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)
“Damn, that must have hurt.” Rider’s cheerful attitude had him wishing he had caught a ride with Shade and the women. “What’s your next move, since that one didn’t work out so hot?”
“I don’t know. Sex Piston told me I had to get past her first.”
“She said that?”
Train nodded. “She came right out and told me I wasn’t getting into her bitch’s panties without her say-so.”
“You going to ask Shade what he would do?”
“I don’t need Shade’s advice.” He would, but he wouldn’t admit it to Rider if his balls were on fire.
“You need more than Shade’s advice; you need a fucking miracle.”
Train looked up to see they were stopped at a red light. Rider was waving at an attractive woman in a sports car who was waving back. Maybe the person he should be asking was sitting right next to him. If Rider knew he wanted his advice, though, he would never hear the end of it.
Trying to be cool, he nonchalantly asked, “What would you do?”
Rider took his eyes off the blonde, who looked like she was ready to jump out of her car and into their truck, and looked at him. “What would I do?” he asked in shock.
Flushing, Train clenched his jaw. “Yes, how would you make Sex Piston like you?”
The light turned green. “Give me a minute to think.” Rider’s face turned thoughtful.
He should have just kept his big mouth shut until he could talk to Shade.
“I know.” Rider snapped his fingers.
“What is it?” Train asked when Rider didn’t tell him right away.
“What’s in it for me? I did my good deed for the day when I loaned you my bike.”
Train sighed. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
Train did. Rider was curious about how Killyama was in bed. He had repeatedly asked what she had done to him the night she had spent in the clubhouse to make him yell out. Train had never answered his questions. Now Rider wanted to watch when Train had sex with her.
“I’ll tell you what. You help me figure out how to get past Sex Piston, and if Killyama ever lets me invite anyone to watch, you have first dibs.”
Rider shrugged. “I can live with that.”
“So…?” If the brother didn’t wipe that expression off his face, Train was going to deck him when the truck came to a stop. The randy bastard was anticipating more than just watching. He was going to be shit out of luck, unless Killyama was on board.
He listened to Rider’s plan for the rest of the ride back to the clubhouse. Then, when he pulled into the parking lot, Train could only stare at him.
“Viper will never go for it,” was all Train could say.
“Convincing Viper is up to you. I’m only telling you what I would do.”
“It’ll never work.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ask. If he won’t do it, ask Winter to try to persuade him.”
“I stand a better chance asking Stud if I can adopt one of his kids. I’ll try it on my own. If not, then I’ll ask Viper.”
They got out of the truck to unload Rider’s bike.
“I don’t envy you. I don’t know what’s worse: Sex Piston liking you or hating your guts.”
“I’ll just be happy if she doesn’t try to poison my beer when I’m not looking.”
“I take it you’re going to take up Stud’s offer of a beer sooner than he expected?”
Train nodded. “As soon I get cleaned up.”
“I’ve got this. Go ahead,” Rider offered when they unloaded the bike.
“You sure? I was going to wash it for you.”
“I’ll do it.” Rider was meticulous in caring for his bikes, and he hardly offered to loan them out.
“Thanks, brother.”
“I’d say any time, but I would be lying,” Rider joked as he pushed the motorcycle through the back entrance of the factory where he kept his collection under lock and key.
Train took the steps two at a time. Killyama or Sex Piston might not be at the Destructors’ clubhouse when he showed, but he would use the opportunity to become more at ease with the men in the club. So far, he had only gotten to know Stud and talked a time or two with Cade. If he was going to make a relationship with Killyama work, he needed to get used to hanging out with all of them. If they were as close-knit as The Last Riders, Sex Piston wasn’t going to be his only challenge.
He heard everyone in the kitchen when he came through the front door. The living room was empty. From the aroma, The Last Riders were settling down to dinner. He wanted to join them, but he continued up the steps.
When he had tried to talk Killyama into joining the club, he had expected her to make the sacrifice of giving up a club she loved for him. Staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, he thought, if they couldn’t come up with a compromise, he could be the one choosing another club to make someone else happy.