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“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I thought we should conserve water.”
One corner of her mouth kicks up. “Oh, really?”
“Yup.”
“Is this the new ‘Earth friendly’ Wrath?”
“Yeah, sure.” My hands go to the hem of my shirt and yank it up over my head, dropping it on the bench outside the shower stall. Trinity quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?”
She’s trying to act cool, but I definitely notice her breathing picking up. I keep my eyes on her as I kick off my sneakers and ease my shorts over my hips. “Not yet. The impressive part’s coming right up.”
Laughter bubbles out of her, bouncing around the tight confines of the shower stall. “God, you’re cocky.”
“You have no idea.”
I make a good show of sliding my hand up and down my cock. “This is what you do to me.”
“Me?” she asks with an innocently raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, you,” I answer, taking a step into the shower. She backs up and I reach out to pull her to me.
“I thought you’re not supposed to have sex before a fight?”
“That’s an old superstition.”
“You’re not superstitious? Not even a little?”
Instead of answering, I wrap my arms around her slick little body and pick her up, pressing her into the wall. Her legs squeeze my hips, and her head falls back. My mouth finds hers and I kiss her until the air is knocked right out of me. She’s panting when I pull away, soaking wet, with water falling down her face, droplets clinging to her plump lips.
I’m stuck. I want to fuck her hard and fast against the wall, but I also want to take my time and taste every inch of her. There’s not enough room in the shower for the second option.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just want more than a quick fuck in the shower.”
She cocks her head to the side like she doesn’t believe what she’s hearing. Slowly, she unlocks her legs from around my waist and holding onto my thighs, she kneels on the shower floor.
“What are you doing, babe?”
Instead of answering, she wraps her lips around my cock and swirls her tongue around the head.
“Fuck,” I groan out and almost lose my balance. She grips my legs tighter and I lean forward, bracing myself on the wall so I don’t fall. And because I need to watch her. My teeth sink into my lip as she keeps stroking, taking me deeper each time.
“Angel, I’m really close.”
She nods and hums, only making things more desperate for me. Her hands squeeze tighter and move faster.
“Fuck. You’re killing me.”
The corners of her mouth turn up in a devilish smile and she peeks up at me.
That’s it. I’m done. She takes me deep one last time, and I’m coming down the back of her throat. She keeps sucking and licking until I can’t take another stroke of her hot little tongue, then giggles at me when I pull her up into my arms.
“Why’d you do that? I wanted to come in your tight, fucking pussy, babe.”
“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?”
“Hmmm…I 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 ha
ir, 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?
Always has. Always will.
“I want you to come to the fight with me tomorrow,” I whisper in Trinity’s ear, hugging her tighter to me.
She tips her face up, cocking her head like she heard wrong. “You’ve never wanted me at one of your fights before.”
That’s not entirely true, but we’re still wrapped up in my bed together. I’m not ruining the moment by arguing with her. “Well, I want you there.”
She keeps staring. Hmm, maybe I need to be more convincing. “You’ve been such a big help getting me ready for the fight, you deserve to see the rewards.” I flash my cockiest grin.
She nibbles on her lower lip.
“Hope will be there,” I say, trying to encourage her.
The corner of her mouth twitches, a brief sign of disappointment. “Oh, did Rock ask you to bring me to keep her company?”
She would think that wouldn’t she? “No, he didn’t. I want you there as my good luck charm.”
She chuckles and the sound relaxes me. “What’s with you needing a good luck charm lately? Are you nervous?”
I snort. Christ, I’ve been taking and throwing punches my entire life. Compared to the shit I’ve lived through, some underground fight barely registers on my give-a-fuck meter.
Pulling her tighter to me, I look into her eyes and lie through my teeth. “I’ll be so amped up after, I’ll need to fuck you to come down from the adrenaline rush.”
A spark of interest flares in her eyes. Of course. As much as I try to change our dynamic, sex is the best way we relate to each other.
“Me?”
Fuck, she’s a pain in my ass.
“No one but you.” The words come out so easy, I realize they’re the absolute truth. Can she tell?
No. Trinity seems shocked and I try not to be insulted.
“Okay,” she whispers.
I stand to make a fuckload of money off this fight. For myself and for my club. People will bet against me heartily. As long as I have Trinity there watching, it won’t bother me a whip.
“What time do you want to leave today?” I ask, because it seems Wrath has no intention of getting out of bed.
“I don’t. I think I’ll do some light cardio and stuff here, and chill for the afternoon.”
Surprised, I turn and peer up at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I usually do a rest day before getting the shit kicked out of me.”
My breath catches and I have to sit up so I can get air in my lungs.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
“It just…it just hit me. You could get hurt.” The bed shifts as he sits up next to me. One of his big hands slides over my lower back, soothing me. “What did you think I was getting ready for, a flower arranging contest?”
I can’t summon up any laughter. “It’s not funny.”
“Hey, come here.” He pulls me into his arms. “I’ve done this before. I know you think I’m a cocky asshole, but I really do know what I’m doing.”
“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” I whisper.
“Just cocky?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. “How about this. I promise, I won’t even let him get a shot in.”
He seems so sure of himself. And I have to remember, he’s been fighting for longer than I’ve known him.
“Okay.”
“Good.” He tickles my side. “You know what I do want to do today?”
“Oh, I can guess.”
“Not that. Maybe later.”
I punch his arm and he pretends to be seriously injured. “First, I want to eat breakfast. I’m staaarving,” he says, like a dramatic five-year-old would.
“Yeah, okay. Then what?”
His gaze bounces around the room before settling on his closet. “Why don’t we go out to the gun range?”
Typical. “Sounds good. I’d love to kick your ass at some target practice.”
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’ll enjoy watching you try.”
After breakfast, Wrath runs upstairs to grab his range bag. I stay in the kitchen and pack lunch into a backpack, then hurry into my room to throw on a sweatshirt.
He’s waiting for me by the front door when I return. “Got your gun?”
I nod to the closet where the one of the club’s gun lockers is tucked away. “In there.”
He cocks his head. “You should keep one in your room.” He grumbles to himself and scowls down the hall.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m just pissed I never thought of how unprotected you are down here.”
“What are you talking about? You guys have this place wired better than a doomsday bunker.”
My characterization makes him laugh.
“Come on, Angel Face.” Warmth prickles over my skin at the familiar endearment. He opens the door and loops his arm over my shoulders as we walk to the garage. I soak up the crisp, fresh air and squint at the bright light. Inside the garage he stares at the ATVs and UTVs for a second. “As much as I enjoy you snuggled up at my back, let’s take the Ranger. More room to store our shit.”
