Tripp’s phone pinged and a dozen photos rolled through of a sea of bodies and among them all was a silhouette, a hand raised high, fingers spread with a neat slew of scales slithering down it. Not Dray.
Dray had a slew of other tattoos going up his hands, not scales.
Tripp’s stomach twisted as Dray told him it’d be ten minutes. A skinhead slunk out from behind his curtain, stinking of beta and lizard of some variety. His snake rattled in his mind, hissing for all his lungs could hold.
Mine.
Chapter Six
Dray
“Mind if I have dinner scheduled to be delivered for break time?” Tripp watched with fascination as Dray set about opening a section for detailing. The shading involved would be the worst, he assured, and sessions would need to be done only an hour or two at a time to keep him sane.
“If I tell you no, you’re going to make that face, aren’t you?” Dray went about sanitizing Tripp’s chest and wiping down the smooth, hairless surface. No shaving required. A deep breath and lean in made Tripp want to lick him, lick his chest, a tight pebbled nipple, anything.
“What face?” Tripp raised a brow and tensed like he wanted to move, but remained still. Dray liked a canvas that stayed still. Let him do what he wanted. Have his fun… Dray needed to get laid badly.
“That face!” Kay huffed from across the room, leaned back in a chair, texting.
“What face?” Tripp’s eyes darted about guiltily.
“The sad alpha isn’t getting his way, pouty face! I don’t even have to turn around; I know you’re doing it.” Rick sat hunched over the front desk with a caliper in one hand, sorting the piercings.
“Fine. What if I offer to buy you guys dinner, too? I won’t be offended if you take yours to go, Kay. You said you had a kid at home?” Tripp glanced over Dray’s shoulder, and he turned to watch as Kay blinked in surprise.
“Depends on what Dray is craving, and fuck yes.” Kay gave Dray a flick of a brow, and the two had one of those silent air conversations with head nods and eyeballs.
Dray frowned.Seriously, bitch? Get your own alpha to mooch off of.
Kay shrugged.Free food is free food. Tap that or I’ll go after him.
Dray flinched.I saw him first.
Kay stuck out his tongue.Then make a move. The alpha is shy as fuck!
Dray leaned his head back and huffed.I know! He’s a gentleman!
“Did I do something wrong?” Tripp flinched when Dray turned back around, trying to find words.
“Kay and Dray are trying to figure out who just got wetter at the idea of free food, NSA.”No strings attached.Rick threw air quotes up, one hand gripped to his phone. “And Dray has been absolutely craving chicken wings and fried pickles from that one place down the street all day.”
Dray glared at Rick, whipping his head around like,Okay, first of all, fuck you!
“Wings…” Dray could help the wanton heat in his voice.
“Wiiiiings…” Kay made a gargling noise as if he were drooling.
“Wings it is.” Tripp glanced to his side and utilized some ninja level dexterity and skills to pull up the website to order some wings delivery. “What flavor, what sauce?”
“Despite what the menu says, there’s only one flavor. Sweet chili.” Kay nearly moaned it out loud, and Dray had to agree.
So, Tripp ordered a massive amount of wings, humming along. “Kay, you taking yours home?”
Kay nodded. “Yes. Thank youuuu.”
“How old’s your kid?”
“Five, why?”
