Four years ago…
Wrath finally managed to open the gym he’d told me about when we first met. Every member of the Lost Kings came to Furious Fitness for the grand opening. They even included me. None of the other club girls were invited. A flicker of panic settled over me, but I knew Rock would never let anything bad happen to me. Once I had the invite, I began planning what to do. If left up to Wrath, I knew there would be no refreshments or anything.
I arrived at the gym at four to set stuff up. Just before six, Wrath’s voice startled me out of my preparations.
“Trinity, you didn’t have to do this.”
My shoulders sagged. I knew he’d be pissed.
His hands gripped the tops of my arms and turned me around. “Thank you. This looks really nice.”
I beamed at him. “I’m so happy for you. The place looks great. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time.”
His face clouded over, and I regretted mentioning our time together four years ago. It was still a sore subject between us. Since the few fights back then, we’d barely spoken to each other, even though we lived in the same house. He took every long-distance run the club had, so he wasn’t around much.
I suspected it had everything to do with not wanting to see me. Not wanting to see what I’d become. After our last fight, it sank in how badly I’d fucked up. No one had ever loved me or given a shit about me before. So it was hard to understand Wrath’s feelings might have run deeper than a few nights of hot sex.
Besides my generous rack and my willingness to spread my legs for him the night we met, what on earth could a guy like Wrath possibly like about me?
I couldn’t figure it out. But it didn’t matter because he was done with me. Especially once it spread through the clubhouse that I had also taken up with Z. He was fun in bed. Always made sure I came first, respected my boundaries and most importantly kept Teller from getting too close.
A few years later, Murphy joined in on my hook-ups with Teller. All of it good, but meaningless sex that helped me regain control and feel alive instead of the constant deadness I carried around inside. I had no clue what love was, but I liked them. Teller and I were closer. Murphy pretty much enjoyed getting off and getting gone. All things considered, I shouldn’t have had any complaints.
Every few weeks or months, I’d run into Wrath. We’d stare knives at each other, and later I’d fall face down on my mattress, crying my eyes out. When I cleaned myself up, I’d find one of the brothers to help me ease the pain.
It worked.
In our really fucked-up world, it worked.
Sometimes he’d catch me upstairs, leaving one of the bedrooms. Those times were the worst, because shortly after, I’d catch him in the living room, getting a blowjob from one of the other club girls. Or worse, find him with one bent over the back of the couch while he rammed into her from behind. His accusing eyes always found mine. As if I’d done this to us alone.
The fact that he even wanted me at his gym the night of the grand opening meant a lot to me.
“You want to see the whole place?” he asked with a slight smile.
“Sure.”
Wrath showed his place off with pride. Two classrooms, two locker rooms, a weight room, cardio room, and a fighting ring. It wasn’t huge, but everything seemed to be top of the line. We ended the tour at his office.
“I’m going to grab my stuff from the car and change.”
He tilted his head, glancing up and down at the jeans and sweatshirt I wore.
Heat streaked across my face as I scooped up my car keys. Pushing through the back door, I jogged out to the parking lot. I never dressed up for anything. Didn’t really have much of a reason to. But tonight, I wanted to put a little more effort into my appearance.
The colors Wrath had chosen for the gym were royal blue and black—shocking, right?
I chose a royal-blue dress that straddled the line between sexy and classy. At least I thought it did. I didn’t have a lot of experience with the latter.
After twisting my hair into a knot, I applied a bit more makeup than I normally bothered with. Then I slipped into a pair of black heels and checked my reflection in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door.
I looked ridiculous.
Before I could chicken out and change back into my jeans, Wrath rapped his knuckles against the door.
“Trin, you okay?”
“Yeah.” Shit. Avoiding the mirror, I stuffed everything back in my bag and opened the door.
Wrath staggered backward when he saw me.
“Don’t,” I growled.
“What? You look amazing. Beautiful. You dressed up for me? For my…” He trailed off.
At the time, I hadn’t thought of it that way. But I guess, yeah, I had.
He held out his hand, and unsure of what he wanted, I hesitated, until he slipped my bag out of my grasp. “I’ll put this in my office for you.”
“Thanks.”
“The rest of the guys should be here soon, and there are some other people I invited.”
“Okay.”
A slow, warm smile spread over Wrath’s face. “I’m really happy you’re here.”
So was I.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off Trinity as she nervously floated around the room. She mainly stuck to hanging with my brothers, but I caught her talking to a couple of the other trainers too. I couldn’t get over the sight of her all dressed-up. The bright-blue dress made her honey eyes and gold hair even more beautiful. The blue of the dress matched my gym’s blue, and I wondered if she’d done that on purpose. Absurd as it was, she stunned me, and like a pathetic puppy, my eyes followed her everywhere.
To make this gym work, I went to people I knew outside the club—with the club’s blessing, of course—for both investors and trainers. I knew enough about underground fighting and street brawling. I’m plenty lethal, but I knew fuck-all about professional regulations and shit like that.
Most of the guys I chose to work with me bordered the line between civilian and outlaw. Types who kept their mouths shut. Except for Whisper, the sergeant-at-arms of the Wolf Knights MC, there wasn’t another biker involved.
A guy I’d known for a long time, Jake “Snake Charmer” Wallace, approached Trinity, and I struggled to focus on the conversation in front of me. Jake’s call name would have been “pussy charmer” except no one wanted to announce that in the ring. I was familiar enough with his reputation that my blood started to boil watching him with his game face on, talking to my girl.
My girl. Ridiculous.
It was bad enough I knew she hooked up with my brothers on the regular. This ain’t happening. Especially not in my gym.
“Excuse me, Marshall,” I blurted out before stalking away.
Trinity glanced up as I approached. Her thankful expression calmed me down a notch or two. She had no interest in what Snake Charmer was selling.
“Hi, Wrath,” she said with a nervous giggle while wrapping her fingers around my forearm. “Your friend Jake was telling me he’s going to teach a self-defense class for women. That’s pretty cool. Maybe I’ll try it.”
“No,” I answered flatly.
Jake’s lips quirked. Trinity flinched against me. Meeting her hurt eyes, I explained how things were going to work here. “Anything you want to learn, I’ll teach you.”
The tension eased from her face and she smiled. “Yeah, but Jake said we get to punch him. Are you going to let me punch you?”
“Yeah, baby.” Any way I could get her hands on me was okay. The idea of training her appealed to me. A lot. So I slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her against me. She melted into my side, and just like that, the last thing on my mind was business.
Thankfully, the party was winding down. Every class for the next month had a full roster. We signed up a lot of new members and many other people said they’d be back. Overall, it was a success.
Teller offered Trinity a ride home, but to my surprise, she declined.
After locking up, I found her cleaning and packing stuff away.
“Stop, Trin. You’ve done enough tonight.”
“I don’t want to leave you a mess to clean up tomorrow,” she huffed over her shoulder as she bent to pick up a discarded napkin.
In that position, her dress rose a few inches, giving me a glimpse of her sleek thighs. Thighs I hadn’t seen in way too long.
“You’re going to get your dress all dirty,” I warned her. My voice came out low and scratchy, so I took a sip of water from the bottle in my hand.
She straightened and turned. “Oh yeah. I’m not used to wearing anything nice. I should change back.”
“Don’t.”
She flicked a surprised glance at me, and I shrugged. “You look pretty.”
A soft smile brightened her face. “Thank you.”
She started walking toward my office, so I followed.
“What’d you think of Jake?” Fuck. Why the hell did I ask her that?
Her sexy laugh floated back to me. Husky enough to remind me of what it had felt like being wrapped up in the dark with her that night we spent up at Fletcher Park.
Instant hard-on.
“Good-looking guy. Cocky fucker though,” she answered.
I deliberately ignored the “good-looking” part. “Thought you liked cocky guys?”
She slanted a look at me from under her lashes. “I don’t have room in my life for any more.”
I didn’t know what to make of that. Was it her way of telling me she had no interest in anyone outside the club? Or that she was tired of us and wanted to leave?
I cocked my eyebrow at her. “You think he’s good-looking though?”
She gave me a curious stare. “Jealous?” When I didn’t answer, she sighed. “Geez, Wyatt, you know you’re better than good-looking.”
A jolt of arousal quickened my blood. The idea that she still found me attractive made me hard as steel.
My hands tingled with the need to touch her. So I did. I trailed my finger over her cheek and down to her shoulder. Her skin was as fine and silky as I remembered. I wanted to put my mouth all over her and see if she tasted as sweet as I remembered too.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a soft voice.
I yanked my hand away. What was I doing?
“I miss you, Trinity.”
Her whiskey eyes widened in surprise. “You hate me.”
Shit, that hurt. I’d spent so much energy being mad at her and, okay, pissed at myself too. But, “I could never hate you.”
“You hate what I’ve become. You can’t even stand to look at me half the time.”
“That’s not true.”
She cocked her head. “How are you going to manage this place with all those long runs you take?”
Okay, weird shift in conversation. Those runs had been necessary for our club’s survival. Especially in the early days. But it was intricate club business I couldn’t explain. I hated her assumption that they were an attempt to get away from her.
“I’ll probably scale them back a little. Teller and Murphy can take over.”
A pained look flashed across her face when I said their names, and it pissed me the fuck off.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find other fuck buddies.”
She sucked in a deep, ragged breath before knocking me sideways with her next question. “Do you want me to leave the club?”
“What? No.” Fuck, as much as I hated seeing her with my brothers, the idea of not seeing her at all scared the piss out of me.
“Because Whisper said—”
“No. Fuck no. You wouldn’t leave four years ago when I begged you to. Why the fuck would you leave now? And to go whore for the Wolf Knights? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“That’s not what I was going to say, but thanks a lot, asshole.” She grabbed her bag and tried to shove past me. My arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, pinning her in place. Girl had quite the temper. It was sexy as fuck.
“Let me go.”
“No.” I yanked her bag out of her hands and dropped it on the floor, then walked her backward until her ass bumped the wall. Her breath hitched and her eyes lifted to meet mine. Fucking hell, those goddamn honey eyes sparked with a fire that had me ready to violate her in the filthiest way.
Filling my hands with her perfect little ass, I lifted her, keeping her pinned to the wall. Her mouth opened to moan or protest, I wasn’t sure, so I bent down to kiss her.
She responded immediately, curling her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Fingers wide, she raked her nails through my hair, sending tingles down my spine straight to my balls. My cock was so fucking hard, throbbing to be inside her.
Her legs rose and tightened around my hips. The movement pushed her dress up around her thighs. My hands slipped under the edge of the material, gliding over satin. My fingers traced the edge of her underwear while my hips kept her in place. Losing control, I snapped the thin strips of material at her hips and dropped the scrap to the floor.
Her head thunked against the wall. “Wyatt,” she moaned.
Oh fuck. It’d been way too long since I’d heard my name from her sweet mouth.
I set her down.
“Get your dress off.”
She stared up at me with dazed eyes. Slowly, her hand moved to the hidden zipper at her back. With painful slowness, she eased it down, then pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it on my desk.
“Bra too.”
Again, she just stared at me while doing what I asked.
When I finally had her naked before me, I took a moment to absorb every stunning inch of her. She cocked her body to the side, trying to hide her scars from my gaze, but I turned her to face me and tipped her head up.
My mouth slammed down over hers. Her hands immediately went to my shoulders as she struggled to get my shirt up. We broke long enough for me to get it off. Then I was on her again. Tongue deep in her mouth, hands full of her tits. She moaned into me, and once again, my hands slid to her ass. I lifted and pinned her against the wall, my cock grinding into her hot center. She clung to my shoulders and wrapped her legs around me.
I released her long enough to roll a condom down my dick, then bent to suck at her nipples. She squirmed against me, but I stilled her with one deep thrust. I set a sharp, frantic pace. Cupped her ass harder. Fucked her harder. All my energy focused on driving into her slick, tight cunt. Her head rolled back against the wall, and I ducked my head to nip at her breasts.
It didn’t take long for her to go over the edge. She gripped my shoulders harder, ground her hips into me, buried her lips against the curve of my neck, and screamed.
“Eyes on me, Angel Face.”
Dazed, it took her a second, but then she met my gaze. I slowed my frantic thrusting. “I want you to come again.”
She shook her head. “Can’t.”
I slammed into her. “Yes, you can. Keep those eyes on me while you do it.”
Relentless, I drove into her as she stared into my eyes. It didn’t take long for her mouth to open and let out a sharp scream.
Staring into her eyes, I was so fucking close. Close to coming. Close to breaking.
I pulled out and released her. She sagged against the wall. “Wyatt?”
Grabbing her hips, I pulled her with me and bent her over the edge of my desk. Wrapping my big hands around her waist, I tilted her the way I wanted and slammed up inside her again.
This was better. Grunting like an animal, a few strokes later, I shuddered and fell against her back. My mouth found its way to her neck and sucked on her sensitive skin, making her wriggle against my spent cock.
“Fuck, Trinity.” I eased out of her and tried to gather my scattered thoughts. “Thanks for helping me christen my desk.”
Her body stiffened. Fuck, that came out colder than I intended.
She straightened up, tugged her dress on and smoothed it over her hips. “Yeah, no problem,” she said without turning around.
“Trin—”
“Can I go now?”
What the fuck? Like I’d held her here against her will? “Sure, babe. Whatever.”
She dipped down to pick up her bag and keys. A soft sniffle drifted back to me.
Then she was gone.