Train's Clash
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“I don’t know. I like it almost as much as the wallet someone sent me a few months ago.”
She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. “The one with the long chain?”
“Yes …” Train groaned, not taking his eyes off her. “I thought maybe you sent them.”
She shook her head as she rubbed her lips over him, blowing on the spot after she had licked him, which caused Train to straighten, his hip jutting forward as his hands went behind his back to lean against the desk.
“You think I have a diamond mine in my thong? I didn’t send them. I don’t give presents like that. They cost too much,” she added.
Presents like that were like giving a part of your soul to the one receiving it.
“Are we done jabbering?” She looked up at him. “I want to end your birthday with a bang.”
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Train opened his blurry eyes, barely dodging the swinging kitchen door he had just pushed open.
“Have you seen…?” He cut himself off, his grouchy mood mildly improving.
Going to the coffee pot, he poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting down next to Killyama at the kitchen table.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have eaten with you.”
She finished a bite of her toast before she answered him. “I was going to bring you a plate in bed.”
His sour disposition vanished in a second. “Damn, I wish I had known.”
“Sorry about your luck. You want me to make you a plate?” She didn’t look anxious to get up, buttering another piece of toast.
“No, I’ll do it. Thanks, anyway.”
“No problem.” She shrugged, eating her toast.
Train was fixing himself a plate when he realized they were alone.
“Who cooked breakfast?”
“Dude, do you see anyone here but me and you?” Indignant, she got up to pour herself another glass of orange juice.
He shook his head. “No, I’m just surprised.”
“Why, that I cook or that I beat the other bitches out of bed?”
“Both, I suppose. You even made pancakes.” He placed a stack on his plate, smothering it in butter and syrup. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was still my birthday.”
“Hell no. I don’t have time for another present. I’m meeting T.A. in an hour.”
Train sat down to dig into his pancakes. He wished he had taken the time to heat up the syrup, then they would have been perfect.
Train cut off another bite of his pancakes. “You could borrow a T-shirt from me. Or, if you had woken me up, I could have borrowed some clothes for you to wear.”
“Why wake anyone else up? Doesn’t my outfit look as good this morning as it did last night?”
“Yes, but it must have been hard to cook in it,” he tried explaining.
Her acerbic reply had him wishing he had just kept his mouth shut.
“A woman always suffers when she tries to do something nice for her man and he doesn’t appreciate it.”
He stopped talking, giving his food all of his attention.
Rider came in, giving him a reprieve from Killyama who was watching him eat every bite as she leaned lazily against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her.
“What’s for breakfast?” Rider asked, staring curiously down at his plate, missing the tension between the two of them.
“Pancakes and bacon,” Killyama told him. “Sit down, and I’ll make you a plate.”
Train eyed Rider over his bite of pancakes. He had sat down and was happily watching Killyama make him a plate. Frowning, he saw her microwave the syrup before pouring it over his large stack.
“There you go. You want coffee or juice?” Her sweet voice had Train’s hair rising on the back of his neck.
“Both. I’ll—”
She put a hand on Rider’s shoulder. “You go ahead and eat while it’s still hot.”
Train chewed off a piece of his crispy bacon, seeing Rider’s gloating expression. The brother was knocking on Heaven’s door, and Train was going to answer it if Rider wasn’t careful.
Killyama went behind the counter to load the dishes with the pans she used to make breakfast as the kitchen gradually filled and the members piled up their plates.
Viper, Shade, and Cash sat down at the table with him, while the rest of the members went to the dining room to find a seat.
The men ate as their wives were drawn into a conversation with Killyama while making their plates. When they didn’t come to the table where the men had saved them a seat, the men tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but their low discussion was hard to hear.
“Rider, go see what they’re talking about?” Viper encouraged, staring at Winter, who held Aisha, not making any attempt to join him.
“I’m eating. Make Train. It’s his fault Killyama is here and they’re listening to her.”
Train started to get up, but then sat back down at Viper’s glare and Killyama asking him if he wanted anything.
“I was going to get another cup of coffee.”
“I’ll get that for you,” Lily offered.
The men’s table went silent as Lily refilled his cup, bringing it to him and then hurrying back to where the women were talking.
“Why didn’t you ask Lily what they’re talking about?” Train whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Shade.
“Because I’m clearly the only one at this table who has a dick, and I’m not worried about what they’re talking about.”
When Killyama said something to Rachel and Winter that had them arguing, Lily hushed them. Four pairs of eyes turned to the table where they were sitting before resuming what they were talking about with lowered voices.
“This is bad.” Cash was the closest to the counter, but his back was turned to it. He leaned back in his chair until it only had two legs on the floor, trying to overhear the conversation.
“Can you hear anything?”
“I thought you weren’t worried?” Train asked Shade.
“I’m not. I’m just curious.”
“Then walk your curious ass behind the kitchen counter and see what they’re talking about,” Viper snapped.
Rider started to get up. “Jesus, I’ll do it.”
“You need anything, Rider?” Killyama asked irritably.
“Uh … Is there any bacon left?”
“No, it’s all gone.”
“Never mind, then.”
Train and the rest of the men at the table blasted Rider with a look, causing him to hide behind his coffee cup.
“Killyama, I thought you were supposed to meet T.A.?”
Train didn’t know which brother kicked him under the table, but it hurt like a motherfucker.
“She texted to tell me she’s running late. Finish your breakfast.”
Killyama’s sharp response had him scooting his chair backward from the table, out of range from another kick.
“Yes, ma’am.” Train found it hard to choke down his late bite.
“I’ll give you another ten percent of the company if you break up with her. I’ll even let you pick which woman you want here. You like Dawn? She hasn’t been here in a while.” Viper’s cajoling voice dropped to a whisper as the women finally started toward their husband’s sides.
She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. “The one with the long chain?”
“Yes …” Train groaned, not taking his eyes off her. “I thought maybe you sent them.”
She shook her head as she rubbed her lips over him, blowing on the spot after she had licked him, which caused Train to straighten, his hip jutting forward as his hands went behind his back to lean against the desk.
“You think I have a diamond mine in my thong? I didn’t send them. I don’t give presents like that. They cost too much,” she added.
Presents like that were like giving a part of your soul to the one receiving it.
“Are we done jabbering?” She looked up at him. “I want to end your birthday with a bang.”
30
Train opened his blurry eyes, barely dodging the swinging kitchen door he had just pushed open.
“Have you seen…?” He cut himself off, his grouchy mood mildly improving.
Going to the coffee pot, he poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting down next to Killyama at the kitchen table.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have eaten with you.”
She finished a bite of her toast before she answered him. “I was going to bring you a plate in bed.”
His sour disposition vanished in a second. “Damn, I wish I had known.”
“Sorry about your luck. You want me to make you a plate?” She didn’t look anxious to get up, buttering another piece of toast.
“No, I’ll do it. Thanks, anyway.”
“No problem.” She shrugged, eating her toast.
Train was fixing himself a plate when he realized they were alone.
“Who cooked breakfast?”
“Dude, do you see anyone here but me and you?” Indignant, she got up to pour herself another glass of orange juice.
He shook his head. “No, I’m just surprised.”
“Why, that I cook or that I beat the other bitches out of bed?”
“Both, I suppose. You even made pancakes.” He placed a stack on his plate, smothering it in butter and syrup. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was still my birthday.”
“Hell no. I don’t have time for another present. I’m meeting T.A. in an hour.”
Train sat down to dig into his pancakes. He wished he had taken the time to heat up the syrup, then they would have been perfect.
Train cut off another bite of his pancakes. “You could borrow a T-shirt from me. Or, if you had woken me up, I could have borrowed some clothes for you to wear.”
“Why wake anyone else up? Doesn’t my outfit look as good this morning as it did last night?”
“Yes, but it must have been hard to cook in it,” he tried explaining.
Her acerbic reply had him wishing he had just kept his mouth shut.
“A woman always suffers when she tries to do something nice for her man and he doesn’t appreciate it.”
He stopped talking, giving his food all of his attention.
Rider came in, giving him a reprieve from Killyama who was watching him eat every bite as she leaned lazily against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her.
“What’s for breakfast?” Rider asked, staring curiously down at his plate, missing the tension between the two of them.
“Pancakes and bacon,” Killyama told him. “Sit down, and I’ll make you a plate.”
Train eyed Rider over his bite of pancakes. He had sat down and was happily watching Killyama make him a plate. Frowning, he saw her microwave the syrup before pouring it over his large stack.
“There you go. You want coffee or juice?” Her sweet voice had Train’s hair rising on the back of his neck.
“Both. I’ll—”
She put a hand on Rider’s shoulder. “You go ahead and eat while it’s still hot.”
Train chewed off a piece of his crispy bacon, seeing Rider’s gloating expression. The brother was knocking on Heaven’s door, and Train was going to answer it if Rider wasn’t careful.
Killyama went behind the counter to load the dishes with the pans she used to make breakfast as the kitchen gradually filled and the members piled up their plates.
Viper, Shade, and Cash sat down at the table with him, while the rest of the members went to the dining room to find a seat.
The men ate as their wives were drawn into a conversation with Killyama while making their plates. When they didn’t come to the table where the men had saved them a seat, the men tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but their low discussion was hard to hear.
“Rider, go see what they’re talking about?” Viper encouraged, staring at Winter, who held Aisha, not making any attempt to join him.
“I’m eating. Make Train. It’s his fault Killyama is here and they’re listening to her.”
Train started to get up, but then sat back down at Viper’s glare and Killyama asking him if he wanted anything.
“I was going to get another cup of coffee.”
“I’ll get that for you,” Lily offered.
The men’s table went silent as Lily refilled his cup, bringing it to him and then hurrying back to where the women were talking.
“Why didn’t you ask Lily what they’re talking about?” Train whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Shade.
“Because I’m clearly the only one at this table who has a dick, and I’m not worried about what they’re talking about.”
When Killyama said something to Rachel and Winter that had them arguing, Lily hushed them. Four pairs of eyes turned to the table where they were sitting before resuming what they were talking about with lowered voices.
“This is bad.” Cash was the closest to the counter, but his back was turned to it. He leaned back in his chair until it only had two legs on the floor, trying to overhear the conversation.
“Can you hear anything?”
“I thought you weren’t worried?” Train asked Shade.
“I’m not. I’m just curious.”
“Then walk your curious ass behind the kitchen counter and see what they’re talking about,” Viper snapped.
Rider started to get up. “Jesus, I’ll do it.”
“You need anything, Rider?” Killyama asked irritably.
“Uh … Is there any bacon left?”
“No, it’s all gone.”
“Never mind, then.”
Train and the rest of the men at the table blasted Rider with a look, causing him to hide behind his coffee cup.
“Killyama, I thought you were supposed to meet T.A.?”
Train didn’t know which brother kicked him under the table, but it hurt like a motherfucker.
“She texted to tell me she’s running late. Finish your breakfast.”
Killyama’s sharp response had him scooting his chair backward from the table, out of range from another kick.
“Yes, ma’am.” Train found it hard to choke down his late bite.
“I’ll give you another ten percent of the company if you break up with her. I’ll even let you pick which woman you want here. You like Dawn? She hasn’t been here in a while.” Viper’s cajoling voice dropped to a whisper as the women finally started toward their husband’s sides.
