"Maybe later. If you're good."

Wrath's quiet on the way home. Is he mad at me? He shocked the hell out of me in the locker room. I'm still worked up over our encounter.

"Wyatt, are you mad at me?"

"What? No, babe. Why would you think that?"

"You're so quiet."

He reaches over and squeezes my leg. "I'm exhausted, that's all."

"Oh." Now I feel stupid.

"Trin, can I ask you for a favor?"

"HmmmI don't know. Pretty soon, I'm going to need to collect on all these favors I'm doing for you."

His hand tightens around my thigh. "I haven't forgotten I owe you an orgasm. Trust me, I plan to bury my face in your pussy as soon as we get home."

I burst out laughing. "Okay."

My hand drops off the steering wheel and curls around his for a minute.

"Will you stay with me until the fight? Up in my room I mean."

Surprised, it takes me a second to absorb that and form an answer. "Okay. Why?"

"I am superstitious, and you're like my good luck charm."

I snort at that. "You're full of shit."

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him grinning. "I know. Will you still stay with me?"

"Okay." I give it some more thought. "What are you going to tell everyone?"

"What does it matter? It's no one's business but ours."

Huh. Okay. Now he doesn't want anyone to think we're together? After the big talk we had, his indifference stings and I hate the little pang of disappointment thumping in my chest.

It's only ten o'clock when we arrive at the clubhouse. Still pretty quiet, even for a weeknight, though.

"Where is everyone?" I ask as we walk up the steps to the clubhouse.

He shrugs. "You know as much as I do. We've been gone all day."

Inside, we find Z sprawled out on the couch smoking a joint.

"Can't you get a vaporizer, so you don't stink up the whole place?" I scold him.

He turns, his mouth curling into a smirk. "You know I'm old school." He holds his arms out. "Hey, babe. Where you been all day?"

I jerk my head at Wrath. "Working with our fighter."

"Yeah? He gonna destroy the competition?"

"Fuck yeah." Wrath shouts so loud my ears cringe.

They give each other one of their man-bro-high-five handshake things. I hang back enjoying Wrath being a little looser. Only took twelve hours at the gym to get him like this.

Z offers to share his smoke. Wrath shakes his head, but I pluck it from his fingers and take a hit. It's strong and I choke as I blow it out. "What the fuck is Sparky up to now?"

Z grins. "Good shit, right? I dunno. He got these new ultra-violet lights he's been messin' with." He sits up. "It's his special project," he adds with finger quotes.

I giggle. "He's got a million special projects."

We catch up about stuff going on at the house. Eventually Wrath yawns.

Z slaps him. "What's wrong old man? Past your bed time?"

"Fuck you. I'd love to see you stick to my routine."

They banter back and forth like that for a few minutes and I just sit back and enjoy the show. Eventually, Wrath turns and raises an eyebrow at me.

"I'm gonna go grab a few things," I say, slapping his leg.

The few things I need to grab include sitting down at my computer to answer a bunch of e-mails I've been neglecting. I figure Z should keep Wrath busy long enough for me to do that.

I was right. When I return to the living room, they're still goofing around. Wrath jumps up when he sees me and salutes Z.

"Night, kids," Z calls out with a smirk.

"What took you so long?" Wrath asks, as soon as he closes the door behind us. "I thought you changed your mind."

Inside I melt at how vulnerable he sounds, then brace myself as I wait for him to get defensive.

But he doesn't.

"I just needed to do a few things."

He lets out another yawn and shakes his head.

"Come on, fighter. It's time for bed. I drop the nightshirt I brought up on the bed and take my shirt off. Behind me Wrath sucks in a harsh breath.

"Shit. Trin, your back."

Twisting and turning, I can't see what he's talking about. "What?"

He comes closer and runs his fingers over my shoulder blades. "Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"In the shower, I must've slammed you into the wall harder than I realized. You're scraped and I'm afraid it's gonna bruise."

"Oh. It can't be that bad. I don't feel anything."

"You might tomorrow." He runs his fingers through his hair, looking so damn upset. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm fine. I know you didn't do it on purpose."

"Hang on. Let me get something." He stalks into the bathroom and returns with a small, white tube. "Arnica gel, it'll help." He thrusts his chin at the bed. "Lie down for me."

I stretch out and the bed dips as he sits next to me. The gel is cool as he slicks it over my skin, and I jump a little. He spends so long rubbing and caring for me that I end up falling asleep. Vaguely I'm aware of him slipping off the rest of my clothes and tucking me under the blankets.

Since Trin passed out on me last night, I didn't get to bury my face in her pussy like I promised.

I like to think I'm a man of my word.

The serious case of morning wood I woke up with demands I wake Trinity up in a special way.

She's curled on her side, and I run my hand down the length of her spine. I'm relieved I thought to put something on her back last night, because there doesn't appear to be any bruising this morning. One glance at my big hand against her delicate body is a punch in the gut. A visual reminder to be more careful with her. A soft moan drags out of her and she rolls to her back. Beneath the sheet, I get a glimpse of pretty pink nipples hard from the morning chill.

The insatiable need to bury my dick in her claws at me, but I hold back. I brush my fingertips over her nipples, then use my tongue. Another moan gets me moving, kissing down her body, nuzzling her hip.

Above me she gasps, coming fully awake.

"Morning, angel."

"Mmmm" Her fingers rake through my hair. "Wyatt, what are you doing?"

"Keeping my promises."

Her eyes widen in surprise and her teeth nibble her bottom lip. "Wow. Good morning to you too."

I'm too worked up to laugh. Instead I wrap my hands around her thighs. "Open."

She lies back, arching her hips up, legs falling open.

"Wider."

Her hand tugs on my hair a little, but she does as I ask, closing her eyes.

She sucks in a quivering gasp as I hover over her. "So fucking beautiful."

She's already trembling all over and I haven't even put my mouth on her. My hands move up from her thighs, feathering over her slick folds, massaging up to her clit, until she falls back with a harsh sigh.

With deliberate strokes, my tongue caresses and toys with her, driving her hard and fast to the brink. "You taste so fucking good."

"Please, Wyatt." I can barely hear her soft, begging voice. My thumb slips over her clit as my tongue darts inside her. Any additional words she planned on are lost to moaning.

Easing back, I slide two fingers into her silky heat. "Look at me, Trin."

Forcing open her heavy lids, she blinks and a soft smile curves her lips.

"That's it. Keep your eyes on me while I make you come."

Her eyes penetrate right down to my soul and I falter for a second. Then my thumb twitches and she jolts. My fingers drag in and out of her with measured strokes, making sure to rub right over the spot that will set her off. Watching her struggle to keep her eyes open because I asked her to rips away my restraint.

Her breathing turns ragged, her entire body tensing up. Close. She's so damn close. My mouth finds her clit again, sucking, as my fingers keep working inside. She can't keep her eyes open any longer. Her back bows off the bed and the sweetest screams tear from her throat.

This is torture. I fling my hand out, desperately reaching for a condom while she rides it out.

"Wyatt, please," she begs. "Please, please"

"What do you need? I'm right here."

"Please fuck me."

It's not the first time she's said those words to me, but the impact slams into me with furious force.

Finally, my fingers brush against a condom. I'm ripping it open quicker than I've ever done before. Trinity's eyes follow my every movement.

"I don't think my dick's ever been so fucking hard, babe," I mutter at her. Her mouth drops open. But it's the loving way her eyes keep following me that excites me the most.

I want to fuck her so hard, so deep, and so thoroughly, she never leaves my bed again.

My lips find hers, drinking in her gasp as I press into her. My dick's screaming at me to move faster, sink into her harder but I hold back, afraid I'll hurt her.

"More, Wyatt."

I find the tender spot between her neck and shoulder, kissing and nipping. Beneath me, she goes nuts. Writhing and meeting every one of my thrusts. Christ, she's surrounding me. Her scent filling my nose, her voice filling my head, her body under mine.

This is it.

She's it.

Stop fucking it up.

The voices in my head are not helpful.

Balancing my weight on my elbows, I'm able to watch her as I ease back, then thrust deep again and again. Her eyes widen and her sexy fucking mouth opens.

"Come for me again, Angel Face," I growl against her ear. "Give me everything."

"Mmmm."

Nope. She's got no words left. I pound into her, loving the way she moves and rolls with me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as a hard orgasm sweeps over her, taking me along for the ride.

How have I ever denied that this woman owns a piece of my soul?