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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“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.

“Do you see me staring at anyone but you?”

“Just checking.”

She gripped his ass tighter as they danced a couple of songs before deciding to play pool. She won all three games and, when Rabbit asked if he could play, she let the two men have it, taking a stool to watch.

She ordered beers for the men who gathered around to watch Train beat Rabbit, and then he won against Bear. When he won against Pike, she ordered them all a shot of whiskey.

“Where you going? Let’s play another game.”

Train shook his head when Pike tried to coax him into another game. “Another time. I don’t want Killyama getting bored.”

Killyama tipped her shot glass, saluting him. “Good save. You know they’re all scared of me and wouldn’t bug you to play after that excuse.”

He grinned. “It worked, didn’t it?”

She smiled back, giving him the beer she had ordered for him.

He was thirstily drinking it when Jenna held out her hand. “That’ll be a hundred and seventy-five dollars.”

Train lowered his beer bottle, staring down at it like it was somehow made out of gold. “I thought a beer is five bucks if you don’t belong to the club. If it costs me a hundred and seventy-five dollars for you to bring it to me, next time, I’ll get it out of the cooler myself.”

“It’s not for one beer. Killyama said the last three rounds for the men were on you.”

Train tilted his beer to his mouth, finishing it before setting it down on the table. Then he reached for his wallet.

Killyama humorously watched him fork over the money he had just won.



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