Train’s Clash (Biker Bitches #4) Read Online Jamie Begley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Biker Bitches Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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His kisses weren’t working. Deciding to go for it, he slid his hand over her flat waistline.

“Why aren’t they here?”

Train lifted his head. “I don’t know. Want me to call and ask?” He tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, realizing he failed when she shot him a withering look.

“Excuse me, but I ain’t exactly used to being surrounded by people fucking.”

Her humor drove his irritation away.

“I didn’t take you for being shy.” He glided his hand down to rest between her thighs.

“I’m not going to fuck you in front of everyone to prove I’m not shy.”

“I don’t expect you to. I wanted you to prove to me that being close to me makes you horny.”

“You’re always wanting me to prove shit to you. What about me?”

“What do you want me to prove to you?”

She didn’t answer.

“Just ask.”

“Okay. That you will trust me no matter what.”

Trust didn’t come easy for him. He never trusted anyone, except the brothers. However, she was out of her comfort zone, and she was trusting him with her body, so the least he could do was trust her. Within reason.

“I don’t trust anyone like that.”

“Not even The Last Riders?”

“Except for The Last Riders,” Train clarified.

“And I’m not a Last Rider; is that what you’re saying?”

“Not yet.”

“You don’t give up, do you?”

Train shook his head with a grin. “Not when I care about something.”

“Do you care about me?”

Train held her stare, not letting her look away. “Yes.”

Her body became limp as she twined her arms around his neck. “Do me a favor?”

“You need something to eat or drink?”

“No.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when she licked a path from his neck to his ear.

“I need more action and less talking.”

10

Killyama allowed herself to become more comfortable. She wanted to switch the conversation from anything that concerned their emotions. Unsaid emotions couldn’t come back to haunt you. When they weren’t together anymore, she would eventually get over not having the sex, but feelings always came back to bite you in the ass.

He thought she was being shy, attending her first Last Rider party. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it all before in the backseat of her car.

All the bitches were jealous. They had all wanted to come. Cade had put his foot down, though. Sex Piston had kept mumbling that Stud would divorce her if she ditched his race to go to a Last Rider party, and she had told Crazy Bitch she wasn’t going without her.

She let Train take over the kiss, knowing men liked that shit.

Killyama lifted one eyelash to see Ember had simply raised her short dress to her hips, sinking down on a condom-covered cock that Crash had readied.

“Holy Moses!” she said to herself, but Train had lifted his mouth from hers at the exclamation.

She hadn’t seen that in the backseat of her car. She would have bitch-slapped any of her friends who showed that fancy shave job to their current dickheads.

Killyama had never been brave enough to go completely bare for three reasons. Number one: it hurt like a mother to have a complete waxing. Second: she preferred the runway effect—it gave the dickheads somewhere to aim for. The final and most important reason: it seriously hurt like a mother.

She might have to reconsider. She didn’t want to be compared to Uncle Fester’s Thing when Train went down on her. A girl had to do what a girl had to do to keep her man happy. However, he had to pass the final test before she decided to keep him, and she was willing to bet the last dollar sitting in her wallet that he would fail. She had never wanted a man to prove her wrong so badly.

The scary part was she was falling in love with him, and she knew he didn’t feel the same. He didn’t tremble when she touched him, nor did he worry about her when she wasn’t there. When she had gotten shot, he had only come to the hospital with Lucky. She had even accepted that he would fuck around on her, which truthfully had never been a deal breaker with her.

Men could be faithful to a job, to their friends. Hell, they would even be loyal to their dog before they were faithful to their wives. That was why she had sworn never to get married.

She wiggled on Train’s lap when he squeezed her thigh before going back to her crotch. He took it as an invitation when, in reality, she couldn’t decide if she was into it or not. It was kind of distracting to see a woman get fucked a few feet away from where she was sitting. Therefore, she tried to focus on Train instead, but it was hard with the music blaring and the woman screaming, “Fuck me harder!”



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