Page 29 of Trick or Treat

To say the sex had been unexpected was an understatement. There had been no conscious plan to fuck her in her classroom. It was spur of the moment; Trick plainly acting on instinct. Looking into her moss green eyes, he’d seen an answering hunger. The rapid rise and fall of her chest, her parted lips and the way her nipples hardened had been like waving a red flag in front of a bull. There was no help for it. He had to have her. The two of them came together and it was just as hot, just as explosive as the first time. It was then he’d known there was no fucking Lindsey out of his system.

He’d been surprised yet again when he and Jackson had taken the kids trick-or-treating and ended up on her doorstep. She’d been dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt. The woman looked hot as hell in just about anything she wore, but his favorite look by far was her naked and spread out before him.

He pulled his bike to a stop at the curb and looked around in confusion. How the hell did he end up in front of Lindsey’s house? He shut off his bike and stared at her house. It was just as neat and put together as it had been last night, minus the jack-o-lanterns. What time was it? Was she even home? Glancing at the time on his watch, she should still be at school.

“Hello, there!”

The sound of a man’s voice from across the street drew his attention. He looked to be early sixties if he had to guess. By the looks of him Trick was sure the man had to be retired since he was home so early in the afternoon. The older man smiled and waved at him. “She’s not home yet. She’ll be along in about fifteen minutes if you want to wait.”

The man stood tall and straight, his shoulders wide under his t-shirt. The way he held himself told Trick the man wasn’t someone people fucked with. His white hair was still peppered with some black and it was cut military short. His wide, friendly smile was bright against his tan skin. A quick glance at the well-manicured lawn and flower beds told Trick the man spent a great deal of time outdoors.

Trick swung his leg over his seat and ambled over to the older gentleman. “You know Lindsey well?” The closer he got, he could see Lindsey’s neighbor had clear, intelligent blue eyes that were fixed on him at the moment. He doubted very little got by this man.

“Eh, as well as anybody I suppose. She’s always been a really good neighbor. Glad to see that husband of hers go.” The man scratched at his white whiskers, eying Lindsey’s house for a moment, then returning his attention back to Trick. “No good asshole.”

“That right?” Trick chuckled. He liked this guy. Seemed like a real straight shooter.

“Yeah. The way he treated Lindsey,” he shook his head and crossed his impressive arms over his chest. Wow. The guy kinda reminded him of Clint Eastwood at that age. Trick’s gaze dropped to the man’s bicep and spotted a USMC tattoo along with the words semper fi.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and tipped his chin toward the tattoo. “How many years you serve?”

“Twenty.”

Trick inclined his head in recognition of his accomplishment and his service to his country. “Ooh rah.”

The man’s head jerked back in surprise. “You served? How long?”

“Not nearly as long as you. Six years.”

The other man extended his hand in greeting. “Name’s Harold Kessler. You can call me Harry.”

Trick grinned and shook his hand. Harry’s grip was firm and solid. No girlie handshake for this man. “Trick.”

Mr. Kessler chuckled at that. “Trick. That your road name?”

Trick’s brow shot up, wondering how Mr. Kessler would know anything about road names. “Actually it’s short for Patrick. It just kind of stuck from when I was younger.”

“I hung with a group of guys after I got out. They started a motorcycle club after a while. I opted to not join because I was happily married to my wife at the time. My kids were grown and I felt I needed to make up for lost time with the Mrs. since she was gracious enough to follow me all over the country and almost single-handedly raised our three boys.”

“Sounds like a hell of a woman.” Trick wished he could have been blessed with a good woman that stuck. Knowing it wasn’t in the cards for him, he was still surprised to feel his heart kick at the thought of Lindsey.

“Yeah, my Beth was a hell of a woman. Cancer took her five years ago.” Harry looked off in the distance, no doubt lost in a memory of his wife. It didn’t last long, though. “Lindsey’s a hell of a woman, too.”

Trick caught the implied “I’ll kick your ass if you hurt her.” He didn’t doubt for a minute Harry wouldn’t take his pound of flesh. The man was surprisingly fit for his age. “Yes, sir. She is.”

“You the reason Lindsey came dragging in a while back wearing the same clothes as she left in?” Harry had a twinkle in his eye as he asked the question.

“Now, what kind of a man would I be if I were to talk about Lindsey like that?” Trick replied, one side of his mouth kicking up.

Harry must have liked his answer, his body seeming to relax before his eyes. “You’re not going to get her in trouble, are you?” He pointedly let his gaze drop to Trick’s cut.

“No, sir. I do not plan on getting her into any trouble. To tell you the truth, I’m not quite sure how I ended up here. I was out riding my bike, thinking about her and the next thing I know, I’m parked outside her house.” Trick shook his head in confusion, looking back at her house as if that was where he’d find his answer.

“Lindsey’s a really sweet girl. Even before she kicked that no good husband of hers to the curb, she didn’t get out much. Goes to work and comes home, that’s about it. Once in a while she meets up with her girlfriends. I had high hopes for her when she came home looking like she’d been thoroughly ravished.”

“Ravished?” Trick chuckled, his eyes rounding at the word choice.

“Well, it’s not like I can use the word ‘fuck’ and Lindsey in the same sentence. It just doesn’t sound right coming out of my mouth,” Harry informed him, scratching the back of his neck.

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