Page 25 of Trick or Treat

“Yeah, who is this?” Nicole decided she was done waiting on him and began fucking herself on his cock, causing his eyes to cross. Son of a bitch! If she didn’t stop, he was going to go without her.

“This is Miss Hicks, Lindsey, Keegan’s teacher. I’m sorry to have to call you, but his mother hasn’t come to pick him up. He came and asked me to call you.”

“Fuck.” While Trick was mentally cursing Michelle, Nicole’s moans were getting louder the closer she came to coming. He hoped like hell Lindsey couldn’t hear her.

“Are you okay?” Lindsey asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Seeing Jed walking past his open door, he snapped his fingers at him to get his attention. He waved his hand, telling him to get in there. He covered his phone for a second and whispered, “Shut her up.”

“My pleasure.” Jed unzipped his pants and stuck his semi-hard cock in her mouth, muffling the noise she was making.

“Trick? Are you there?” Lindsey’s tone sounded as if she was losing patience with him.

“Yeah. I’m on my way. Thanks for calling.”

“No problem. See you in a few.”

“Yeah.” He disconnected and found he’d lost interest in Nicole’s phenomenal pussy. As good as it was, it didn’t come close to comparing to Lindsey’s. He pulled out and rolled off the bed.

“Trick!” she whined. “Where are you going? I was almost there!”

“Sorry, gotta get my son at school.” Trick really was sorry. He’d never left a woman unsatisfied a day in his life and it didn’t sit well with him now. “Jed here will take care of you, though.” He pulled on his jeans, commando style, but waited to zip them up until after he tugged his boots on. Seeing Jed and Nicole were still in his bed, he suggested, “You two could go to your room, you know.”

“You heard him, Nicole.” He pulled his dick out of her mouth, pulled his pants up around his hips without doing them up, his hard cock hanging out, then tossed her over his shoulder. Trick heard him slap her ass as he went down the hall.

He yanked his shirt on, then his cut and grabbed his bike keys off his dresser by the door. Fucking Michelle. Where the hell was she and why did she forget to pick up their son? He was getting sick and tired of worrying about his kids and whether or not Michelle was going to do her job and take care of them. He was tired of her forgetting that she was a mom.

It took him about fifteen minutes to get to the school. He pulled his bike to a stop in front of the building and found the parking lot empty except for one vehicle. Since Lindsey was sitting outside on a bench with Keegan, he assumed it was hers. He shut his bike off but remained sitting on his seat. He could clearly see the look on his son’s face. He was hurt and embarrassed that his teacher had had to call him for a ride. Once the sound of his bikes pipes faded, he grinned at his boy. “Keeg, my man. You ready?”

“Yeah, Dad.” Keegan turned to his teacher, his chin tucked down, not making eye contact with her. “Thanks for staying with me, Miss Hicks.”

“It was my pleasure, Keegan.” She squeezed his hand and got his attention. “It’s never a problem to sit with you.”

Trick didn’t miss the worried look Lindsey shot him and it pissed him off more. “Thanks, Lindsey, for calling me. Appreciate it.” He waited for Keegan to retrieve his helmet out of the saddle bag and replace it with his backpack. Once he was on and holding on tight, he gave Lindsey a chin lift, fired up his bike and took off.

If Michelle didn’t pick up Keegan, then more likely than not, she wouldn’t be picking up Reagan either. Taking a quick detour to his house, he exchanged his bike for his truck and went to the daycare to pick up his girl.

Instead of bringing them straight to their mother and risking her not being at home, he took them back to his house. Once he got them settled, he planned on calling Michelle to see what her excuse was this time.

“Got any homework, Keeg?” he asked, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter.

“No. Got it all done in class.” Keegan dropped his backpack on the floor next to the couch and turned on the TV.

“Hey,” he stopped his son from leaving the kitchen with a hand on his shoulder. Once his eyes were on him, he said, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your mom was late picking you up so that’s onher, not you. You didn’t do anything wrong. So don’t feel like it’s your fault your teacher was waiting with you, okay? I told her I was going to tell you that if Mom was ever a no-show again that you were to go back inside and have her call me. She was cool with that. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay, Dad.”

“I mean it. Your teacher and I talked. She’s a nice lady and she’s cool. And you’re right, she’s super pretty.”

Keegan smiled up at him and the worried look he’d had was now gone. Trick watched him wander off to the living room and dug his phone out of his pocket.

“I want to watchAladdin,” Reagan declared from the living room.

“No. I’m watchingTransformers,” Keegan told her. His tone was a little short with his sister, and Trick could totally understand why. He was sick of watching princess movies, too.

“Daddy, Keegan won’t let me watchAladdin!” Reagan whined.

“Not today, Reagan. Don’t start. Keegan’s going to watchTransformers. You can either watch it with him or go to your room and play with your Barbies.” Just as he thought she’d do, she took a seat next to her brother and opted to watch the movie. He loved his little princess, but sometimes she needed to learn that she wasn’t always going to get her way.

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