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.

Present day It's been four years since I set foot in Wrath's gym. The place looks pretty much the same as it did then. Someone has done a good job keeping the place tidy, which doesn't surprise me. Wrath has always been a rather precise guy.

He leads me into his office, where I set my purse in the bottom drawer of his desk. Heat streaks through me when I remember him bending me over and fucking me on the desk. I flick my eyes up and find him watching with an intensity so deep I know he's remembering that night too.

"How many other chicks have you bent over this desk?" Fuck. Why the hell did I ask him that? I don't want him to think I'm jealous or that I even remember that night.

Beyond those thoughts, I don't think I can handle hearing the answer.

"No one since you, babe."

Oh, wow. Totally not what I expected him to say. He's probably lying, but I appreciate the effort not to hurt my feelings.

Unsure of what's next, my hands fidget. Wrath watches me for a few long seconds before meeting my eyes.

"It's okay if you don't believe me right now. You will."

Yeah right. Maybe I'll sprout some wings and fly home later too.

Except Wrath doesn't lie. You would think that's an admirable quality in a man, but it can be pretty fucking annoying. People lie to avoid hurting other people's feelings-Wrath doesn't give a fuck about feelings. People also lie to avoid getting in trouble-Wrath fears nothing.

"Do you want to look around?" he asks, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Sure."

I'm shocked to run into Jake, the trainer I met when Wrath opened the gym. His flirting was charming and nonthreatening.

"Trinity, right? Wow, took you a long time to come in for those self-defense classes."

Wrath is quick to shut Jake down. "She's here to work with me to get ready for the fight."

One corner of Jake's mouth slowly curls up. "Sure. Good to see you."

When Jake pushes through the locker room door, Wrath shakes his head. "That fucker never quits."

"Well, at least I've still got it."

He tilts his head to the side, watching me with a curious expression. "Babe, you don't got it. You are it."

Maybe one day I'll believe it. Today isn't that day.

I spend my afternoon in his office, doing research and working out meal plans. I'll need to do some grocery shopping later.

In the middle of the day, when it's quiet, Wrath pops in the office. "Do you want to try those self-defense moves?"

"Now?"

He shrugs. "Yeah, we got another two hours or so until it gets busy in here again."

"Okay, give me a minute."

I meet him in front of one of the heavyweight bags. He's got a man-shaped dummy waiting for me too.

With calm patience I wouldn't think Wrath capable of, he talks me through a bunch of moves. Each one involves him touching me or, worse, pressing himself tight against my body.

Desire swirls through me like a tornado. Wrath, warm, solid, sexy, and lethal, is too much to take. I want him so much. Want him to want me just as much. Despite the soul-shattering sex we had a few days ago, he hasn't made a move on me. Can't blame him after I made a big fuss about how we were "friends" again.

What else could we be? I'd fucked up any chance of ever being his ol' lady. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to find one anyway-and dammit, when I thought of him with someone else, it left me tattered inside. Our only option was to be friends.

If we could be friends who fucked from time to time, that would be even better.

"Trin? Are you paying attention?"

Dammit. His mouth is so close it's taking every bit of willpower I have not to taste him. I want him so much it hurts.

His brows furrow, and he brushes the hair off my sweaty forehead. "You okay, Angel Face?"

Why? Why do tears threaten to embarrass the crap out of me when he uses that old term of endearment? I never understood what he found so angelic about me, but I always loved hearing him say it anyway.

My heart thuds as I struggle to come up with an answer. "I'm okay. I just I don't have your endurance I guess." Wow, is that the truth.

Concern darkens his eyes from ocean to marine blue. He pulls away from me, and instantly I miss his body heat.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away. We're supposed to be working me to exhaustion. Not you."

Almost dizzy with the rush of emotions he stirs up, I drop my gaze to the mat.