“No, I don’t,” Peyton said firmly before changing the subject back to Train. “How long have you known him?”

Her mother curled up in her father’s recliner as she drew. Killyama was used to her mother not talking as she worked, giving herself free reign to talk about Train now that she had decided to introduce him to her.

By almost one a.m., she couldn’t sit still any longer. She stretched when they finished for the night.

“Mama?”

Her mother looked up from placing the pencils she was working with neatly back into their case. “Yes?”

“Will you draw me a picture of Train?”

“You’ve never asked me to draw a picture before.”

“I thought, if we work out, I could give it to him.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Her mother arched a curved brow.

“Then I’ll make a dartboard out of it.”

Killyama could easily see out to the parking lot from where she sat. If she got any freaking closer, her nose would be pressed to the tinted window. The parking lot in front of the Destructors’ was filled with motorcycles, except for the one she was waiting for.

She propped her legs up on the chair in front of her, using them to silently warn the men not to join her. Then her eyes dropped to her cell phone that was staring blankly up at her. Train had texted her two hours, saying he would be there by now. Thankfully, Sex Piston wasn’t there to witness her being stood up.

“Come dance with me. You’re wasting time waiting for a man who’s not going to show.”

Killyama didn’t take her eyes off the window, telling Bear, “It’s mine to waste.”

“I don’t get it. What does he have that you can’t get right here?”

“Rhythm. You suck at dancing.”

She heard his boots walking away.

Dropping her legs to the floor, she started to scoot out from the table when she saw Train turning into the parking lot. He held the heavy bike steady as he found a spot at the end of a row.

She turned her chair so she was facing the bar and pool table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Train coming in through the door, scanning the crowd for her. Spotting her, he made his way directly to her table, despite several of the men yelling out greetings to him.

“I’m sorry. Viper—”

“Dude, I’m not married to you; I don’t need to hear your excuse.”

Train’s mouth closed with a snap.

Standing, she walked to the edge of the dance floor. “You coming?” It wasn’t one of her favorite songs, but she began dancing to the loud music.

Train took his jacket off, setting it down on a chair before coming to stand next to her. “You never act the way I expect you to.”

“How am I supposed to act?”

“I don’t know. Cuss at me, dance with someone else … I even thought you might have gone home.”

“That’s a lot of deep thoughts for a man. Why didn’t you just call and find out; save yourself the suspense?”

“I didn’t want you to tell me to fuck off, or to not bother coming.”

Killyama slipped one thigh between his. “You thought I’d be a bitch to you?”

“Yeah.”

“If you show, you show. It’s no big deal. I was hanging out, anyway. I save my bitching skills for stuff that’s important.”

“I don’t know if I should be relieved or pissed off.” Train brought his hands to her hips, pulling her closer until her pussy was riding his thigh as they danced.

“Take your pick. Just keep moving. What you’re doing feels good.”

“Next time, I’ll call.”

“Maybe I’ll answer.” She pressed her breasts against his chest as she slipped her arms around his waist, tucking her hands into his back pockets so she could guide his hips where she wanted them.

She wanted to drag him to one of the spare bedrooms and fuck him until he begged for mercy. Instead, she continued to dance, trying to appear as if his closeness wasn’t getting to her.

“You smell good tonight.” She wanted to take back the compliment as soon as it slipped out of her mouth.

Train grinned down at her. Bastard knew he was punching her ticket.

“It’s just soap and water. I don’t have to worry about the brothers borrowing the expensive shower gels most of them use.”

“I knew you had more in common with the Destructors than the brand of beer you like. They don’t use the expensive shit, either.” She was teasing, but Train’s expression grew grim, and he dropped his thigh, no longer moving.

“You shower with the men often?”

“You being serious? If I asked you that question, you’d think I was all in your grill. If you want to ask if I fucked any of the men here, ask. If not, move those feet; you’re going too damn slow.”

His feet didn’t budge. “I’m asking.”

“I thought me lying to you was your rule breaker, not if I’m fucking other dudes.”

“I didn’t say it was a rule breaker. I just want to know.”

“And if I am?”

“Then I want to know who.” Train ignored Bear when he bumped into him as he danced with Jenna. The big man had two left feet, and Train wasn’t getting out of his way. “Then I’ll need to have a talk with Stud. I wouldn’t want to start a fight without letting the president of the club know.”

Bear was becoming irritating. The burly man was dancing like a bull in a china shop. He always managed to miss Killyama, but kept bumping into Train.

“I’m not saying I haven’t fucked one or two of the brothers here, but I haven’t in a few months.” Killyama caressed Train’s buttocks. None of the men could see her hands in his pockets, but he could feel her pacifying gesture.

Train started moving his feet again. “Have you decided if we’re going to do this?”

“I guess so.” She shrugged. “I’m here dancing with you, aren’t I?”

His hard expression finally relaxed.

“Damn, dude, I didn’t expect you to get so hot under the collar about me doing other men. I didn’t take you for the jealous type. Is it just the Destructors you don’t want me fucking, or does that include The Last Riders?”

From his brooding gaze, either Train didn’t want to answer her question, or he couldn’t. She was glad he didn’t, because she wouldn’t have been happy with the answer she was sure he would have given.

The Last Riders didn’t share pussy with other clubs, but sharing it among themselves was expected. Beth and Lily had never shared the details of the Friday night parties they had attended. How far the sisters went during those parties was anyone’s guess. Killyama was guessing not far, though. Or, at least that was the hope she clung to. That, and her and Train could somehow work out a relationship they could live with, and wouldn’t leave one—meaning her—doing what they didn’t want to do.

She didn’t want to have sex with any other Last Rider, and she sure as hell didn’t want to watch Train giving it to another woman in front of her.

Maybe renting a porn would be a compromise they could both live with.

“Who are you smiling at?” Train looked over his shoulder suspiciously.