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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Resting her head against his chest, she clutched fistfuls of his T-shirt, trying to decide if she was going to pull him closer or push him away. Train made the decision for her, burrowing his hands in her hair then lifting her mouth until there wasn’t an escape for her. Claiming her lips, he drove his tongue into her mouth, tilting her head so she had to part her lips wider until her jaw started to ache when she didn’t respond.

“Kiss me back.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Don’t lie to me. Kiss me … please.”

It was the plea that did her in. Hating herself, she responded to him the way she had promised herself she wouldn’t. Then, when the hard ridge of his dick rubbed against her waist, she melted into the wall at her back.

“Let’s go inside …” His throaty murmur had her sliding out from under him.

“No.” If she took him inside, Sex Piston and crew would know she had caved.

She started to open the door, but Train’s arm came around her waist, pulling her back into his chest.

“We could get a motel room, or go to my club. I don’t care where we go.”

Killyama wavered, letting him pull her away from the door, while she half-heartedly tried to struggle free.

“I can’t.” This time when she managed to get loose, she turned to face him. Her rampant heartbeat and the throb in her aching pussy were signs it took only a touch from the man before she reconsidered taking a chance with him.

“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.”



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