Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4) - Page 33

She buried her head in his shoulder. “If I ever scream that loud, tape my mouth shut.”

Train gave a low growl. “It doesn’t bother me. I think it’s hot to know a woman is enjoying what I’m doing.”

“I don’t think it’s hot. I think it’s called self-control.”

“Don’t you ever just loosen up?”

“No.”

“Try. You might enjoy it.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You don’t have to take my word for it. I can show you.” He sprawled lower in the chair.

His hard body was always a source of temptation to her. Adding to that, his dark eyes turned slumberous, sending a tingle up her back. The possessive way he looked at her instantly made her wary to what he would do next.

He slid down one tiny strap that held her top up, lifting her up slightly to use his mouth to loosen the material and expose a nipple to his seeking lips.

Killyama wasn’t thrilled about letting the club see her. Her fingers went to his hair, intending to pull him away, yet she somehow lost the will when his teeth bit down on the tender nipple.

She promised herself she would stop him in a minute. Then another one passed, and she found herself saying another. When he moved to her other breast, she almost jumped off his lap, but Train forestalled her, pinching the sensitive nipple he had been torturing and holding her in place as he licked her other nipple

“That’s not fair,” she gasped.

“I don’t play fair.”

She couldn’t move, pinned like an unwilling captive. She was beginning to understand the draw of The Last Riders. They had the uncanny ability to make the women comfortable in their sexuality. They let the women know nothing was off limits. Hell, it was encouraged.

Killyama tried in vain to drag herself to solid ground again. She rose up, gasping out, which only drove her nipple deeper into his suckling mouth.

Staring down at Train with his mouth on her flesh, she let go of his hair to put her hands on his shoulder. She didn’t know if she was trying to get away or give him more. He made up her mind for her, arching his hips so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her butt. Wiggling, she tried to ease the ache that had her growing wet, when the snap of her jeans was released.

As she put her hand over his to stop him, she became distracted as Ember and Crash came. She was so hot she felt as if steam was coming out of her jeans.

Train let her hand remain still as she got herself under control, making no effort to continue the heavy petting. Then, when Ember moved away and Crash went upstairs, she forgot all about the others in the room. No one could really see them, not unless they were standing at the bar, and most of them were dancing and playing pool.

Train slipped out of her grasp, and she let him slide his hand down the front of her jeans until he covered her pussy. She locked her thighs together, not to keep him away, but to increase the pressure. Then he stopped, pulling his hand back. She thought he would stop altogether. Instead, he lifted one of her legs over the arm of the chair then put his hand back on her pussy.

His shoulders blocked anyone from being able to watch as he pressed down on her, making circling motions that took all her willpower away. She wanted to stretch out her legs, but he controlled her movements, using his biceps to pin her. Killyama felt as if she were on a rack, breathlessly waiting for him to put her out of her torment.

Train then lifted his lips from her red, sensitive nipple, trailing kisses to the curve of her breast where he sucked hard at a tiny bit of her skin. It sent a jolt straight to her pussy.

“Let’s go to your room …” she pleaded, unable to take his teasing any longer.

“Why? There isn’t anything there that I can’t do right here.”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me here.”

“We have all night to fuck.”

“If you’re not going to put me out of misery, then why are we fooling around?”

“Anticipation.”

“You’re so fucking funny.” Her frustration had her snapping at him. “Hammer said you didn’t have a sense of humor. Now I believe him.”

As soon as Hammer’s name came out of her mouth, she wanted to slap herself.

Train’s lips curled up in a grin. “I never joked around with Hammer. We’re usually too busy trying to get our ass out of Dodge.”

Killyama narrowed her eyes on Train’s unsurprised face. “How long have you known?”

“That you know Hammer and Jonas?”

She nodded abruptly.

“A while.”

“Why didn’t you say something? To me or to them? Hammer and Jonas have been running around Jamestown, trying to avoid you seeing them.”

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