Trick You: A Brother's Best Friend Romance (Rebel Ink Book 2)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Ready?” Spike asks as I drain the last of my drink.

  “Yep, let’s do this shit,” I say, crushing the can and standing to leave.

  “She looks good on you, man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this fucking much.”

  “You trying to tell me that I was a miserable fucker before her?”

  “You had your moments.”

  “Jesus. Let’s go before you start getting deeper into feelings and shit. I’ve got a girl for that now.”

  “Don’t I fucking know it. This place is seriously fucking quiet these days.”

  “What, even with all the pussy you get? Ow,” I complain when he slugs me in the shoulder.

  “I need a fucking roommate.”

  “No, you need a live-in cleaner.”

  “Do you want to end the night without another black eye?”

  “Do your worst, just know that my girl will be after you if I come home with any kind of mark on me tonight.”

  He shudders in mock fear, but I know the threat hits home. I see the way he looks at Danni, like she’s a creature from another planet. He has no idea what to do with a woman I trust wholeheartedly. He’s believed for years that not a single one of them can be trusted beyond owning a nice warm and wet pussy to slide into, so we’re a weird concept for him to get his head around.

  In only minutes, we’re greeting tonight’s doorman and making our way inside. Seeing as Spike is a regular, he nods at one of the waitresses, holds two fingers up, and heads to his usual table.

  Our arses have barely hit the seat when she appears with a tray in her hand, a whiskey, and three shots of something neon for both of us.

  “Cheers, Krissy,” Spike says with a wink before downing two of the shots. “To the stag we never got to have,” he says, lifting the third towards me and drinking that one as well.

  “We are having a wedding. There will be a hen and stag do then, you know.”

  “Yeah, but it’s ages away. I wanted to celebrate now.”

  “By celebrate, you mean get drunk and fuck a stripper?”

  “Uh, I’m pretty sure that’s the same thing, right?”

  Laughing at him, I take my first shot. It’s fucking awful and burns all the way down.

  “Good, right?” he asks, watching as I splutter.

  “No, it’s really fucking not. So, where’s Zach tonight then?” I ask once I can feel my tongue again.

  “Pussy whipped by Biff,” Spike mutters into his whiskey.

  “He’s still at the studio, isn’t he?”

  “Yeah.”

  His attention leaves me when a spotlight illuminates the stage and a couple of girls walk out. He slouches down in his chair a little to enjoy the show.

  “Now this is what I’m talking about. A night with my boy and some hot as fuck pussy.”

  “You really need a girl of your own.” I intend for it to be so quiet that he doesn’t hear, but apparently he’s got sonic hearing tonight, because his glass pauses halfway to his lips and he turns to look at me.

  “No. No I fucking don’t. I don’t do relationships, as you full well know. I’ll leave you to enjoy your one pussy for the rest of your life. I like to be a little more… experimental.”

  “Don’t I know it,” I mutter, thinking of all the things I’ve walked in on over the years.

  The waitress he first waved at continues to refill our drinks as the night goes on. It’s not long before I’ve got a nice buzz going, although it’s still not enough not to be pining for my girl at home and ignoring the tits that are on display all around me. Most are too fake for my liking, anyway.

  Spike excused himself to do fuck knows what with fuck knows who about fifteen minutes ago, leaving me to bat away the offers of a lap dance from the girls prowling around.

  “Thank fuck for that,” I say when he re-joins me. I don’t miss the slight smile playing on his lips, so I can only assume he got some action in one of the backrooms. Fucking dog. “I was one proposition away from going the fuck home.”

  “She’s turned you into a right pussy, you know that?” The slur in his voice points to the fact that he’s already had one too many of those disgusting shots, but I can’t help feeling for him. I don’t think he’d ever admit it, but he’s lonely now I’ve left. This night out is him trying to make us ‘normal’ again, to be like we were. But sadly, for us, everything’s changed. I just wish he had someone he was able to move on with as well.

  “Do you know what? I don’t even care,” I admit with a sappy look on my face.

  “Ugh, it’s sickening. First Zach, now you. If D finds himself a girl in the next few weeks, I might just end it all and put myself out of my misery.”

  “Dramatic much?” I mutter.

  “Nah, I’ll save that for you lot with the girls. They’re the ones who bring the drama. I can’t believe you’ve both fallen for their charms.”

  “You’ve no idea what it’s like, man. When you find that one, she buries herself so deep under your fucking skin that there’s no way of getting rid of her.” A look passes across his face. It’s one I’ve seen before, but I’ve never discovered what puts it there. He shoots me down every time. “And don’t forget, you were the one who pushed this. You were the one who told me to move in with her, to prove that she’s mine.”

  “Yeah, well, aren’t you glad you listened to some of my advice, even if you ignore most of it?”

  “Got me here in the first place, man.” I wave my wedding ring at him and smile.

  “Whatever. I need another drink.” He sits back in his chair after waving to the waitress, and his eyes scan the room. “It’s not going to be the same without you.”

  “I’m sure you’ll find something to distract you.”

  The waitress lowers our fresh drinks to the table and quickly disappears with our empties.

  “Have you put an ad out for a new roommate yet?”

  “Nah, thought I’d better get the place sorted first.”

  “Good plan.”

  We fall silent as the lights on the stage before us change once again. Everything goes dark for a few moments before they illuminate one woman dressed in a tiny school uniform.

  I run my eyes up her but stop when I get to her face. My eyes widen and my chin drops. I must be wrong. It can’t be.

  “S-Spike,” I say, nudging him in the shoulder to get his attention.

  “What?” he barks, lowering his drink.

  “Is that… Is that Kas?”

  He looks towards the stage, his body still for a beat before the glass that was in his hand falls to the floor. It smashes around our feet, but that doesn’t stop him.

  “Motherfucker,” he grunts before he stands with such force it knocks the table over. Everything goes crashing to the floor, successfully causing enough noise to alert everyone and have all eyes turning on us, including Kas’.

  She doesn’t register us to start with. She probably can’t see much with the blinding spotlights on her, but the second Spike pulls himself up on the stage, all the colour drains from her face and she starts backing away.

  It looks like Spike might have found his distraction project for a while.

  Shaking my head at his over-the-top protectiveness of our little family, I lift my whiskey to my lips and take a sip as he marches her from the room, much to her irritation. The little pocket rocket looks about ready to kill.

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  Acknowledgments

  Aww, I’m so sad to be at the end of Danni and Titch’s journey. I loved their story with this epic banter and Titch’s attentiveness and belief in his feelings for his girl.

  These Rebel Ink boys have utterly stolen my heart, and I can’t wait to dive into what’s still to come.

  As always I need to say a huge thank you to Michelle for alpha reading Trick You as I wrote it and putting up with all my typos.

  Once again my bet
as, Darlene, Deanna, Keeana, Lindsay, Nicole, Susanne, Tracy. Thank you so much for dropping everything to dive into Danni and Titch’s story, and as ever for giving me your honest thoughts.

  Evelyn, as always, thank you so much for polishing everything up and fixing my repeated errors. Gem, for proofreading and making Titch as pretty as possible.

  A huge thank you to Samantha, I literally couldn’t do any of this without you. Thank you so much for everything you do.

  And I need to say a huge thank you to you, for supporting me, reading, reviewing and helping to share my words. I wouldn’t be doing this now without all my readers. THANK YOU!

  Spike and Kas are coming your way later this year. I have a feeling it’s going to be a wild ride!

  Until next time,

  Tracy xo

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  About the Author

  Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy has just turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, baby girl and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle, Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since.

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  Also by Tracy Lorraine

  Falling Series

  Falling for Ryan: Part One #1

  Falling for Ryan: Part Two #2

  Falling for Jax #3

  Falling for Daniel (An Falling Series Novella)

  Falling for Ruben #4

  Falling for Fin #5

  Falling for Lucas #6

  Falling for Caleb #7

  Falling for Declan #8

  Falling For Liam #9

  Forbidden Series

  Falling for the Forbidden #1

  Losing the Forbidden #2

  Fighting for the Forbidden #3

  Craving Redemption #4

  Demanding Redemption #5

  Avoiding Temptation #6

  Chasing Temptation #7

  Rebel Ink Series

  Hate You #1

  Trick You #2

  TBC #3

  TBC #4

  Rosewood High Series

  Thorn #1

  Paine #2

  Savage #3

  Ruined Series

  Ruined Plans #1

  Ruined by Lies #2

  Ruined Promises #3

  Never Forget Series

  Never Forget Him #1

  Never Forget Us #2

  Everywhere & Nowhere #3

  Chasing Series

  Chasing Logan

  The Cocktail Girls

  His Manhattan

  Her Kensington

  Co-written with Angel Devlin

  Hot Daddy Series

  Hot Daddy Sauce #1

  Baby Daddy Rescue #2

  The Daddy Dilemma #3

  Single Daddy Seduction #4

  Hot Daddy Package #5

  B.A.D. Inc. Series

  Torment #1

  Ride #2

  Bait #3

  Break #4

  Provoke #5

  Falling for the Forbidden Sneak Peek

  Chapter One

  Falling down on my bed, I blow out a long breath and tell myself that everything will be okay.

  I had plans for this summer—a few weeks of fun before uni starts. The girls and I had been looking at last-minute holiday deals, and we had tickets for a music festival…but then my dad swooped in, in that way that he does, and ruined everything.

  I knew it was coming.

  I just wasn’t expecting it quite yet.

  I’d hoped agreeing to study what he wanted me to and working for him was enough—apparently not.

  I decided a few years ago that I wasn’t going to move away to study. I mostly love my life in London, and I loved living with Mum. I’m not ashamed to admit that she’s one of my best friends. It was only as I started looking at universities that my dad piped up and told me that I would be studying accountancy and finance at The London School of Economics. He’d done his research and decided it was the best place for me to learn my trade so I could enter the family business.

  I just about managed to contain my laughter when he emphasised the word family.

  I’ve no idea how long I lie on my bed trying to convince myself that moving into his house with his new wife and her son isn’t the worst thing to ever happen to me, but eventually my stomach rumbling has me moving. I sit on the edge of the bed and take in all my half-unpacked boxes. A large sigh falls from my lips. If I don’t find everything a home, maybe I won’t have to stay. I know it’s wishful thinking. This is it for me now.

  Disappointment floods me as I make my way through the silent house. It’s not that I was expecting a welcome party or anything, but someone being here would have been nice. Someone to help me carry everything up to my room would have been even nicer. Since Dad moved in with Jenny a few years ago, I’ve been told to treat this place like my home.

  It will never be.

  It's just a house, a show home, a shell in which I'm scared to touch anything for fear of making a mess. Home is a place with character, with mess from day-to-day living, with people who love and care for you.

  My dad isn’t a bad man, per se, but he’s not exactly what you’d describe as a doting father. Everything he does is for his own gain—if it happens to help others in the process, that’s just a bonus.

  My step mum, Jenny, is lovely. She really is, but I can’t help feeling like she’s just a little bit…broken. She makes all the right comments and does all the right things. She’s a great mum. But there’s such sadness in her eyes.

  The fridge is full, as usual. It’s strange, because I’ve never witnessed anyone eating more than a slice of toast or an apple in this kitchen.

  I fix myself a salad with the unopened packets of fruit and vegetables, but it doesn’t really have the effect I needed it to have. Being here makes me feel kind of empty, and no amount of lettuce leaves is going to fill the void after moving out of the flat Mum and I shared for the past few years.

  Rummaging through the cupboards, I can’t help smiling when I find a stash of naughty stuff hiding at the back.

  Pulling my hair back into a messy bun, I put my thoughts to the side and set about making something that will make me feel just a little bit better.

  The sun’s just about to set, casting an orange glow throughout the kitchen. It almost makes it feel warm and inviting—almost. My mouth waters as I pour melted chocolate over the crushed biscuits and marshmallows I’ve managed not to eat already. Standing in only a vest and a small pair of hot pants, I decide to make myself a hot chocolate, grab a blanket, and enjoy my bowl of goodness out on the deck with a magazine. Chocolate makes everything that little bit better. If I eat enough, it might make me forget what this summer’s actually going to be like for me.

  I’m just waiting for the kettle to boil when a shiver runs down my spine. I’m sure it’s just the size of the house that freaks me out. I’ve seen enough horror films to know there are plenty of hiding places in a place this big.

  I’m still for a second, but when I don’t hear anything, I continue with what I was doing. That is, until a deep rumbling voice has every nerve in my body on alert.

  “Wow, step daddy sure is attracting the young ones these days.” His voice is slurred, his anger palpable. It makes goosebumps prick my skin and a giant lump form in my throat. “You look too pure. Too innocent to be with that prick,” he spits.

  There’s no love lost between my dad and my stepbrother, that’s not news to m
e, but the viciousness of his voice right now makes me wonder what their relationship is really like. My dad might be many things, but he wouldn’t cheat on Jenny—he loves her too much.

  I can’t remember the last time I saw him, but there’s no way he can’t know it’s me. Who the hell else would be cooking in his kitchen? Deciding he’s just trying to rile me up, I go to collect my stuff and get out of his way. Unfortunately, he seems to have other ideas.

  His breath tickles up my neck moments before the heat of his body warms my back.

  “You came here for the wrong man. I can put that right, though.” The alcohol on his breath surrounds me. It’s a reminder that there’s a good chance he has no idea what he’s doing right now.

  The softness of his nose running up the length of my neck has tingles racing through my traitorous body. I don’t realise he’s smelling me until he blows out a long breath and the scent of alcohol hits me once again. I turn to leave, but his hands slam on the counter behind me and cage me in.

  “Look at me,” he demands.

  “Let me go, Ben.”

  If he’s surprised to discover it’s me, he doesn’t show it. If anything, his eyes shine with delight as he takes in every inch of my face before focusing on my lips. My stomach flips, knowing where his thoughts are.

  Something passes over his face but it’s gone too quickly to be able to identify. He pushes himself from the counter and away from me. No more words are said, but when he gets to the door, he looks back over his shoulder and runs his eyes over my body. They hold a warning I don’t really understand.

  Once he’s disappeared from sight, I sag back against the counter. What the hell was that?

  After putting half of the rocky road on a tray in the fridge, I forgo sitting outside and instead take my spoils to my room to hide. There’s stuff everywhere in my room and, unlike the rest of this house, it makes me feel a little more relaxed.