Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“So you’re going to teach him a lesson?” Sex Piston asked suspiciously.
“Yes.”
“How long is this lesson going to take?”
“I don’t know. One or two times. As good as he was tonight, maybe three.”
“That’s the bitch I know and love.”
The whole table broke out laughing as Cade set a mug of beer down in front of her.
“Is it safe to come back?”
“Can we dance?” Fat Louise tugged on Cade’s arm before he could sit down again.
“Sure.”
Killyama watched as they left, skirting the crowd to find a spot on the dance floor. When she saw Train dancing with Jewell, she turned back around, keeping her expression nonchalant, to meet Crazy Bitch’s eyes.
“It’s not going to be as easy as you think.”
“If not, then I won’t see him again.”
“Men are poison.”
“They have their uses,” T.A. said as she swayed in her chair before turning to flirt with Rider, who was sitting at the next table with Bliss and Drake.
“Name one thing that a vibrator can’t do better,” Crazy Bitch said caustically.
“A vibrator won’t miss you when you’re gone,” Sex Piston spoke up, smiling toward Stud as he pulled a chair up to sit down next to her.
“It’s also there when you need it, which is more than I can say about any man I’ve been with.”
“Then you’ve been with the wrong men,” Calder said as he came up and leaned a hand on the back of Crazy Bitch’s chair.
“I’ve been with enough to know they’re all the same.”
“You haven’t been out with me.”
“That’s because you were so high you stood me up, which makes my point valid.”
Calder’s face turned red. “I told you I was sorry when I got out of rehab. I’m clean. Give me another chance. We could dance or go for a ride—whatever you want.”
“No thanks. I’m good.”
“I’ll dance with you.” T.A. hastily stood at Calder’s suggestion.
“Can you handle two?” Killyama asked.
“Always.” Calder nodded, and Killyama rose to her feet.
She had talked to him a few times since he had been out of rehab. She had expected him to slide back into the addiction that had him doing prison time, but so far, he had remained clean.
Killyama and T.A. let Calder dance between them as the music rose loud enough that she expected the old building to collapse. Calder would focus on T.A. for a minute, and then he would give Killyama a share of his attention. He kept his hands to himself until the music turned seductive. Then it wasn’t Calder who was doing the touching; it was T.A. and Killyama. It was hard not to.
Calder was as handsome as his brother. Maybe more so. He had a rougher, tougher attitude than Stud did, though. That was like catnip to women. Even The Last Riders’ women were giving him the once-over as he easily kept up with the two women who were having fun teasing the man.
“Need some help?”
Before Calder could answer, Train snagged Killyama around the waist, lifting her off her feet until she was plastered to his body.
When Calder would have reached out to take her out of his arms, Killyama stopped him.
“It’s cool.”
“You sure?”
Calder and Train stared at each other, daring the other to instigate the fight brewing between them.
“I’m sure.” She nodded. “Without me, you can teach T.A. how to dance. She broke two of my toes.”
“I know how to dance. It’s not my fault my breasts get in the way so I can’t see my feet.”
“I should be so lucky,” Killyama wisecracked despite becoming aggravated by Train’s arrogance of carrying her to a dark corner of the dance floor.
“I knew you were a smart woman,” Train said as he set her down on her feet.
“Why? Because I didn’t let Calder beat the crap out of you?”
“No, because you stopped me from beating the crap out of him.”
“Who’s being a psycho now? You couldn’t take Calder if he had both his hands and feet tied behind his back.”
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Train grimly started toward Calder.
Killyama grabbed the back of his T-shirt, jerking him to a stop. “Is this a joke? Beth and Lily both say you never fight.”
Train gaped at her. He looked like she had just called him a pussy. “When did they say that?”
“I don’t remember. Does it matter?”
“I fight all the time. Go ask Rider or Moon.”
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I’ve only had a couple of drinks tonight, and that was a couple of hours ago.”
“Then I don’t understand …”
Train released a ragged sigh. “I didn’t like seeing you dancing with him.”
“Tough titty. I don’t have to put up with this bullshit … The Last Riders share women all the time. You think I’m buying this He-Man attitude because I danced with another man?”
“I wanted you to stay the night.”
His reluctant admission had Killyama wanting to give in to him and give him everything he wanted, but she wasn’t going to do it. They weren’t in a normal relationship, and the sooner he figured that out, the better it would be for both of them. She would never be happy as a Last Rider, and Train didn’t want a woman who wasn’t one.