Trick (The Kelly Brothers #1) - Tory Baker Page 0,4

drag of my cigarette before flicking the end with my finger until it’s not lit anymore, dropping the butt into the trash. Only then do I make my way over to Wren. I’ll be damned if some dick for brains is going to mess with her.

“Shut up, Jake. She’s your girlfriend. The least you can do is take them home,” I hear her grumble. I’m light on my feet. My arm reaches her lower back until it molds to her lower hip, right below her tattoo.

“Way to be a slut, Wren,” he admonishes.

“Is there a problem here?” I speak up, knowing the dick saw me coming and watched as Wren’s body melted into me when she felt me.

“Uh, no. But Wren, I’m not coming to pick you up.” With that, he speeds away.

“What a prick. As if I’d ever ask him to pick me up. Heather sure knows how to choose them. Sorry about that. If you’re ready, we can go back inside?” Wren has turned around and is looking at me with softness in her eyes.

“Don’t worry about him. Ready when you are. You going to be able to get home safely tonight?” I question.

“Yeah, I’ll call an Uber or walk home. I’m only a few blocks from here.”

“That’s not what I’m asking, but you aren’t walking home either. That dick gonna be at your place when you get there?” I raise an eyebrow with my question. She gives me a soft smile. “Probably, but I have a lock on my bedroom door, and for the most part, he doesn’t bother me.” I grab her hand, the one not holding her shirt up. My lips find the pulse point on her wrist. I kiss her there once, and then my fucking tongue comes out to play, licking it, allowing my tongue to tease her with how I would if I were down on my knees in front of her. Those shorts out of the way, a leg thrown over my shoulder as my mouth fucks her pussy.

I have a deep-seated need to taste her in every possible way, starting with this. The soft moan she lets out is almost more than I can take. When her fingers graze the scruff on my jawline, I know if I don’t stop this now, I never will.

4

Wren

I’m back on Trick’s table. He’s working on the shading now, and yeah, it may hurt like a bitch at times, but that is not something I will admit to him. Especially because I was the one who was adamant about finishing in only one session.

I hiss when he hits the same spot for the third time.

“I’m not saying I told you so, but I told you so.” Trick stops tattooing me, giving my skin a break.

“Yeah, I know.” I sit up on the arm that was underneath me, causing his eyes to watch me the entire time.

“You want to let this heal, come back in a few weeks?” he offers.

“How much more do you have left to do?” I want to know before I make a decision.

“About an hour. Not gonna lie, your skin is going to be screaming tomorrow. Do you have to work?”

“Nope, tomorrow is my one day off work. I’m going to sleep in and study when I wake up. Other than that, I’ll be a couch potato. What about you?” My skin does need a break, but I know if I don’t finish this, I probably won’t come back with the way my schedule is.

“Sundays mean dinner at my parents’, with my brothers, Branagan, Cillian, and Sean. You’ve probably met them all, seeing how you were at Kelly’s earlier today. Sometimes we all take shifts behind the bar to help out. For the most part, it’s mainly my parents.” The softness in his tone tells me he loves it even though he’s rolling his eyes.

“That’s really sweet. I’m sure they love having their boys at home.”

“Tell me about yourself, your family. Then we’ll get back to it unless you need longer,” he jokes.

“I’m an only child. It’s just my dad and me. We lost my mom when I was fifteen, that’s why I’m getting this. It’s kind of a tribute but also a memorial. My mom’s favorite flowers were peonies. It translated to me, and we also had a garden full of them at our house. When she passed, though, Dad couldn’t stand the house we lived in anymore. He packed everything up, and we moved to the city. He still