Train's Clash (The Last Riders Book 9) by Jamie Begley

rehab. She had expected him to slide back into the addiction that had him doing prison time, but so far, he had remained clean.
    Killyama and T.A. let Calder dance between them as the music rose loud enough that she expected the old building to collapse. Calder would focus on T.A. for a minute, and then he would give Killyama a share of his attention. He kept his hands to himself until the music turned seductive. Then it wasn’t Calder who was doing the touching; it was T.A. and Killyama. It was hard not to.
    Calder was as handsome as his brother. Maybe more so. He had a rougher, tougher attitude than Stud did, though. That was like catnip to women. Even The Last Riders’ women were giving him the once-over as he easily kept up with the two women who were having fun teasing the man.
    “Need some help?”
    Before Calder could answer, Train snagged Killyama around the waist, lifting her off her feet until she was plastered to his body.
    When Calder would have reached out to take her out of his arms, Killyama stopped him.
    “It’s cool.”
    “You sure?”
    Calder and Train stared at each other, daring the other to instigate the fight brewing between them.
    “I’m sure.” She nodded. “Without me, you can teach T.A. how to dance. She broke two of my toes.”
    “I know how to dance. It’s not my fault my breasts get in the way so I can’t see my feet.”
    “I should be so lucky,” Killyama wisecracked despite becoming aggravated by Train’s arrogance of carrying her to a dark corner of the dance floor.
    “I knew you were a smart woman,” Train said as he set her down on her feet.
    “Why? Because I didn’t let Calder beat the crap out of you?”
    “No, because you stopped me from beating the crap out of him.”
    “Who’s being a psycho now? You couldn’t take Calder if he had both his hands and feet tied behind his back.”
    “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.” Train grimly started toward Calder.
    Killyama grabbed the back of his T-shirt, jerking him to a stop. “Is this a joke? Beth and Lily both say you never fight.”
    Train gaped at her. He looked like she had just called him a pussy. “When did they say that?”
    “I don’t remember. Does it matter?”
    “I fight all the time. Go ask Rider or Moon.”
    “You’re drunk.”
    “No, I’ve only had a couple of drinks tonight, and that was a couple of hours ago.”
    “Then I don’t understand …”
    Train released a ragged sigh. “I didn’t like seeing you dancing with him.”
    “Tough titty. I don’t have to put up with this bullshit … The Last Riders share women all the time. You think I’m buying this He-Man attitude because I danced with another man?”
    “I wanted you to stay the night.”
    His reluctant admission had Killyama wanting to give in to him and give him everything he wanted, but she wasn’t going to do it. They weren’t in a normal relationship, and the sooner he figured that out, the better it would be for both of them. She would never be happy as a Last Rider, and Train didn’t want a woman who wasn’t one.
    “Maybe next time … if you’re good.” She gave him a brazen smile as she started dancing.
    “Better than I was tonight? So you know, I was pretty damn good tonight.”
    Her head fell back with laughter.
    Train stepped into her, letting her feel the bulge behind his jeans.
    “I’ve had better.”
    Train laughed back, bringing his arms around her waist as they swayed to the music. “I haven’t.”
    “See? What did I tell you?”
    Lucky and Willa were dancing next to them, smiling at their laughter. That made Killyama bite back her laughter.
    “The problem is, The Last Riders are used to having their cake and eating it, too.”
    He dropped his hands from her waist to cup her ass, pulling her tighter. “I’m not biting into that one. Can we just enjoy the music without getting into a fight?”
    “Yes,” she conceded.
    Relaxing into him, she let the music take her away from the other women who