My hand reached out to smooth some hair off her face that escaped her ponytail.

Her lips trembled into a hesitant smile. The thought that she might be feeling as exposed and unsure as I was snapped me out of my fog.

"Come here." I reached out and tucked one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and plucked her off the floor.

She giggled as I raised her in the air. "All those weights you must lift are worth it."

I kissed her cheek for the compliment and carried her into the bedroom. As I set her down next to the bed, she threw back the covers, slid off her soaked thong, unhooked her bra, and crawled into bed.

Naked Trinity. Nice.

Once I gathered her all snug in my arms, my agitation eased.

"What's your real name?" she asked while running her hand over my chest.

"Wyatt," I answered without thinking. Couldn't remember the last time I told anyone my real name. Couldn't remember the last woman who even bothered to ask.

"Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt." She rolled my name around in her mouth. "I like it."

"I always hated it."

She pressed her hand against my chest and sat up a little. "Why? It's a good name. Strong. Haven't you ever heard of the fearless sheriff Wyatt Earp? Crack shot, but usually kept order with his fists. Kinda like you I bet."

Stunned, I didn't know what to say. No one had ever had so much to say about my name. Not even my worthless parents who gave it to me. No one had ever nailed me so well either. And here Trinity and I barely knew each other. Or at least that's what I kept telling myself. Because I was starting to think we knew each other a whole hell of a lot better than either of us realized.

I was falling in love with this woman. "Trinity, I have to tell you something."

"Uh-oh. Don't tell me you're married."

Her even suggesting I'd be a two-timing asshole, bugged the shit outta me. "Fuck, no. I'm leaving to go on a run tomorrow. Gonna be gone for three weeks at least."

This run had been planned forever. It was important to the club. I didn't have much of a choice. Rock needed to be here to finish the MC deal. Zero and the Irish prospect were coming with me. After all the bad shit our club just went through, this run needed to happen.

Suddenly, I didn't want to go. I'd never hesitated to go on a run before. I'd do anything for my club. I loved the freedom of being out on the open road.

"Oh. Club business?"

"Yeah."

"I understand."

And I realized she was telling the truth. She understood. She also didn't expect anything from me. Any other time, or with any other woman, I would have been thrilled.

"I'll call you when I can."

"Okay."

"We'll talk when I get back?"

"Sure," she answered.

I felt less and less reassured with every word out of her mouth.

"Are you going alone?"

"No, Z, you met him the other night, and one of our prospects are going too."

"Rock isn't going?"

There she was asking about my best friend again. Fucking weird and it irritated the shit out of me for a number of reasons. "No, he's got stuff to take care of here."

"Well, you know where to find me when you get back."

With that, she turned over and went to sleep.

The next morning, I decided I wasn't leaving again without saying good-bye. I snuggled up behind her, slid her hair off her face, and sucked at her neck. My lips made their way down her shoulder, and she turned toward me. "Wrath," she moaned.

I filled my mouth with her nipple while cupping her other breast and running my thumb over the tight peak. I wanted to make sure this good-bye was memorable. It needed to last us both three weeks. Kissing my way down her stomach, I glanced up to find her watching me.

"Spread for me, Angel Face."

She planted her heels in the mattress and dropped her knees to the side.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to her mound. Her breath was nothing but short little pants. My fingers slid through her slick folds, my tongue flicked over her clit, and she arched up. I dipped two fingers deep inside her hot pussy.

Above me, she let out a moan.

Stroking up, I spread her wetness, flicking my thumb over her clit. Her hips shot off the bed.

"Not yet." I thrust two fingers in again, angling them to hit her sensitive spot. Her breathing turned into whining. Her legs shook, and my hand was drenched. I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed.

I intended to draw this out, but I couldn't wait another second to be inside her. After digging a condom out of her nightstand and squeezing into it, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her to me. I eased her legs around my hips and slid into her.

"There we go. Better, Angel Face?"

"Yes. Please, please, fuck me."

"I plan to. Your wet pussy sliding over my cock feels so fucking good."

She let out a low, guttural groan-pure sex. I stopped to give her a second to adjust. When she relaxed, I drove in all the way, hard and fast. I fell down over her, gathering her in my arms as I pounded her into the mattress.

Her legs slipped against my hips, but she locked them around my back. Sharp nails dug into my shoulders. I didn't think I could hold back much longer.

"Come for me, Trinity," I demanded.

She went rigid in my arms, moaning like she couldn't get enough. A second later, my own orgasm overtook me with frightening power. Her greedy little pussy pulsed around my cock so tight I was blown away.

I placed a finger under her chin. "Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes." Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared at me, soft and gentle.

"Wyatt."

Fuck me. Hearing her say my name in her sweet, awed voice fucking killed me.

How was I supposed to leave her for three weeks?

Wyatt had been on the road for about a week. We hadn't been able to talk much. Wherever he was had terrible cell service. Whatever he was up to was top secret. I already knew what guys like him did on a run. My mother cried about it every time my dad left, then drowned her sorrows in alcohol and dick. Married or not, the guys who visited the MC I grew up in tapped every club whore when they came to town.

So I had a pretty good idea what Wrath was up to.

And that was fine. We hadn't made any promises to each other. I had no intention of ever becoming some biker's ol' lady. Except for three spectacular, mind-blowing nights together, we barely knew each other.

All of this was going through my head when a new customer walked in. The bar was jumping. Storm up and quit two days earlier, so I was stuck training a new girl. Basically, my workload had tripled. Most of the customers were a blur.

Not this one.

No, Jug was an unexpected nightmare from my past. In living, hateful color, he sat on a stool as if he weren't a vile piece of human garbage.

I glanced up and we both stared at each other. His hand circled my wrist. "Lizzie." He drawled out my hated nickname with a nasty smirk twisting his mouth.

I jerked out of his grasp, but he yanked me back.

"My name is Trinity," I answered as calmly as my trembling body allowed.

"Whatever you say, bitch. Tyler's been looking for you for years. Got a fifty-thousand dollar bounty on your tight little ass."

Oh my God. The idea that Tyler wanted me back that bad was terrifying.

"I'm done with the Saints, Jug. Get lost."

His evil sneer brought long-buried memories to the surface. "You may be done with the Saints, but they ain't done with you."

"Leave me alone."

"Bitch, you can either walk out of here with me quietly, or I'll call some guys in and we'll take you with us not so quietly."

"You do what you have to. I'm working."

I wrenched myself out of his grasp and walked to the other end of the bar. When Jug was distracted, I slipped into Marky's office and called Rock. No point calling Wrath. He was too far away to help me.

"Hello?"

"Rock? It's Trinity."

"Hey, sweetheart. What's going on?"

"I need help."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at work. Rock, please, there's someone here who's going to hurt me."

He was silent for a minute. "There a door that leads to the alley?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to send Dex in. You can trust him. Point out the guy to him. Don't be obvious. Once you do that, meet me in the alley."

"Okay. I'm scared."

"It's okay. We're leaving right now, Trin."

I felt bad for bothering Rock and ditching Starla, but Jug wasn't someone I wanted to fuck around with. Whatever condition he returned me to the Saints in would not be pretty. Then, only if I were super lucky, Tyler would kill me.

Maybe ten minutes later, I spotted Dex and another guy. They took seats at the opposite end of the bar from Jug.

"Which one, Trinity?" Dex asked.

"The one in the Iron Saints cut at the end of the bar."

Dex nodded but didn't even glance in Jug's direction. The prospect smiled, instantly reassuring me.

"Get us two Cokes, honey," Dex instructed.

I poured the drinks and handed them over.

"Is he alone?"

"Yeah, he said if I didn't come with him, he was going to call in guys to take me. Their nearest charter is at least five hours away, though. Saints shouldn't even be in this area."

The prospect placed some money on the bar, picked up his drink, and walked away.

Dex checked his phone.

"Where's your stuff, sweetheart?" he asked without looking up.

"In the office."

"Can you grab it without him seeing?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, go get your things and meet Rock out back."

I slipped the money into the register and handed Dex his change. With every fiber of my being shaking, I walked into the back room. Marky was nowhere to be found, thank God. I grabbed my stuff and, without looking back, pushed open the door to the alley. Rock waited patiently, bike rumbling beneath him, and handed me a helmet.