Trick (The Kelly Brothers #1) - Tory Baker Page 0,3

making sure my clothes are out of his way, while he gets the rest of his station ready. Meanwhile, I have no idea how I’m going to handle him so close to my body.

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Trick

This girl is every temptation wrapped into one delectable fucking body. “You ready?” I ask her, my tattoo gun in my hand. Both of my hands are gloved, but I have no doubt I’ll still feel the heat radiating off her body.

“Yeah.” She closes her eyes, letting out a coo. One of my hands is stretching her skin the way I need to for my first stroke, the other drawing the first line.

“Still okay?” I ask after I did the test, so she’s ready for it.

“Oh yeah.” Fuck, the way she says it like that, it lets me know this girl could very well be made for me. I nod my head, get into the zone, wishing like hell I had taken a break before Wren walked her cute ass into my room. I need a smoke like there’s no tomorrow. She lies perfectly still for me. The only time she moves is when I adjust her. At one point, I could swear I smell her pussy weeping with desire. It has me backing off for a minute to catch my breath. Wren doesn’t move. Instead, she’s right where I left her, singing softly to a song about a girl shaking her thighs, a seduction line and being mine, all mine. Fuck, if this isn’t setting the tone of what I want Wren to be.

I’m glad it was my day to pick the music in the shop. I’d much rather listen to Wren sing than what Raven would pick, probably that screaming shit she loves so damn much.

“You need a break?” I ask after regrouping. I got the whole outline done.

“I could use one. Plus, I can see if the girls left the shop and aren’t loitering on the couches,” Wren starts to swing her legs around. I stop her, having already taken my gloves off. My hands meet her smooth, silky thighs. It takes a fuck of a lot of willpower not to slide them upward. I can envision it now, my thumbs playing at the edges of her cut-off shorts and seeing how wet she is for me.

“Take your time. You might be lightheaded at first.” Wren is still holding up her shirt, and I swear to Christ I get a glimpse of the underside of her breast. This is going to be a very long night.

“I’m good, promise.” She places one of her hands on top of mine. I turn my palm up and hold her hand as she stands up.

“You go check on your friends. I’ll be out front when you’re ready to continue. And Wren?”

“Yes, Trick?” Now all I can think of is her saying my name while her legs are up over my shoulders, my hands holding her hips as I fuck her, hard and fast.

“If we need to break this up into a few sessions, we can do that too.”

“Nah, I can handle the pain.” Her voice is full of sass.

“Yeah, I bet you can.” We make our way out front, her veering off to where her friends are still sitting—I guess their ride hasn’t arrived yet—and me towards the front entrance. Most bosses would make their employees smoke or take their breaks in the back alley, but there’s no fucking way I want to be back there with all the dumpsters, let alone my employees.

I’m just lighting my cigarette when Wren and her two friends walk out. She has her shirt held up by her arm again. That same arm is covering up her tits, so I can’t see the rack that is going to find me in my dreams tonight.

“I had to call one of their boyfriends. I guess they never called an Uber.” Wren rolls her eyes.

I chuckle. “Make sure nothing rubs up against your side.” I look down at it. For this being her first tattoo, she did not go small. She went fucking massive, and it’s already looking fucking amazing. I don’t care if that sounds bigheaded of me or not.

“I won’t. Here’s their ride now. Thanks for not kicking them out earlier.” Wren walks back to where the girls are standing, still holding on to her shirt tightly—a little too tightly for my liking, as if she’s worried the car these girls are getting into has an asshole among them. I take one last