Train's Clash
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He savored her before breaching her defenseless pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of her carefully and watching her abdomen muscles react to what he was doing.
The muscles in her pussy tried to clench his tongue to keep it still, but he used his teeth to rake her clit, loosening her hold, and then driving his tongue higher inside of her.
“Lover, please …”
Hearing that word out of her mouth again was like a firecracker to his nuts.
Using his shoulders, he pushed her legs higher until they were beside her tits. Reaching for the condom he had placed on the nightstand, he covered his cock, angry at himself for not already having it on. He almost climaxed before he could sink his dick inside her pussy, each thrust driving his climax closer.
“Damn, I don’t want to come yet,” Train groaned.
Looking at her through the strands of his dark hair that she had loosened, he took in every detail of her expression.
He’d had so many women through the years as a Last Rider, and even before that. In fact, he had lost count of how many women. He had watched as they climaxed, learning what they liked and didn’t. But he had never seen the response or emotions Killyama expressed when he touched her.
When his hand brushed her cheek, she turned into his hand. When he thrust hard, her lashes would quiver. When his chest flattened her chain-covered breasts, her lips trembled. Every nuance of her expressions was a new experience for him.
When he sped up, driving them both to an orgasm, he held his breath, not wanting it to end, and wanting to see the breathtaking love shining through her eyes. He then watched it all disappear in an instant when she realized he was watching her.
“Dude, you can get off of me now.”
Train didn’t slow his movements. He drifted his fingers to the chain at her breasts, slowly unraveling one then the other as she sucked in a deep breath before screaming as she reached another peak.
Massaging the blood back into her breasts, he whispered in Apache a phrase his grandfather used to say to his grandmother every night.
“When you sleep at night, dream of me, as I will dream of you. So even in our dreams, we will never be apart.”
“What did you say?” With a curious expression, she twined a stand of his hair around her finger.
All of The Last Riders’ women would want to be held at night, yet Killyama scooted away, maintaining her own space. When he tried to pull her closer, she rose to go to the bathroom. The only time he had seen her accept a display of affection had been from her mother.
“I said, sweet dreams,” he told the empty room.
24
“No.”
“Come on, Viper. All I’m asking for is a favor. I don’t know why you’re complaining; it’ll solve your problem, too.” Train handed Viper another package to be loaded onto the delivery truck.
Rider gave him an encouraging nod when Viper still didn’t look convinced.
“How does inviting Sex Piston and her crew to a Friday night party solve any problems for me? It will only add to it when they tear it apart.”
“They won’t cause a fight,” Train reasoned. “And it’s not like they’ll be sneaking in … We’re inviting them. Plus, it’ll get you off the shit list with the wives, and some of the brothers, too. None of the wives are putting out since you laid down your order not to have anything to do with Killyama and her crew. Even though you rescinded the order, they’re still pissed and say they won’t put out until she comes back. I’ve asked her twice. She’s not coming. She makes me drive to Jamestown. The way it’s going, neither you or any of the married men are getting any anytime soon.”
“Winter and I aren’t having sex because she’s mad at me; she’s getting over Aisha’s birth.”
“Really?” Train rolled his eyes at Viper’s delusional comment. Aisha was six months old now. Even Train knew Winter was well passed the convalescent stage. The president of The Last Riders had more experience with women than most of them had, but where his wife was concerned, he was a sucker every time. “How about you, Razer? Cash? You two getting any?”
Razer tore his work gloves off, shoving them into his back pocket. “No.”
Train dodged a box Cash threw into the back of the truck. “No, and I wouldn’t ask Shade that question either when he comes out to check the boxes off.”
Viper put his hands on his hips, his stance becoming aggressive. “Don’t blame me if you pussies can’t control your women. They aren’t coming to the party.”
Train’s shoulders fell. He would have to wait until Shade was in a better mood to ask him for his advice on how to turn Sex Piston around. He knew she was the reason Killyama still refused to come over. When he went to the Destructors’, she could maintain the image that what was going on between them was a casual hook up. If they went to The Last Riders and saw they were a couple, then maybe Sex Piston and her bitches would thaw out and get off Killyama’s case.
“It doesn’t matter to me, Viper.” Rider placed the smaller boxes to fit between the larger ones. “But seems to me that, if Sex Piston came, she would bring Stud, and Stud could keep the bitches in control. Everyone would get what they want. If Train and Killyama get serious, and we all know that he wants to, then we’re not only making Train suffer, but the other men, too. You can’t tell me that having Shade snapping heads off is for fun. And Knox has practically ticketed the whole town for jaywalking. He even gave Willa a ticket the other day.”
Cash and Razer looked away from Viper’s hard stare.
“Go ahead and invite them. But I won’t be there, and if Lucky doesn’t agree to be in there, it’s a no go.”
“Thanks, brother!” Train held out his hand to Viper.
Viper shook his head, not accepting his hand. “That’s not all. If there are any damages, it’s coming out of your pocket.”
“They’ll behave,” Train promised. “I’ll talk to Stud, and Cade will come with Fat Louise. The only two I have to worry about is Crazy Bitch and T.A., and with a clubhouse of men to keep them occupied, they won’t want to leave.” Train tried to be upbeat to ease Viper’s fears.
“That’s what I’m worried about.” Viper frowned, but he did finally take his hand. “So, did you come up with this bright idea yourself?” He glanced accusingly at Razer and Cash.
“It was Rider’s idea.” Train believed giving credit where it was due. Besides, he could always blame Rider if his plan went haywire.
“I better go get the other cart.” Rider hightailed it into the factory.
“You took advice from Rider?” Razer straightened a stack of boxes to make room for the ones Rider would bring out. “If he gave you the idea, he must have an ulterior motive. Rider doesn’t do anything unless it benefits himself.”
Train didn’t mention the promise he had made to Rider. It didn’t matter, anyway. It was only conditional on Killyama’s agreement, and there was no way Killyama would let Rider watch. If Train was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted Rider to. He was beginning to understand why the married men didn’t share their women.
“Be careful, brother. Rider has a way of stealing the women’s heart. He’s their favorite. Hell, he eats at Lucky’s house more than he does here, and even Rachel will fry extra fish for him when he goes to her house. If I hadn’t made a play for Beth first, Rider would have been the one married with two kids.”
The muscles in her pussy tried to clench his tongue to keep it still, but he used his teeth to rake her clit, loosening her hold, and then driving his tongue higher inside of her.
“Lover, please …”
Hearing that word out of her mouth again was like a firecracker to his nuts.
Using his shoulders, he pushed her legs higher until they were beside her tits. Reaching for the condom he had placed on the nightstand, he covered his cock, angry at himself for not already having it on. He almost climaxed before he could sink his dick inside her pussy, each thrust driving his climax closer.
“Damn, I don’t want to come yet,” Train groaned.
Looking at her through the strands of his dark hair that she had loosened, he took in every detail of her expression.
He’d had so many women through the years as a Last Rider, and even before that. In fact, he had lost count of how many women. He had watched as they climaxed, learning what they liked and didn’t. But he had never seen the response or emotions Killyama expressed when he touched her.
When his hand brushed her cheek, she turned into his hand. When he thrust hard, her lashes would quiver. When his chest flattened her chain-covered breasts, her lips trembled. Every nuance of her expressions was a new experience for him.
When he sped up, driving them both to an orgasm, he held his breath, not wanting it to end, and wanting to see the breathtaking love shining through her eyes. He then watched it all disappear in an instant when she realized he was watching her.
“Dude, you can get off of me now.”
Train didn’t slow his movements. He drifted his fingers to the chain at her breasts, slowly unraveling one then the other as she sucked in a deep breath before screaming as she reached another peak.
Massaging the blood back into her breasts, he whispered in Apache a phrase his grandfather used to say to his grandmother every night.
“When you sleep at night, dream of me, as I will dream of you. So even in our dreams, we will never be apart.”
“What did you say?” With a curious expression, she twined a stand of his hair around her finger.
All of The Last Riders’ women would want to be held at night, yet Killyama scooted away, maintaining her own space. When he tried to pull her closer, she rose to go to the bathroom. The only time he had seen her accept a display of affection had been from her mother.
“I said, sweet dreams,” he told the empty room.
24
“No.”
“Come on, Viper. All I’m asking for is a favor. I don’t know why you’re complaining; it’ll solve your problem, too.” Train handed Viper another package to be loaded onto the delivery truck.
Rider gave him an encouraging nod when Viper still didn’t look convinced.
“How does inviting Sex Piston and her crew to a Friday night party solve any problems for me? It will only add to it when they tear it apart.”
“They won’t cause a fight,” Train reasoned. “And it’s not like they’ll be sneaking in … We’re inviting them. Plus, it’ll get you off the shit list with the wives, and some of the brothers, too. None of the wives are putting out since you laid down your order not to have anything to do with Killyama and her crew. Even though you rescinded the order, they’re still pissed and say they won’t put out until she comes back. I’ve asked her twice. She’s not coming. She makes me drive to Jamestown. The way it’s going, neither you or any of the married men are getting any anytime soon.”
“Winter and I aren’t having sex because she’s mad at me; she’s getting over Aisha’s birth.”
“Really?” Train rolled his eyes at Viper’s delusional comment. Aisha was six months old now. Even Train knew Winter was well passed the convalescent stage. The president of The Last Riders had more experience with women than most of them had, but where his wife was concerned, he was a sucker every time. “How about you, Razer? Cash? You two getting any?”
Razer tore his work gloves off, shoving them into his back pocket. “No.”
Train dodged a box Cash threw into the back of the truck. “No, and I wouldn’t ask Shade that question either when he comes out to check the boxes off.”
Viper put his hands on his hips, his stance becoming aggressive. “Don’t blame me if you pussies can’t control your women. They aren’t coming to the party.”
Train’s shoulders fell. He would have to wait until Shade was in a better mood to ask him for his advice on how to turn Sex Piston around. He knew she was the reason Killyama still refused to come over. When he went to the Destructors’, she could maintain the image that what was going on between them was a casual hook up. If they went to The Last Riders and saw they were a couple, then maybe Sex Piston and her bitches would thaw out and get off Killyama’s case.
“It doesn’t matter to me, Viper.” Rider placed the smaller boxes to fit between the larger ones. “But seems to me that, if Sex Piston came, she would bring Stud, and Stud could keep the bitches in control. Everyone would get what they want. If Train and Killyama get serious, and we all know that he wants to, then we’re not only making Train suffer, but the other men, too. You can’t tell me that having Shade snapping heads off is for fun. And Knox has practically ticketed the whole town for jaywalking. He even gave Willa a ticket the other day.”
Cash and Razer looked away from Viper’s hard stare.
“Go ahead and invite them. But I won’t be there, and if Lucky doesn’t agree to be in there, it’s a no go.”
“Thanks, brother!” Train held out his hand to Viper.
Viper shook his head, not accepting his hand. “That’s not all. If there are any damages, it’s coming out of your pocket.”
“They’ll behave,” Train promised. “I’ll talk to Stud, and Cade will come with Fat Louise. The only two I have to worry about is Crazy Bitch and T.A., and with a clubhouse of men to keep them occupied, they won’t want to leave.” Train tried to be upbeat to ease Viper’s fears.
“That’s what I’m worried about.” Viper frowned, but he did finally take his hand. “So, did you come up with this bright idea yourself?” He glanced accusingly at Razer and Cash.
“It was Rider’s idea.” Train believed giving credit where it was due. Besides, he could always blame Rider if his plan went haywire.
“I better go get the other cart.” Rider hightailed it into the factory.
“You took advice from Rider?” Razer straightened a stack of boxes to make room for the ones Rider would bring out. “If he gave you the idea, he must have an ulterior motive. Rider doesn’t do anything unless it benefits himself.”
Train didn’t mention the promise he had made to Rider. It didn’t matter, anyway. It was only conditional on Killyama’s agreement, and there was no way Killyama would let Rider watch. If Train was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted Rider to. He was beginning to understand why the married men didn’t share their women.
“Be careful, brother. Rider has a way of stealing the women’s heart. He’s their favorite. Hell, he eats at Lucky’s house more than he does here, and even Rachel will fry extra fish for him when he goes to her house. If I hadn’t made a play for Beth first, Rider would have been the one married with two kids.”
