Page 55 of Trick or Treat

Trick’s head was bent, his focus completely on watching Tori taking his cock in her mouth. The sweet butt gave the best head. He stared into her eyes as she looked up at him from where she was kneeling between his spread legs. “Fuck, that feels good. Yeah, suck it harder.”

His hips flexed to meet her mouth over and over. He could feel his orgasm building in his balls, ready to explode at any minute. “I’m gonna come. You gonna drink me down, baby?”

Tori smiled around his cock and he couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of all those teeth around his cock. Grasping her long blonde hair in his fist, he pushed her onto his cock at the same time his hips moved forward. His breathing became labored and his legs were starting to shake in anticipation. When she took his cock down her throat and swallowed, he lost all control. He threw his head back, clenching his eyes and jaws tight as his release shot out of him with brutal force. Tori took everything he had to give and slowly pulled back, her tongue cleaning up what she missed at the corners of her mouth. “Shit. That was good.”

Now that she’d taken the edge off, he was going to throw her on his bed and fuck her hard. The sound of his phone ringing stopped him before he could make it happen. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, saw that it was Keegan’s number and apologized to Tori. “Sorry. I need to take this.”

He stepped away and answered. “Keegan?”

“Dad. Mom left us again. Can you come get us?” His son’s voice was a little wobbly, making Trick think maybe he was on the verge of tears. The poor kid had to be scared to death. He checked the time on the alarm clock next to the bed. It was after 10:00 on a Saturday night so why was he surprised to hear Michelle had taken off? Why did he keep holding out hope that she would turn things around and be a good mom again?

“I’m on my way, son. Keep the doors locked and don’t answer for anyone but me. Got it?” Trick’s heart was racing.

“Yeah, Dad. Got it.”

By the time he disconnected with Keegan, he had to fight to keep himself from losing it completely. He shoved himself back in his jeans and fastened them up. “I’m sorry, Tori. I gotta go.” He didn’t stick around to hear her response. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway because nothing and no one came between him and his kids. He didn’t feel too terribly bad because he was sure one of the other brothers would be fucking her before Trick got to his ex’s house and his kids.

He hopped on his bike and immediately called his brother, Owen. “Can you meet me at Michelle’s? She left them alone again. I need you to take them so I can have it out with her when she gets home.”

“On my way.” No hesitation. No questions. His brother always had his back.

Trick fired up his bike and sped across town. He pulled his bike to the curb and got off. He pulled out his phone and called Keegan. “I’m at the front door. I need you to stay on the phone and let me in, okay?” He kept his voice steady and calm. The whole house was dark. Not a light on anywhere. Being alone in the dark had to be terrifying to his kids.

“Yeah, hang on,” Keegan replied. “Shhh. It’s okay. Dad’s here. Come on.” He heard his son trying to reassure Reagan and it broke Trick’s heart. Keegan should never be in a situation where he was alone in the house with his sister and be responsible for keeping her safe.

He saw lights coming on in the house, then heard locks turning, right before Keegan opened the door. Reagan was right behind him, crying. “I was so scared when she leeeeft,” she boohooed. She was dressed in her Princess Jasmine nightgown and Keegan was in his Spider Man pajamas.

Owen’s truck came to a stop in the driveway as Trick was stepping into the house. His brothered followed behind him, closing the door once he was inside. “Hey, Keegan. Good job calling your dad.”

Owen was looking around the house taking things in. He saw everything Trick saw. The house was a mess. There were empty food containers on the coffee table. Dirty dishes and trash could be seen on the kitchen counter from where they stood in the living room. Reagan had a jelly stain on her nightgown and her hair was a little tangled. Keegan’s pajamas were an inch too short and his eyes were red from crying. He wasn’t crying now and Trick knew it was because he was trying to keep Reagan from worrying. Fuck, his chest hurt and his stomach rolled.

“Thanks, Uncle Owen,” Keegan answered him.

Trick took a seat on the couch and pulled his girl into his lap. He hugged her close and pushed her hair out of her face. “It’s going to be fine, princess. You’re okay now.” He looked up and saw his son’s bottom lip quiver and Trick almost started crying himself. “Come here, son,” he waved him over. He pulled him tight into his side, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Uncle Owen’s right. You did good calling me. I’m very proud of you, Keegan.”

He kissed the top of each of his kid’s heads and hugged them close. Fuck. What if there had been a fire? He couldn’t help it. His brain automatically went straight to worst case scenarios of all the horrible things that could happen to his kids when they were here alone. His feeling of complete impotence at not being able to keep his kids safe at all times gnawed away at his gut. He couldn’t breathe from the need to have full custody of them.

“When did she leave?” he asked Keegan.

“Right after we went to bed. I think she thought we were asleep.”

He looked up and found Owen was barely keeping it together. He was as pissed as Trick. Keeping a tight grip on his anger was so fucking hard, but he managed for Keegan and Reagan. The last thing he wanted was to upset them further.

He waited until he had them calmed down before he instructed Keegan to go hide his phone again. “Then you and your sister are going to go home with Uncle Owen.” He kissed the top of his head again and helped him off the couch.

“Why can’t we come home with you?” Reagan asked. Her eyelashes were all spiky from her tears and her mouth was turned down in a deep frown.

“Because I have my bike here and I need to have a word with your mom when she gets home. If I don’t pick you up tonight from Uncle Owen’s, I’ll be there first thing in the morning.”

“Aiden and Neil were building pillow forts and blanket tents when I left. You guys interested?”

“Yay!” His baby girl bounced back quickly. Thank God. Keegan, though, he took everything to heart. Everything that was said around him he soaked up like a sponge. He didn’t want his mom in trouble with their dad but he didn’t want to stay home alone either.

Keegan came back down with a backpack. “What’s in there?” he asked.

“Clothes for tomorrow in case you don’t come until in the morning,” Keegan informed him. See, too damn responsible.

“Good thinking, bud.” He stood with Reagan in his arms and set her down. “Go find your coats and your shoes. It’s cold outside.”

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