“Now we’re talking.” The basement was made for Sex Piston. The bitch was going to have a fit when she told her about it.
Going back into the hallway, she found a bathroom. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she used it and washed her hands, surprised Train hadn’t called out to her by now. She had told him that cake was big. Men always had to find out the hard way. Probably had to get more than two men to help.
The door at the end of the hallway was open. Her eyes widened when she saw the large room wasn’t empty. Rider’s muscular body was over Sasha’s as he fucked her.
She turned to leave and walked into Train’s chest.
“I’m sorry it took so long. You were right about the cake.” Her man’s eyes took in what was happening behind her back. “Sorry, Rider, I didn’t know you were down here.”
“The door was open. Stay if you want to.”
Sasha’s moans had Killyama giving Train a shove toward the door.
“Don’t you want to watch?” He tried to look over his shoulder, but Killyama gave him a harder shove. She knew that glint in Train’s brown eyes intimately.
“No. The only one who is going to get pounded into the mattress tonight is me.” Slamming the door behind them, she put her hands on her hips, blocking him from opening the door again. “Dude, you’re going to buy me a new mattress before I move into that room.”
“You’re joking, right? We always put clean sheets on the beds when we’re done. Do you know how much mattresses cost?”
“Do you want to know what it’s going to cost you if you don’t?”
37
“You need any help?” Killyama swung her legs as she sat on kitchen counter, watching Ember and Sasha finish loading the dinner dishes into the dishwasher.
“No, there wasn’t much to do. Most of the men ate out tonight.” Ember carried two large containers of food to the refrigerator. “Usually the club is full when she makes her casserole.”
Killyama shrugged. “You can’t give men too much of a good thing.” Especially after she had given all the wives the recipe so they could make it for their husbands anytime they wanted it. During the last two months, she had noticed how the men could barely stomach it anymore.
Jumping off the counter, she left the kitchen, seeing Train and Rider were still playing pool. Moon was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer as he watched the two men play.
Killyama was pouring herself a shot of tequila when the two women came out of the kitchen.
“I’m going to go wash my hair,” Sasha told the men as she passed through the clubroom.
Ember entwined her arms around Moon’s neck. “I want to dance.”
Moon turned the music on louder then flipped the main lights off, leaving the lamps on in the room.
“I win!” Rider crowed, lifting his pool stick in the air.
Train laughed. “It only took three games to win one.”
“Who’s counting?” Rider said as they put their pool sticks down.
“I am,” Train quipped, taking a seat at the bar.
Killyama gave him a beer as Rider sat down, lifting a brow when she didn’t give him one.
“I’m not a fucking bar maid. Get your own beer.”
Rider came around the counter to get his beer while Killyama finished her shot of tequila.
“Rider and I are finished playing. You want to dance some before we go to bed?”
“It’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
Train stood up, holding his arms open. “I’m yours for the rest of the night.”
“Guess I’ll join Sasha in the shower after I finish my beer,” Rider commented, opening his beer.
Killyama grabbed Train by his belt buckle, leading him toward the dance floor. “You’re mine all the time. Remember that.” Slipping her arms around his shoulders, they danced to the music.
By this point, Moon was holding Ember’s ass as she ground herself on his leg.
As she relaxed against Train, his cock hardened behind his jeans. He brought his hands to her back, sliding them under her tan and black crop top jacket.
As he rubbed her back, she pressed against his chest, teasing Train’s cock with her pelvis during their sultry steps. She could see the desire growing in his eyes.
They tried to outdo the other by using their bodies to torment each other. The sucker thought he could beat her by sliding his thigh between hers, rubbing it against her pussy, which did feel good as the seam of her blue jeans rode her clit with each step.
Wanting more, she slid her hands under his T-shirt as he turned his head to kiss her. She went from want to need as his tongue traced her lips before dipping inside her mouth.
Train reached between them, lowering the zipper of her jacket. She didn’t make him stop as he parted the jacket that was still held together by the bottom of the zipper.