“Why not?”

Killyama had never let herself be vulnerable, and she didn’t plan to start now. How could she tell him that she wanted to have sex with him again so badly that her body was growing wet just thinking about it? That she already had feelings for him, and she was afraid he was going to break her heart? That if he wanted payback for Sasha and left her hurting to get revenge for The Last Riders, he had already succeeded?

Killyama couldn’t tell him, because she wasn’t able to voice her fears, unlike most women were willing to do. It was useless to stay and continue talking to him.

She pivoted on her heels …

“What if we each picked one make-it-or-break-it rule?”

Killyama turned back, staring at his face in the moonlight. “Are you serious? We tried this before.”

His eyes were unwavering, staring back. “I remember. Deep down, I knew you were lying, but I wanted you in my bed bad enough that I took a chance. I’m willing to take another. Shade says I’m terrible at poker, at gambling, but I’m willing to roll the dice and try again.”

“Why?” Her raspy words brought a tenderness to his gaze that had a lump rising in her throat.

“Because I care about you. I like spending time with you.” He reached out to take her hand, pulling her to him. “You make me laugh.”

“I make you laugh?”

“Yes. That’s important to a man.”

Laughter was good. Laughter was a good and open emotion that men usually didn’t talk about wanting from a woman. They weren’t explicit emotions any woman could make him feel. It was how a part of her affected him that he couldn’t get from any other woman, even from those he had ready access to.

“I’m not saying I’ll think about it, but what would be your rule breaker?”

“That you would never lie to me.”

Killyama licked her lips. “You won’t like my rule.”

“Try me.” His sensual lips curled into a smile that had her wanting to say fuck it. Regardless, she was the one who had to live with herself in the morning.

“No other women. That’s my rule breaker.”

“Would you be able to take my word that I’m not fucking around on you when you’re not there, knowing the women in the club will be giving it to the other brothers?”

“If a man is going to cheat, he is going to cheat, regardless of where he’s at. Stud could cheat anytime he walks through the club doors without Sex Piston, but he doesn’t. Or, if he does, none of us would know. Sex Piston trusts him, and I do, too.”

“Then let’s give it a try.”

He lifted their clasped hands to her breasts, rubbing his knuckles across her nipple.

She gave him a quick half-smile. “I’ll think about it.”

Train laughed, letting her hand drop to her side. “You want to spend the day with me tomorrow, thinking it over?”

“I’m busy tomorrow.”

“Doing what?”

“I need to help my mom with a few chores.”

“I’m off tomorrow. I could help.”

“You sure you want to? I can spring for pizza when we’re done,” she magnanimously offered. “I’ll text you the address.”

Hearing the door open, Killyama turned to see Sex Piston blatantly eavesdropping.

“Your beer is getting warm.”

“I’m coming.” Killyama took the silent hint that her friend wasn’t going to leave her alone with Train. She went through the door that Sex Piston held open, telling Train, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Sex Piston slammed the door on whatever he had said in response.

She almost laughed when she saw Train come back inside the clubhouse seconds later, finding a spot next to Calder.

“Bitch, you need your head examined for even talking to him.” Sex Piston’s hard eyes bore into her.

“I’m not stupid. I took everything he had to say with a grain of salt.” Killyama winced when she took a sip of her beer. It tasted like warm piss. She hated the taste of beer unless it was ice cold and had a shot of tequila to follow it.

“Why give him the opportunity? You’re going to get sucked in—”

“Is that so bad?” Killyama snapped. “Beth and Lily are happy. Willa, Winter, and Rachel seem happy. Why would it be such a stretch of the imagination that Train could make me happy?”

The women seated around her gazed at her in sympathy.

“You think everything he says is bullshit, don’t you?”

T.A. nervously twisted her beer mug by the handle. “Yes, but if you want to go for it, I’m with you.”

Out of all the bitches, T.A. was the most optimistic about men. She would give any man a chance, which was why she had slept with most of the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen. She kept hoping she would find the one man who wouldn’t let her down, in bed and out. So far, her hook-ups had ended in failure.

“I think she should go for it, too. It’s better than her moving away,” Crazy Bitch gave her own two cents, which didn’t make Sex Piston any happier. “You want me to call Fat Louise and see what she thinks?”

“Hell no. I know what Fat Louise would say. She’d tell you to fuck him.” Sex Piston’s lips tightened when boisterous laughter came from the bar. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the men were talking about them. “I’m not going to play the bad guy. You’re going to do what you want to do, regardless of what I say. I don’t want you to move, either, but if he’s why you want to move away from us, then I’d rather you do it now. At least you’d come back when you got over him. I’m worried that, if you did get serious with him and it didn’t last, you’d move away anyway, and after being with him, you wouldn’t ever come back.”

To Sex Piston, it wasn’t a decision between if Train would hurt her but when.

“Or maybe I can spend some time with him and find out I don’t want him. That’s what normal people do.”

T.A. shook her head. “We’re not normal.”

“If you fuck him …” Sex Piston started.

“I’m not going to fuck him.”

The women stared at her in shock.

“I’m not,” Killyama stated. “Yet. Or at least not until I’m sure he can keep his dick to himself.”

T.A.’s eyes widened. “How?”

“It’s not like Beth or Lily won’t tell me.” She shrugged. “I just want to find out if the man can stop banging every tail that comes within sniffing distance, or if he will be content to wait until his balls are blue, if that’s what it takes to get me in his bed.”

“What if Beth and Lily don’t know what’s going on in the clubhouse when they’re not there?” T.A. waved Pike away as he started to approach.

“Do you really think that if Train starts cheating on me, I won’t know? There isn’t a man alive who can pull that wool over my eyes. A man acts differently when he has blue balls than he does when he has a happy dick. If he lies to me about cheating with those hos, you won’t have to worry about me moving to Knoxville; you’ll be visiting me in Danville.” Killyama wasn’t joking, and they knew it.