“I’m not a man who enjoys conflict. I’m also not one who will run from it, either. I have tried to talk to you about the day we spent together, and every time, we just get in a fight. I’m tired of you making me feel like shit, or that I took advantage of you. We both know that isn’t true.”
“I never said you took advantage—”
“You implied it to everyone who would listen.” Train carefully monitored the range of emotions flickering in her hazel eyes. “I have never been dishonest with a woman. Ever. I like to keep everything on the up and up. That way, no one gets hurt. Unfortunately, I hurt you, which was not my intention. I really like spending time with you when you drop that attitude you carry around.”
“What’s wrong WITH my fucking attitude?” she snarled.
Masking his own emotions from her caustic words, he still sought to soothe her hurt feelings. “When a man is attracted to a sexy woman, he doesn’t appreciate being nearly run down by a car or nearly shot by one of her friends.”
Killyama’s voice dropped to a seductive murmur. “Would you prefer me to bend over and kiss your ass?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. You’re twisting my words again.” Train tried to cool himself down, getting fed up with her attitude toward him.
The afternoon they had spent in the back seat of her car was good, but if that was going to be the first and last they had been destined for, then he was just going to have to suck it up and come to terms with it.
“You have mad skills protecting those around you, you’re loyal as hell to your friends, and having sex with you nearly blew my mind. So much so that I got ahead of myself and was trying to see if you would be willing to consider becoming a Last Rider. I have had some sexual relationships in the past where the women resented my involvement with The Last Riders. I have no intention of leaving the club ever, or entering a serious relationship. I like you, and I think we can have some good times together, but I want to be up front so we can avoid more of the misunderstandings going on between us.”
Her eyes were narrowed on him the whole time he talked. It was the longest time she had let him speak without interrupting him since he had met her. When she did speak, it was only to say, “I need a drink.” She stood up, leaving him to go to the bar.
Train stared down at the table, running over the spiel he had just given her. Maybe he should have taken a different tack. However, he didn’t want any lies to come back to haunt him.
The image of her the day he had gone to Winter’s aunt’s house was burned into his memory. Killyama and her friends had been skinny-dipping in the pool. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. Even T.A., who had breasts that would make any man drool, hadn’t been able to draw his gaze beyond a cursory look. He had to have her again.
He hid his shock when she sat back down in the chair in front of him, chugging her beer before she sat it down on the table.
“So, because some bitches couldn’t take you fucking around on them, you decided it was easier to only fuck bitches who are Last Riders?”
“Yes.” He would rather come out as a jerk now than when their hookup was over.
“I’m not going to join The Last Riders. I’m going to nip that in the bud right now. You’re not the only one who has a club they’re loyal to. Seems like we’re at a stalemate. Later.” Killyama pushed back her chair and started to rise.
“Wait.”
He was used to women trying to get him to give in to their demands, and Killyama was plainly saying she wouldn’t regret it if she never fucked him again. Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same, and he knew that if she left the table, he would never have her again.
She paused, tilting her head to the side. Train racked his brain, trying to come up with another way to have her one more time. Or two.
“Dude, I’m not giving up the Destructors any more than you would give up The Last Riders. You might have been a good fuck, but it wasn’t that good.”
Her haughty sniff had him wanting to pin her against the wall beside them and remind her just how good it had been.
He pushed his own chair back. He’d had enough. Train never lost his cool with a woman, but he was damn close to losing it with her.
Killyama stuck one long leg out to keep him from walking away. “Chill.”