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

falling down to well below her tits. And God damn are they a fantastic set of tits. I know for a fucking fact they’d fit perfectly in the palms of my hands while she’s riding my cock. Lips that are strawberry in color, lush enough to kiss and fucking bite at. Her dark chocolates eyes, though, they hold a fire inside them when she realizes I’m looking right at her. She’s not dressed like her friends, who must have been out trolling for their next victim. Not this girl. She’s in a baseball shirt, showing her love for the Boston Red Sox. A girl after my own damn heart and not all about the more popular team. Cut-off shorts show her long legs, down to her matching blue Converse shoes. Fuck, this girl is going to be my damn kryptonite.

I walk over to where she’s sitting. As soon as she notices me approaching her, the girl is up on her feet, a smile playing on her lips, and it’s knocking me for a damn loop.

“Hey, I’m Trick. I hear you’re looking for a side piece?” I hold my hand out to shake hers.

“Hi. Wren. Yep, I am.” She takes my offered hand.

“Let’s take this into the room. We can discuss what you’re looking for and how many sessions it’ll take.”

“Sounds good.” I look over at Raven. She gives me a look before eyeing the chicks on the couch.

“Your friends going to be okay?” I ask Wren over my shoulder.

“Oh yeah, they have a ride coming to get them. They knew I wanted to come in tonight but had to stop at Kelly’s and of course, drink too much. They do this a lot. You know, crazy college kids,” she huffs out.

“Alright, but something tells me you might be one of those crazy college kids too, you know?”

“Maybe, but not to the point of guzzling more than my weight in vodka. I value my liver more than that.” We make it to my room. At some places, everyone works out in the open. My shop isn’t like that. I tried working that way when I was doing my internship. It fucking sucked. This way gives our clients a bit of privacy too.

I turn around and stop in my tracks. Standing before me with her shirt pulled up, showing off her side, is Wren. Smooth tan skin is showing. She’s got a piercing through her navel, the jewel shimmering in the light. It has my mouth fucking salivating.

“I want it right along here.” She moves her hand, letting me know she wants it from her rib cage to low on her hip.

“Let’s see what you want.” I sit on my stool, waiting to see what she pulls up on her phone, hating that I just lost the sight of her lithe body.

2

Wren

Holy sex on a stick. Seriously. This man is a work of fucking art. Literally. Did I mention that? Long, lean body, tall, a good foot or so taller than me. Which isn’t saying much since I’m five foot three inches on a good day. Dark hair that’s shaved on the sides and styled haphazardly on top. Tattoos on both arms, arms that are defined, making me drool, and if I’m not careful, it’ll be running down my chin. His eyes… God his eyes. Hazel that borders on the green side, making me think about the leaves on a tree and how they change from that deep green to the deepest brown as the season begins to change in the fall. I’ve never seen a set like his, and believe me, eyes are the one thing I look at the most when I meet someone new. The wicked grin he gave me when I lifted up my shirt, I’m not sure how I’ll handle his hands on me for the next few hours.

“I want something similar to this, but maybe you can design it?” I show him the flower. I love peonies. They’re something near and dear to my heart, have depth and meaning, bringing me back to childhood memories.

“Yeah, I can do that.” Trick’s eyes meet mine. “What else do you want? How many peonies? Color or no color?” he fires off.

“Three, in different sizes with the leaves. I don’t want color, but I want depth, if that makes any sense.”

“Yeah, let me draw something up. Do you mind if I do it freehand?” Fucking hell, I’m not sure I’ll be strong enough for this. Trick with gloves on is