by Tory Baker
“Fuck yeah, I did.” My hands cup her cheeks, my mouth landing on hers. I back her up against the door that I slammed shut. Her hips arch into my body. It’s always like this, both of us consumed with enough passion to shine like the brightest star.
“That was one heck of a hello kiss.” Her face is flush, and I know the kiss isn’t the only thing that has her excited. Last time she was under my needle, it made her so wet I could smell her the entire fucking time.
“The best is yet to come. Want to see what I have done so far?”
“Yes!” She pulls off her sweater, starts to undo the clasp on her bra.
“Damn it, Wren.” My voice is full of lust. One look at her tits, and I’m fucking toast.
“You’ll live. You’re about to be up close and personal with them, so you may as well deal with it now.” She shrugs her shoulders while unclasping it. This time, I don’t stop her.
“Oh, I’ll get you back. You’ll be ready for my mouth after we get done, but I’m going to tease the fuck out of you. Make you as needy as you make me.”
Her nipples are pebbled, and if we weren’t in a sterile environment, my mouth, tongue, and hands would be all over them. Instead, I shake my thoughts away.
“Oh my God, Trick. It’s stunning.” Her fingers trace the letters that say ‘La Vie est Belle’ meaning life is beautiful. It couldn't be any more accurate either. The life we’re creating is so much more than beautiful, it’s fucking everything.
“Not as stunning as you.” I sit on my stool, pull her into my lap so she’s straddling me. I need her to be mine now more than ever.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Never been better, but I do want to ask you something.” I pull the ring off my pinky finger, grab her hand, place it on that all-too-important ring finger, and ask, “Wren, baby, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she screams out before I can say anything else. She’s peppering my face with kisses. I take her lips when she finally settles down. Wren melts under me, letting me control our passion. I sip at her lips, teasing her top lip, then her bottom before our tongues find each other. We kiss for what seems like hours but is only minutes before pulling apart.
“I’m not saying we get married right away. You still have a world to conquer, and you know I’d never stop you from doing that. I’m in your corner always, but maybe we can plan it bit by bit or run away one summer and tie the knot. Whatever you want, as long as we’re together, the rest of it will be what it will be.”
“I love you, and I’m thinking of a summer wedding, but maybe next year?” she asks.
“I love you, and whenever you want. You ready for this tattoo, or you wanna go home?” I question.
“Oh, I’m ready for the tattoo. I’m also ready for what happens when we get home.” She winks, then pulls herself off my lap, lies down on the table as I wash my hands, making sure everything is sterile before I tattoo my woman. It’s going to look fucking phenomenal too. In a place no one can see, but a place I can run my tongue over. One of those places that turns her on when I lick and suck at the underside of her breast. Fuck, I can’t wait for all the years we have in our future.
Epilogue
Wren
THREE YEARS LATER
“Oh God, Trick,” I moan. Our bodies are slick with sweat. The window against my body is showing anyone who could possibly watch just what he’s doing to me. Not that anyone could see what Trick is doing, well, unless they have binoculars. Then more power to them.
Our bodies are moving together with every thrust of Tricks hips. I’m on my toes, arching my body, wanting to feel his piercing hit me in the most amazing way.
“Yeah, I feel it. Your cunt is rippling around my cock. You ready to come, Mrs. Kelly?” he groans in my ear. That’s something I still love to hear even though it’s been a couple of years since we tied the knot. Trick never ceases to amaze me.
Today, when I graduated from college, it was him whistling as loud as he could and the Kelly brothers cheering for me in the audience. Our parents all just laughed. We went out to dinner to celebrate, but after that, we parted ways. We wanted to celebrate with just the two of us, and this is my favorite way to reconnect with Trick. Yes, I’m ashamed to say during my final exams, I was an asshole of epic proportions. Snapping at Trick, staying up all night to study, forgetting to eat. This man though, he’d deal with my crazy bitchiness. I’m not sure how except that he loves me, and God, do I love him.
So, when he told me this morning he was going to fuck the sass out of me, I was so freaking ready. That’s probably why, when I placed his hand beneath my dress while we were sitting at the restaurant, I gave him a shock of my own. When I excused myself while we were waiting for our table, I went to the bathroom, stripped out of my panties, balled them up, and threw them in my purse. We left shortly after his fingers made their presence known at my entrance.
“Fucking come for me, Wren,” he demands. My body does exactly that for Trick. I feel him come right along with me. It’s the best feeling in the world.
Our parents asked us when we’d be planning to have children. We talked about it at length so many times. With Trick’s schedule and me working as a social worker, we’re happy where we are right now without children. Who knows, maybe a couple of years down the road, we’ll have one, but if not, that’s okay too. Right now, it’s us two, and we really enjoy what we have for the time being.
“That was amazing,” I moan when he pulls out of my body. Trick grabs his shirt to clean me up. He’s always taking care of me.
“It always is. I’m so proud of you, Wren. The last month was worth it, barely seeing you, our schedules conflicting. It’s only going up from here, baby.”
“Thank you. I can’t thank you enough for giving me this beautiful life we’ve created. I love you.” Trick picks me up, both of us abandoning everything as I wrap my legs around his waist. He’s ready to go again, and I am here for it.
“I love you, Wren, baby. So fucking much.” My back meets the couch. He slides deep inside of me again, and this is only the beginning. Trick and I have so much to see, to enjoy, to live our lives, and I can’t wait to watch it happen.
The End
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Trick was book 1 in a 4 book series
Trick by Tory Baker
Cillian by Megan Wade
Branagan by Aria Cole & Mila Crawford
Sean by L. Nicole
About the Author
Tory Baker is a devoted mother to her two children, who keep her busy with their abundance of energy and sports. She’s a dog mom to her Weimaraner, Remi and her beagle, Gunner. She lives in sunny Florida where she enjoys the sun, sand, and water anytime she can. Most of the time you can find her outside with a laptop on her lap, soaking up the rays while writing about Alpha men who love their women with everything they have to give and puts them first in everything they do with a guaranteed happily ever after.
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