He makes a sexy, hummy sound of approval and continues exploring. I pull in a sharp breath when his fingers find their target. Gently he strokes the wetness between my legs, then up to stroke the tips of his fingers against my clit. Not enough to get me off. Enough to drive me nuts.

"Seems like longer to me, angel." His voice is low and rough, so I know he's as turned on as I am. He slides his fingers down again. Almost to the entrance of my pussy.

"Wyatt, please?"

"That's my girl. Love when you beg for my cock." I attempt an outraged snort, but it sounds more like a needy whimper. I try wiggling my hips again.

"Ask nicely."

"You fucker," I grumble, because I wanted to be the one to shock him with some unexpected office sex, but somehow he turned the tables on me. I get a sharp slap on my ass.

"That's not nice. Try again."

I let out a string of curses and get his palm against my ass for each one. "I'm starting to think you just like my hand on your ass." He leans over me, kissing my shoulder and I press back against him. He wraps an arm around my body, reaching for my clit. "Yeah, you definitely like it." There's a twist to his voice, as if he's out of breath.

There's a tug at my waist and my panties slide down my legs I kick them to the side and arch my back. Then his hands are at my hips holding me up while he slams into me hard and fast.

"About fucking time." I end up panting the words. Another sharp crack fills the air as his hand kisses my ass again.

"You're mouthy tonight," he says. "I like it."

He's pulling me into him and pounding into me at the same time. My fingers curl over the edges of the desk. "That's right. Hold on, Trinity."

An unbearable tension builds with every thrust. "Right there, please don't stop, Wyatt" The rest of my words are lost to frantic moaning and sobbing as I come. Wyatt shouts as he comes, too. He drapes his body over mine, squishing me against the desk. Slick with sweat, my arms give out and we end up dropping to the floor in a sweaty, tangled heap. "Fuck, sorry," he apologizes. "You okay?"

I moan out a yes and he chuckles, then shifts, puling me on top of him. He palms the back of my head and pulls me to him for a harsh kiss.

He gestures to his leg. "Are you trying to kill me woman?"

I burst out laughing and he joins me. Our moment's cut short by a sound out in the gym. My gaze collides with his. "Wyatt?"

"Shit," he lifts himself off the floor and hands me my clothes. "Get dressed." I can't find my bra or panties in the pile he gave me, but it doesn't matter. As soon as I'm covered, he points behind the desk. "Stay down. I'll be right back."

Before I can assure him or ask him not to go, he's out the door. I crouch behind the desk and wait like he asked. He's not gone long when there's a shout and scuffle.

"Trin, it's okay."

I flip the overhead lights on as I walk into the gym. And stop dead when I see Wrath holding up one of the kids from his training class. Even though he's close to being murdered, he takes the time to leer at me. Heat races across my cheeks, I can only imagine what this kid heard.

"Seems Twitch has been breaking into the place at night. We upgraded the alarm system this week, but he didn't know that."

"You two really should have locked the door. What if I'd been a bad guy," the kid says with a small smirk.

"Shut up," Wrath growls. He turns and grins at me. "Wasn't planning to stay long."

We find out he's been breaking in to sleep here, because he left his house. I get the impression there are details he'd rather not go into in front of me. But his story is enough to convince Wrath not to murder the kid.

"I should have him show Z how he broke into the other system," Wrath says to me.

Obviously the kid can't stay with us and he can't stay at the gym. Since they're still prospects, Hoot and Birch haven't earned a room at the clubhouse yet. Their apartment is halfway between Crystal Ball and Wrath's gym, and that's where we drop Twitch off.

Wrath's laughing by the time we get on the highway. "Jesus Christ, can you believe that shit?"

"No."

As soon as we're in my bedroom, Wrath wraps his arms around me. "Since we were interrupted at the gym, how 'bout a do over? That filthy mouth of yours was a big fuckin' turn on."

I burst out laughing. "I don't think my ass can take it."

The rest of our weekend is excitement-free. No more break-ins at Wrath's gym. The group returns on Sunday. Hope seems unimpressed with our downstate charter and I smother a smile when she describes Tawny using a bunch of big words that basically add up to "scary biker bitch."

The guys spend the afternoon unloading the van. Hope runs home, which clearly irritates Rock. I mind my own business on both issues.

Teller calls with news that his grandmother died and wants to know if he can bring Heidi to the clubhouse. I promise to have Rock call him back right away.

Since I'm not sure what the guys are actually doing out in the garage, I call out for Rock instead of going inside.

"What's up, Trinny?" he asks as he marches out to meet me.

"Teller's grandmother died. He wants to bring Heidi up. He asked if you'd call him back."

"Fuck. Yeah of course." He pulls out his own phone and walks way.

Wrath navigates his way to me and I fill him in.

"Poor bug. Kid's had it rough her whole life." I melt at the way he talks about Heidi, even though I know most of the time he thinks she's a brat.

He's wrong about himself, he'd be a great dad.

Heidi won't look or speak to any of us when she gets here. Not even Murphy cheers her up. Axel also joins us, but she rolls herself into a ball on the couch and sobs.

Rejected for the second time, Murphy storms past me. "She's asking for Hope."

Well, at least it's something.

Hope makes it back quick and Heidi responds to her right away. I'm not jealous. Don't have a motherly bone in my body.

What I can do is help Teller make the funeral arrangements. I also call Swan and ask her to come up and give me a hand.

The day of the funeral, Wrath warns me Tawny and Sway are coming up. Just what I need.

While I'm in the kitchen with Hope, I figure I better warn her in case Rock hasn't.

"Heads up-Sway and Tawny are on their way up for the funeral."

"Oh. That's nice of them."

Sometimes I understand why Wrath calls her clueless. "More than likely, he's using it as an excuse to come up for something else."

"Oh. Are you worried?" she asks.

"Not really." I better tell her this now. "I won't be offended if you want to boss me around in front of Tawny."

A harsh chuckle bursts out of her. "Yeah, that's not happening, Trin."

God bless her. "I'm not an ol' lady, Hope."

She pins me with a hard stare. "I don't give a fuck. You're my friend."

My chest burns with so much emotion, I'm going to burst into tears or laughter. "Wow, look at you with the potty mouth," I tease.

"What are you talking about? I swear all the time." She almost sounds insulted.

Our silly discussion is interrupted by Rock and Wrath storming into the kitchen. "You girls okay?" Rock asks, his gaze dashing between the two of us.

"Yeah, Hope's just cussing like a sailor," I tell him.

Rock's eyebrow quirks up.

Wrath shakes his head. "Cinderella."

Rock takes her out of the kitchen and Wrath closes in on me.

"We need to talk."

Z and I have to call the guys to church the morning of the funeral. Even though Teller specifically asked the brothers not to make a fuss, Sway's using the service as an excuse to come visit. What he really wants, is to grab some guns he mistakenly gave us. Rock knows I'm annoyed. About the guns, yeah. That's some stupid, fucked-up shit. But after what Trin told me, I don't want Sway anywhere near her. Tawny either. She tosses any bullshit at Trinity, I'll knock her big-haired ass out.

"Rock, unless you think you need me, I'm going to hang with Trinity." Been to enough fuckin' funerals in my life. Don't need to go to one for a woman I barely know who hates my guts.

"Yeah. That's fine. I gotta give Hope a head's up that Tawny's coming." He runs his hands over his face. "What a pain in the balls."

"No shit."

We find the girls in the kitchen. Rock takes Hope and I corner Trinity. "We need to talk." Reaching out, I brush some hair off her face and her eyes close. "You need some rest, babe."

"I know. Once today's over with."

"Listen, I'm gonna hang with you at the house. I know I'm not much help-"

"But you want to keep Sway away from me?"

Shit. Guess I'm pretty fuckin' obvious. "Yeah."

She sighs. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

I expected her to kick up more of a fuss.

When we get out to the grandmother's house, Teller lets us in. "Thanks so much, guys," he mumbles before taking off.

I'm happy to be in charge of providing refreshments to everyone after the funeral. With Wyatt sitting at the kitchen table, keeping a close eye on me, I'm able to organize the unfamiliar space quickly.

Besides a few civilian friends of Heidi and Teller, friends of the grandmother's also show up. It's a weird mix of elderly and bikers.

Wrath comes over and squeezes my arm. His mouth quirks up. But before he says what's on his mind, he gets a text. "Fuck, Rock needs me outside for a sec. You okay in here?"

I haven't seen Tawny or Sway yet, so I nod.

He's not gone five seconds before Tawny sashays into the kitchen like she fuckin' owns it. God, I hate this bitch.

"Don't you have someone you should be servicing?" she says instead of an actual greeting.

"Just doing my job. Can I get you anything?" I ask sweetly.

"I thought your job was getting on your knees when a brother asks. You think you're hot shit because that scary mountain man's panting after you today? That ain't gonna last. None of these guys will take used goods as an old lady."

The fact that I know this bitch fucks around behind her husband's back, and yet has the nerve to judge me, pisses me off. I'm trying to come up with a clever way to say that when she asks where Hope is.

"She should be taking care of this stuff, not you," she bitches. I almost snort at that. Hope's not particularly domestic.

As if she knew we were talking about her, Hope wanders in. "Hi, Tawny," she says brightly.

The old bitch is all sunshine and unicorns for Hope. "There you are. The old lady of the upstate charter."

I throw Hope a thumbs up for distracting Tawny and breathe a sigh of relief when they leave the kitchen.

But her damage is done. The words used goods keep banging around in my head and I don't know how to stop them.

I want to pump my fist in the air when I get the okay from Rock to have the girls wrap things up at Teller's house.

Get me the fuck outta here. Trin's quiet and I just know Tawny did something to upset my girl. Need to get her alone to figure out what it is so I can fix it.

Sway and Tawny take forever to leave. The whole time I'm making small talk with Sway outside our clubhouse, I want to plant my fist in his throat. Once they leave, I'm on the hunt for my girl. Z stops me right before I get to the kitchen.

"They leave?" he asks.

"Yeah, finally. You seen Trin?"

"No." His mouth turns up. "You shoulda heard Hope this morning, tellin' Rock she ain't gonna treat Trinity bad just to impress Queen Bitch."

"What're you talking about?"

His shoulders lift. "I dunno. Somethin' musta went down when we were visiting. I was busy getting' shot-"

"Quit your whining."

He just laughs. "Tawny must have told her to boss Trin around or something and Hope told Rock-not happening."

Fuck me. I want to protect Trin, but there's some thingswell, I'm real happy she's got someone else in her corner.