight. You’ll get your stamina back when you see her in it.”
“The one she let me pick out?”
Train hid his grin. The box she had carried up the steps had been big enough that it probably contained several outfits.
“Yes.” He would stop by her room before he went to his own and make sure of it.
They raced up the steps to the clubhouse, taking the one hundred plus steps two at a time. Neither of them was out of breath. They used every opportunity to work out. Keeping their reflexes and body in shape was a way of life with them. Especially since some of the brothers contracted out to the military when their expertise was needed. He was one of them. Shade was another.
There wasn’t a machine he couldn’t fly in the sky or on the road. That was why he liked working on engines. If he or one of the brothers’ lives depended on what they were riding on, it had to work.
Train used the opportunity of Rider stopping to talk to Moon to slip away upstairs to talk to Sasha. He didn’t have to knock; she was standing by her bed, trying to put a necklace on.
“Need some help?”
“Please.”
Train moved behind her, gently maneuvering the two ends together before closing the clasp.
“The brothers will be keeping you busy tonight.”
The black halter accented the large swell of her breasts. It went around her neck, crisscrossing to dip in a deep V. Her midriff then tied behind her back, where he was treated to the sight of her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath her white shorts.
“That’s the plan.” She leaned back against his chest, giving him the cleavage she exposed.
“Is this the outfit Rider picked out?” Train let his hands rest lightly on her waist.
“How’d you know?”
“Lucky guess.” The clothes would take Rider a second to get her out of.
“I’ll wear the one you picked out next time.” She rubbed her back against his chest like a cat seeking affection.
“I’ll make sure you keep that promise.” He dropped his hands, stepping away, then giving her a pat on her ass.
“You’re leaving? I thought we could get the party started?”
“I can’t. I need to shower and get changed. I invited Killyama to the party tonight.”
Sasha gave him a friendly grin. “You going to leave your door open?”
“Not tonight. I want her to get used to us before I invite others to watch.”
“Scaredy cat. Stori says she’s fierce.”
“I’m not scared; just cautious.”
“Well, if you decide to let anyone join in, let me know. I’m up to the challenge. I miss being with you.”
“You’re going to have your hands full tonight without wondering what’s going on in my bedroom.”
“You never know. She might be into it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. See you later.” Train left, hurrying to get his shower before Killyama arrived.
He had been undecided about her coming. But if he had any chance of convincing her to join The Last Riders, he had to let her see the parties. He hoped the night went well. Otherwise, it was going to be a hell storm of massive proportions.
He took a quick shower and dressed with his eyes on his watch. He didn’t want her to show up without him downstairs. The Friday night parties started anytime anyone wanted to fuck. With the hard week they had, they would be ready to blow off some steam soon.
Train was coming down the stairs when Killyama texted she was there. Opening the front door, he went outside to stand on the porch and wait for her.
He had to hang on to the balustrade when he saw her coming up the steps. The white jean top she wore was made to look like a bikini top that cupped her breasts lovingly. The material ended under her breasts, forming into fringes that gave him a glimpse of her waist. The fringes tapered to the hollow of her belly, which was exposed by her low-slung jeans that were so washed out they appeared almost white. There were so many holes, his eyes kept dipping to see the golden tan revealed through the frayed openings.
“Woman, I was already hard thinking about tonight. Now I could come just seeing you in that outfit.”
“Slow your roll, lover. We need to get a few things straight before we go inside.”
“Like what?”
“I know how this train ride goes. I’m telling you now, I’m not watching you fuck another woman.”
Train tried to douse the raging fire in his dick as he got himself back under control. Leave it to Killyama to put the brakes on before the party started.
“I told you, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll leave the party and go upstairs to my room whenever it gets too much for you.”
“Dude, as long I don’t have to watch you fuck another woman, I can handle pretty much anything.”
He nodded.
Jonas remained silent, too. She hated it when they were mad at her.
She deliberately popped her gum. When that didn’t get a reaction, she did it again.
“Jonas, taze her ass.”
“What’d you say?” He turned his head, popping his own gum.
Hammer turned the air condition up to high. “I’m in fucking hell.”
9
“That’s the last of the packages.” Train dropped the order he had finished boxing up into the cart that Rider would mail out on Monday.
“Whoop! Whoop! We’re done for the week. I’m outta here.” Ember cleaned her table off, hightailing it out of the factory so fast that Train winced at the sound of the slamming metal door.
Rider grinned at him, hopping onto a table as he waited for Train to clean up his table. “I wonder if she’s more excited about it being Friday and she has the weekend off or the party tonight.”
“The party. No one’s had time to do anything but eat and sleep all week since we had to get the orders out.”
The orders they had been working on all week had left two hours ago in their own truck, heading to the airport in Lexington. The supplies had filled all their waking hours, knowing it was going to a country that had suffered a catastrophic earthquake.
“Don’t know if I’m going to make it tonight. I’m tired as fuck.”
Train was surprised. Rider had never missed a Friday night party. The brothers always joked how he would fuck when he was half-dead, something he had actually done once.
“You’re never too tired to fuck. Something wrong?”
“Today’s Gavin’s birthday.”
Train had been busy, but he hadn’t forgotten. This morning, he had gone to the cemetery where Gavin had been buried. He had seen Viper leaving as he rode onto the property Cash owned.
Rider had been just as close to Gavin as he had. They both had lost a good friend because of Memphis. Even now, they couldn’t believe how a man they had considered a brother had betrayed them. Memphis had fooled them all. The Last Riders had taken the betrayal hard. Each of them would give their lives before another one would betray the club again.
Train wrapped an arm over Rider’s shoulder when he jumped down from the table. “Come on; Sasha told me she ordered a new outfit for tonight. You’ll get your stamina back when you see her in it.”
“The one she let me pick out?”
Train hid his grin. The box she had carried up the steps had been big enough that it probably contained several outfits.
“Yes.” He would stop by her room before he went to his own and make sure of it.
They raced up the steps to the clubhouse, taking the one hundred plus steps two at a time. Neither of them was out of breath. They used every opportunity to work out. Keeping their reflexes and body in shape was a way of life with them. Especially since some of the brothers contracted out to the military when their expertise was needed. He was one of them. Shade was another.
There wasn’t a machine he couldn’t fly in the sky or on the road. That was why he liked working on engines. If he or one of the brothers’ lives depended on what they were riding on, it had to work.
Train used the opportunity of Rider stopping to talk to Moon to slip away upstairs to talk to Sasha. He didn’t have to knock; she was standing by her bed, trying to put a necklace on.
“Need some help?”
“Please.”
Train moved behind her, gently maneuvering the two ends together before closing the clasp.
“The brothers will be keeping you busy tonight.”
The black halter accented the large swell of her breasts. It went around her neck, crisscrossing to dip in a deep V. Her midriff then tied behind her back, where he was treated to the sight of her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath her white shorts.
“That’s the plan.” She leaned back against his chest, giving him the cleavage she exposed.
“Is this the outfit Rider picked out?” Train let his hands rest lightly on her waist.
“How’d you know?”
“Lucky guess.” The clothes would take Rider a second to get her out of.
“I’ll wear the one you picked out next time.” She rubbed her back against his chest like a cat seeking affection.
“I’ll make sure you keep that promise.” He dropped his hands, stepping away, then giving her a pat on her ass.
“You’re leaving? I thought we could get the party started?”
“I can’t. I need to shower and get changed. I invited Killyama to the party tonight.”
Sasha gave him a friendly grin. “You going to leave your door open?”
“Not tonight. I want her to get used to us before I invite others to watch.”
“Scaredy cat. Stori says she’s fierce.”
“I’m not scared; just cautious.”
“Well, if you decide to let anyone join in, let me know. I’m up to the challenge. I miss being with you.”
“You’re going to have your hands full tonight without wondering what’s going on in my bedroom.”
“You never know. She might be into it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. See you later.” Train left, hurrying to get his shower before Killyama arrived.
He had been undecided about her coming. But if he had any chance of convincing her to join The Last Riders, he had to let her see the parties. He hoped the night went well. Otherwise, it was going to be a hell storm of massive proportions.
He took a quick shower and dressed with his eyes on his watch. He didn’t want her to show up without him downstairs. The Friday night parties started anytime anyone wanted to fuck. With the hard week they had, they would be ready to blow off some steam soon.
Train was coming down the stairs when Killyama texted she was there. Opening the front door, he went outside to stand on the porch and wait for her.
He had to hang on to the balustrade when he saw her coming up the steps. The white jean top she wore was made to look like a bikini top that cupped her breasts lovingly. The material ended under her breasts, forming into fringes that gave him a glimpse of her waist. The fringes tapered to the hollow of her belly, which was exposed by her low-slung jeans that were so washed out they appeared almost white. There were so many holes, his eyes kept dipping to see the golden tan revealed through the frayed openings.
“Woman, I was already hard thinking about tonight. Now I could come just seeing you in that outfit.”
“Slow your roll, lover. We need to get a few things straight before we go inside.”
“Like what?”
“I know how this train ride goes. I’m telling you now, I’m not watching you fuck another woman.”
Train tried to douse the raging fire in his dick as he got himself back under control. Leave it to Killyama to put the brakes on before the party started.
“I told you, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll leave the party and go upstairs to my room whenever it gets too much for you.”
“Dude, as long I don’t have to watch you fuck another woman, I can handle pretty much anything.”
