“The only high I’m on tonight is you.”
“Lover, I’m trying to give you the best birthday blowjob you’ve ever had. Don’t ruin it.”
“No blowjob is going to beat the present I got earlier today.” His husky voice had her lifting her head.
“What was it? A pillowcase with a pair of tits stenciled on it?”
“Do they make those?”
“Lover, you can make anything, if you want it bad enough. If it wasn’t that, what was it?”
“Someone sent me a bike roll of tools.”
“Who gave it to you?” She reached into the front of his jeans to pull out his cock.
“I don’t know. I like it almost as much as the wallet someone sent me a few months ago.”
She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. “The one with the long chain?”
“Yes …” Train groaned, not taking his eyes off her. “I thought maybe you sent them.”
She shook her head as she rubbed her lips over him, blowing on the spot after she had licked him, which caused Train to straighten, his hip jutting forward as his hands went behind his back to lean against the desk.
“You think I have a diamond mine in my thong? I didn’t send them. I don’t give presents like that. They cost too much,” she added.
Presents like that were like giving a part of your soul to the one receiving it.
“Are we done jabbering?” She looked up at him. “I want to end your birthday with a bang.”
30
Train opened his blurry eyes, barely dodging the swinging kitchen door he had just pushed open.
“Have you seen…?” He cut himself off, his grouchy mood mildly improving.
Going to the coffee pot, he poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting down next to Killyama at the kitchen table.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have eaten with you.”
She finished a bite of her toast before she answered him. “I was going to bring you a plate in bed.”
His sour disposition vanished in a second. “Damn, I wish I had known.”
“Sorry about your luck. You want me to make you a plate?” She didn’t look anxious to get up, buttering another piece of toast.
“No, I’ll do it. Thanks, anyway.”
“No problem.” She shrugged, eating her toast.
Train was fixing himself a plate when he realized they were alone.
“Who cooked breakfast?”
“Dude, do you see anyone here but me and you?” Indignant, she got up to pour herself another glass of orange juice.
He shook his head. “No, I’m just surprised.”
“Why, that I cook or that I beat the other bitches out of bed?”
“Both, I suppose. You even made pancakes.” He placed a stack on his plate, smothering it in butter and syrup. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was still my birthday.”
“Hell no. I don’t have time for another present. I’m meeting T.A. in an hour.”
Train sat down to dig into his pancakes. He wished he had taken the time to heat up the syrup, then they would have been perfect.
Train cut off another bite of his pancakes. “You could borrow a T-shirt from me. Or, if you had woken me up, I could have borrowed some clothes for you to wear.”
“Why wake anyone else up? Doesn’t my outfit look as good this morning as it did last night?”
“Yes, but it must have been hard to cook in it,” he tried explaining.
Her acerbic reply had him wishing he had just kept his mouth shut.
“A woman always suffers when she tries to do something nice for her man and he doesn’t appreciate it.”
He stopped talking, giving his food all of his attention.
Rider came in, giving him a reprieve from Killyama who was watching him eat every bite as she leaned lazily against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her.
“What’s for breakfast?” Rider asked, staring curiously down at his plate, missing the tension between the two of them.
“Pancakes and bacon,” Killyama told him. “Sit down, and I’ll make you a plate.”
Train eyed Rider over his bite of pancakes. He had sat down and was happily watching Killyama make him a plate. Frowning, he saw her microwave the syrup before pouring it over his large stack.
“There you go. You want coffee or juice?” Her sweet voice had Train’s hair rising on the back of his neck.
“Both. I’ll—”
She put a hand on Rider’s shoulder. “You go ahead and eat while it’s still hot.”
Train chewed off a piece of his crispy bacon, seeing Rider’s gloating expression. The brother was knocking on Heaven’s door, and Train was going to answer it if Rider wasn’t careful.
Killyama went behind the counter to load the dishes with the pans she used to make breakfast as the kitchen gradually filled and the members piled up their plates.
Viper, Shade, and Cash sat down at the table with him, while the rest of the members went to the dining room to find a seat.