Trick (The Kelly Brothers #1) - Tory Baker Page 0,2

one thing, feeling him skin to skin, it’s not going to be easy.

“Sure, I have no problem with that.” My voice croaks as I say it.

“I’ll need you to lose your bra, tuck your shirt up, unbutton your shorts. I’ll give you something to place over your hip if you need it.” He turns away quickly, and I do what needs to be done, even though I’m sure most girls would ask for privacy. I live with two other girls, where there is no such thing as privacy. Everyone barges in on one another, and there’s no knocking either.

I take my bra off through my shirt, placing it on the spare chair in the corner, and unbutton my pants.

“Where do you want me?” I ask once I’m done.

“Jesus, that was fast.” Trick’s voice has this hoarse tone to it.

“I’m quick.” The way I lift my shoulders causes my breasts to bounce. A wicked look appears on Trick’s face. I know I’m truly screwed, and when he runs his thumb across his thick bottom lip, it causes my nipples to pebble even harder.

“Stand right here for me.” I stand between his spread legs while he’s sitting on the stool, trying to think about the form Raven had me sign, the disclosure on the cost that was just a rough estimate. Nothing stops my mind from being placed fully in the gutter. Especially when his fingers press firmly into my skin on the other side of the hip Trick isn’t working on.

I look down. I’m holding my shirt up so as to not get in the way of his hand working when he starts talking. “How often do you go to Kelly’s?”

“Um. Oh, not often. In fact, this is a rare night that I have off. Hence, why I’m finally down here. I couldn’t make an appointment in case my schedule changed, like it usually does.” He’s biting his lower lip as he draws.

“Where do you work?” I have a feeling Trick is asking me as many questions as he can because he can feel the desire radiating off of my body, what with my flesh covered in goose bumps and my nipples clearly being in the high beam state.

“I’m a receptionist at Lavish Locks. I love it there, but between school and work, it makes having a life hard.”

“It’ll be worth it though. You wanna take a look in the mirror? That’s the base, and then I’ll add some more flare as I go along.” I walk over to the mirror. My eyes zero in on the peonies and leaves surrounding them. I’m unaware of Trick until he comes up behind me. He looks at the drawn tattoo in the mirror. His hands are in the air, fingers poised and at the ready, as if he’s going to touch me, to trace those lines that are going to be permanently inked on my body. Trick doesn’t though, and I don’t like that. Not at all. I lean back into his chest. For once in my life, I’m going to let go and let fate do its thing. Our eyes meet. His hands finally meet my hips, so low, he’s practically inside my shorts, not that it’s hard to be there. My shorts are practically pulled down to where the edge of my panties can be seen. If he slid those fingers any further and towards the front of my body, he’d feel just how much my body is on fire for him.

“Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” Trick groans low in his throat before stepping away.

I don’t say anything, not that I would know what to say. I give him time to collect himself, and if I’m being honest, I need to collect myself as well.

“It’s beautiful.” I finally compose myself. My fingertips flit over the design, torturing myself because just moments ago, these were Trick’s fingers on my body.

“We’ll see what you think of it when I’m done. You ready?” His voice is gruff. I really hope I didn’t make him uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I didn’t. The heated tension that is radiating off both our bodies is enough to blaze a trail.

“Yeah, where do you want me?” It doesn’t come out as an innuendo at all, but the look on his face… He wants that and so much more.

“Lying down, on your side. I’ll do a test line, make sure you’re okay, then we’ll get into the outlining and go from there.”

“Okay.” I get on his chair, lying down,