Not sure how much later it is, but I groan and arch my hips up before I'm even fully awake. Soft fingers stroke my cock harder pulling me fully out of sleep. Holy fuck. If she keeps this up, my balls are going to be bluer than my fucking eyes.

I clear my throat, but my voice still comes out all rough and raspy. "Trinity, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, her warm, wet mouth closes over my dick.

My muscles tighten, jerking me upright. "Oh, fuck!"

Nothing has felt so amazing in a long time.

"Trinbabeoh," I babble like an idiot, as I'm falling back against the pillows.

She keeps happily bobbing up and down my dick, driving me nuts. Using one hand, I grab her leg and pull her closer to me. From this angle, I can run my hand all over her plump little ass. I need the distraction or I'm going to blow in the next two seconds. By feel alone, I find what I'm looking for and slide one finger deep inside her, searching for the right spot. Her hips jump and I've got her. I add another finger and work them slowly in and out. My thumb finds her clit and gently brushes over it until she moans around my cock.

"Wyatt."

"Don't stop, babe."

Her mouth closes around me again and my brain stops. She wriggles her hips, making me realize my hand has also stopped moving. I really can't take any more of this. She started it, so I'm not going to feel bad. My free hand reaches over to my nightstand and drags out a condom. I've got it out and ready to go, before she even realizes what I'm doing.

"Come here, Angel Face."

She sucks harder and shakes her head. Sweet motherfucking heaven. My palm connects with her ass and she lets out a startled yelp. It's enough to get her attention, and give me some room to squeeze into the fucking rubber. My hand settles on her hip, kneading her flesh.

"Get on top of me."

Her lashes flutter and she hesitates.

"Now."

All her skin from chest to cheeks flushes pink. But the no-nonsense tone was what she needed to get her to straddle me and sink down onto my cock.

"Fuck, angel," I groan as she slides down, then back up. Christ this is better than I'd been imagining since the last time we'd fucked. And I have one hell of an imagination when it comes to Trinity. "Don't stop," I rasp out.

She shakes her head in a determined way. "No. Can't."

"Good." She keeps at it slow and steady, every single time she grinds her hips into me, I bite my lip to keep from blowing. "You feel amazing," I praise, while arching my hips up.

Her throat works, and she looks down at me with wide eyes. "You too."

"Too much?" I ask easing back down.

She nods and I can't take any more, I sit up and pull her tight against me, taking her mouth. Her legs wrap around me, and I gently lower her to the mattress. "You with me?"

"Yes."

That's all I need to hear. I take full advantage of our position and pump into her strong and steady. She throws her head back and I plant my face in the curve of her shoulder, licking and sucking. Her nails rake over my back and the need to come slams into the base of my spine.

"Are you close, baby?" I whisper against her ear.

She mutters a few words that sound like "It's okay."

Uh, hell no. I push up shoving my hand between us, brushing against her clit. She lets out a startled gasp and lifts her hips, seeking more. I keep sliding my fingers over her nub until she trembles and her pussy convulses, squeezing me so fucking tight it steals my breath.

"Good girl." She's so out of it, she doesn't even respond. I push her knees up and hammer into her. Seconds later, the pressure increases, squeezing my balls into a mind-blowing release.

Fucking hell.

I drop down a bit, nuzzle her throat, lick the sweat from her skin and finally kiss her.

This is perfect.

We're quiet as our breathing returns to normal. I hate to move away from her, but I sit up and get rid of my condom. She's limp as a noodle when I pull her up on top of me. My lips press against her forehead, and my hand strokes over her hair.

"Babe. You know that's not why I asked you up here, right?" I want her to understand that while the sex blows my fucking mind, I want all of her.

Trin settles next to me, pulling the sheet up to practically her chin. Her nose scrunches up as she turns to face me. "Why then?"

Is she kidding? "I like spending time with you. We're more than that, don't you think?"

"More than sex? Sure, I guess."

Well that's not encouraging. "We're friends again, right?"

I hate the way she hesitates. "Yeah."

"So maybe we explore that for a while."

"What are you trying to say, Wrath? You want me to be your girlfriend?" Disbelief drips from every word.

Girlfriend. No.

Old Lady. Wife. Soul-stealer. Yes, yes, and yes. "Would that be so horrible?"

She shoots up so fast, my head spins. The fuck? She inches her way down the bed and jumps down to the floor before I can wrap a hand around her ankle to stop her.

"You've gotta be kidding. Club whores don't become ol' ladies."

I swear to fuck if she calls herself that one more time "Says who? And stop calling yourself a whore."

I gotta say, I'm pretty insulted at the way she's jumping into her jeans with both fucking feet. She can't get away from me fast enough and it's starting to piss me off.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room." She holds out a shaky hand to me in a stop gesture. "Don't. Just don't. We'll talk later."

We'll fucking talk all right.

Wrath's clearly lost his fucking mind. I try not to slam the door on my way out of his room. Thank fuck no one's in the hallway to catch me leaving.

My heart skips as I pass Teller's door and Swan steps out. He hasn't asked me into his room in a long time. We always use one of the unoccupied guest rooms, and I don't know what to make of it. I must startle her too, because she jumps when she sees me.

"Morning," she whispers.

"Hey."

She follows me downstairs. "Were you with Wrath?" she asks.

I toss her a look over my shoulder. She's usually not very talkative about who we bag. I just nod.

Her mouth curves into a smile. Swan's a pretty girl. Tall, lean, and graceful. Awfully delicate to be tossed around by a bunch of bikers, when you think about it, but she doesn't seem to mind. She's also fond of using the champagne room here to practice her ballet moves, which I find amusing.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

She startles and holds out her hand. "Nothing. Just the trio of terror was bitching about how he hasn't been with any of them in a long time now."

That stops me. "What?"

"Ginger, Cherry-"

"Yeah, I know who you're talking about." The memory of Cherry leaving Wrath's room a few weeks ago is still enough to spike my anger. And Ginger, I've wanted to choke that bitch out for years.

I refuse to examine why I'm suddenly feeling all violent.

"Cherry's been bitching up a storm since he tossed her out of his room before she got to suck him off," Swan adds.

What the hell?

She barely takes a breath. She definitely doesn't notice my jaw hanging. "They're worried he found some citizen girlfriend, like prez did."

I snort at the very idea of Wrath taking up with a woman like Hope. Nothing against her, she's perfect for Rock. Wrath, not so much. "Unlikely."

"Well, duh. Any girl in this house with half a brain knows he's been in love with you for years," she says with a giggle.

What. The. Fuck.

Her eyes widen at the expression on my face. "Oh." She quickens her pace, probably to get away from me.

I follow her into the downstairs bathroom, a thousand questions burning on the tip of my tongue. She turns the corner and lets out a shriek.

"Those bitches!"

Shaking myself out of thoughts about Wrath, I step up behind her to see what she's so upset about. The bag of stuff she keeps tucked under the bathroom vanity has been emptied, all its contents dumped into one of the toilets.

Jesus Christ. I've been meaning to talk to Rock about getting lockers in here for a while now. Even though I'm not the one who stuffed her leotards and tights in the makeshift porcelain washer, I feel guilty.

Wrinkling my nose, I take a closer look. "Tell me it's just water?"

"Yeah, I guess. They're still a bag of filthy twats, though."

I snicker at her description. "Oh yeah. No doubt. Hang on, I'll go grab a plastic bag. You can wash them downstairs."

I'm livid as I walk down to my room. Those three are getting bolder. I suspect Roxy's one of the girls who tossed some bullshit at Hope the other night too. Swan's sweet, soft-spoken, and never has an attitude. Even though we've never talked about our pasts, I suspect she enjoys hiding out with a bunch of bikers because she's running from something similar to what I left behind. Fucking around with her stuff that way really pisses me off.

Once we take care of her clothes, she runs back upstairs to ask Teller for a ride home. Can't blame the poor girl. I pocket a small box I've been saving for a special occasion and head to the kitchen.

I'm almost giddy when I spot the toxic trio-Roxy, Cherry, and Ginger-at the table hanging all over Ravage and Stash. As soon as Rav spots me, he holds out his arms. "Where you been, baby girl?"

Ignoring the glares from the three bitches, I give him a quick hug. "Around."

"I'll say," Ginger mutters under her breath. That's rich coming from her. I ignore it because I have something so much better than a witty comeback in mind.

Smiling brightly, I ask if everyone wants coffee. Of course none of the three bitches offer to help me in the kitchen, although Roxy takes great care reminding me that she only drinks decaf.

I'm very aware of this fact.

The other two nod along. They pretty much do whatever Roxy says or does.

Breezing into the kitchen, I find Hoot already has a pot of coffee going. "Morning, Trin."

"Morning. Can you hand me the orange carafe?"

He frowns but plucks it off the shelf and hands it to me. "Can you go check if Sparky needs anything?" I ask, to get him out of my way.

His eyebrows draw down again, but he leaves the kitchen.

Perfect.

I have no intention of making a separate pot of coffee for those three cunts. Well, not a pot of decaf coffee anyway. Dumping the entire box of laxatives in the coffee pot, I muse that caffeine will be the least of their concerns in two to four hours.

After Trinity stormed out of my room, I tried hard to go back to sleep. I considered going after her, but I actually want things to work this time. Chasing her down when we're both pissed off isn't going to accomplish much.

I've got another two weeks until the big fight. Two more weeks of close quarters with Trinity. My dick gets hard just thinking about her in her tight little workout clothes, helping me out at the gym.

My door slams open, banging off the wall, and I bolt upright.

Trinity storms in, kicking the door shut behind her.

"What the fuck, Trin?"

She plants her hands on her hips and stares me down. "I know you haven't been fucking any of the other club girls."

My jaw drops. "What?"

"I know I'm the only girl you've been with in a while, so what's going on?"

Where is this coming from? What'd she do, go question every chick in the house while she was gone?

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare right back at her. I'd get up, but I'm still naked from earlier. Trin seems a little unpredictable at the moment, so I prefer to keep my dick safely hidden beneath the sheet. "Why are you so concerned about who warms my cock all of a sudden? You hate me."