“I’ve never been submissive to any woman, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it if she wanted me to. Sexually, I’m pretty laid back.”
Train bent down to lick her nipple, laving it with his tongue until it tautened. Then he slid his tongue between her parted lips as he used his fingers to tug and shape her breast, winding half the chain around it before he released her lips to suck her other nipple into his mouth.
She gave a soft moan, arching under him as he switched to her mouth again, now winding the other half of the chain around her other breast.
His cock was hard, the head riding her belly as he bent over her.
“If I have something made for you, will you wear it?”
She had to clear her voice before she could answer him. “Depends on what it is.”
Train fiddled with the chain until it was exactly where he wanted it. Then he kissed the flesh on the underside of the chain, licking down to her bellybutton and playing with her navel ring. It only took her a couple of seconds to agree.
“Yes.”
Train lifted her legs over his shoulders, licking his way down to her cunt. He found her so wet and needy he had to grip her legs to keep them on his shoulders. His tongue slid through her slit to find her clit, laving it, twirling his tongue, before sliding back down her slit to find her opening.
He savored her before breaching her defenseless pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of her carefully and watching her abdomen muscles react to what he was doing.
The muscles in her pussy tried to clench his tongue to keep it still, but he used his teeth to rake her clit, loosening her hold, and then driving his tongue higher inside of her.
“Lover, please …”
Hearing that word out of her mouth again was like a firecracker to his nuts.
Using his shoulders, he pushed her legs higher until they were beside her tits. Reaching for the condom he had placed on the nightstand, he covered his cock, angry at himself for not already having it on. He almost climaxed before he could sink his dick inside her pussy, each thrust driving his climax closer.
“Damn, I don’t want to come yet,” Train groaned.
Looking at her through the strands of his dark hair that she had loosened, he took in every detail of her expression.
He’d had so many women through the years as a Last Rider, and even before that. In fact, he had lost count of how many women. He had watched as they climaxed, learning what they liked and didn’t. But he had never seen the response or emotions Killyama expressed when he touched her.
When his hand brushed her cheek, she turned into his hand. When he thrust hard, her lashes would quiver. When his chest flattened her chain-covered breasts, her lips trembled. Every nuance of her expressions was a new experience for him.
When he sped up, driving them both to an orgasm, he held his breath, not wanting it to end, and wanting to see the breathtaking love shining through her eyes. He then watched it all disappear in an instant when she realized he was watching her.
“Dude, you can get off of me now.”
Train didn’t slow his movements. He drifted his fingers to the chain at her breasts, slowly unraveling one then the other as she sucked in a deep breath before screaming as she reached another peak.
Massaging the blood back into her breasts, he whispered in Apache a phrase his grandfather used to say to his grandmother every night.
“When you sleep at night, dream of me, as I will dream of you. So even in our dreams, we will never be apart.”
“What did you say?” With a curious expression, she twined a stand of his hair around her finger.
All of The Last Riders’ women would want to be held at night, yet Killyama scooted away, maintaining her own space. When he tried to pull her closer, she rose to go to the bathroom. The only time he had seen her accept a display of affection had been from her mother.
“I said, sweet dreams,” he told the empty room.
24
“No.”
“Come on, Viper. All I’m asking for is a favor. I don’t know why you’re complaining; it’ll solve your problem, too.” Train handed Viper another package to be loaded onto the delivery truck.
Rider gave him an encouraging nod when Viper still didn’t look convinced.
“How does inviting Sex Piston and her crew to a Friday night party solve any problems for me? It will only add to it when they tear it apart.”
“They won’t cause a fight,” Train reasoned. “And it’s not like they’ll be sneaking in … We’re inviting them. Plus, it’ll get you off the shit list with the wives, and some of the brothers, too. None of the wives are putting out since you laid down your order not to have anything to do with Killyama and her crew. Even though you rescinded the order, they’re still pissed and say they won’t put out until she comes back. I’ve asked her twice. She’s not coming. She makes me drive to Jamestown. The way it’s going, neither you or any of the married men are getting any anytime soon.”