“She doesn’t dock me. She always tells me to take my time.”
Probably because she enjoys having you out of sight, Train thought.
None of The Last Riders could stand the braggart, but Jewell, as the factory’s manager, had to deal with him the most. The club kept hoping he would slip up and say something to one of the brothers, or he would really fuck up and make a play for Jewell. He hadn’t, and the club was getting tired of tolerating him.
Shade just wanted to kill him and be done with it, but Viper wouldn’t give the go-ahead because Curt had family in town. If he went missing, it would draw suspicion toward The Last Riders, and without proof, he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Therefore, until Viper had proof that Curt had been raping women in town, something they had been told had been happening for years, they had to let the fucker keep breathing.
“Who’s the wallbanger? You guys need to hook me up in becoming a Last Rider if you’re getting that piece of ass.”
Train turned to see who Curt was staring at with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. Killyama was walking toward the front of the factory.
Train took a step forward so she would see him, giving a whistle. Stopping, she swerved and walked toward him.
He almost chuckled when he saw the anger glinting in her eyes as she drew closer.
“You see a leash on my neck?”
“I was trying to save you a trip inside,” Train explained, noticing Curt was putting out his cigarette with his work boot.
“Next time, just yell,” she snapped.
“I’ll do that. What—”
“Are you going to introduce me or what?”
The way she was staring at Curt made his flesh crawl. Stiffening, he made the introductions, deliberately giving Killyama’s nickname as an introduction.
Curt’s eyes widened, taking in her T-shirt that read “Try This” in bright red letters, her blue shorts, and her tan ankle boots that had a strap crisscrossing the front to tie at the back with fringes dangling down.
“It’s nice to meet you. You here to place an order? I can help—”
“She’s here to see me,” Train cut Curt off, shifting away from the door to move beside Killyama.
“You work here?” Ignoring Train, she didn’t take her eyes off Curt.
“Yeah, I can take care of anything you need,” Curt insinuated, puffing his chest out at her interest.
Train was ready to blow all efforts The Last Riders had done in the months since Curt had been hired, wanting to plant his fist in the man’s smirking face.
“Then don’t you think you should get your ass back to work? I’m sure The Last Riders don’t pay you to shoot the shit with me.”
Curt’s face turned ruddy red as he jerked the back door open.
“Dude, I’d lay off the beers, or buy a bigger pair of pants.” Killyama couldn’t help adding an insult to the injury she had done to his pride.
Train slung an arm over her shoulders despite her trying to wiggle away from him. “You just made my fucking day.”
She tried to hide her smile as she used her hands to try to push away from him. “Lover, that dick doesn’t have enough socks to shove down his jeans to make me give him the time of day.”
“I was getting worried,” Train admitted.
“You were jealous of that wiener? Please …”
“So, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“I thought I’d make your fucking day.” She looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was watching. Then she brought her hands to his belt buckle to pull him closer, planting a kiss on his lips before taking a step back.
Train licked his bottom lip, still wanting to taste her after the brief kiss was over.
“Is it my birthday again and no one told me?”
“Not yet, but you never know. How much longer before you get off?”
“Not for a few hours. I told Jewell she could take off when I came back from break.” He had made the offer when Jewell had complained about wanting to go shopping. He was trying to make up the time he had spent chasing after Killyama.
“I’ll call Beth or Lily and see what they’re up to.”
“Why not just hang out with me?”
“You won’t get in trouble?”
“No, I won’t get in trouble.” Train stared at her poker face. “You know that I’m part owner of the factory, right? I might get in trouble for not putting my time in, but I won’t for letting you keep me company.”
“How should I know—”
“Jonas is good. As good as Crash. I’m sure you had me checked out, even though Hammer and Jonas know me from serving with me.”
“Crash does a sucky job. I wouldn’t bet the bank on what he knows.” Her blithe answer had Train shaking his head.