Page 65 of Trick or Treat

“What was that?” he yelled down the hall to her retreating back.

“Nothing!” she yelled back, perfectly clear.

Lindsey met up with him in the kitchen, her feet shoved in tennis shoes and sporting a heavy sweater. He followed her through the door to the garage. “It’s up there.” She pointed to the box with the tree on a shelf clearly too high for her. No wonder her dad had to come help her. She had no business climbing a ladder and trying to get it down by herself. She’d break her pretty little neck.

“Dad puts it up there, out of the way, since I only use it once a year,” Lindsey informed him. She stood with her hands on her hips as she watched him pull it from the shelf.

“I got this. You grab a box of ornaments.” He didn’t give her time to respond before he was off to deposit the tree inside.

She was still standing with her hands on her hips, staring at the door to the kitchen when he returned. “What?” he asked.

“Do you plan on hanging around for a while or something?” Her frown was cute.

“Yeah. Why? You trying to get rid of me already?”

“No. I just didn’t think you would be interested in helping me put up my tree.” Turning toward the shelves, she pulled a clear plastic tote filled with gold, white and assorted ornaments. In another he could see red velvet poinsettias, red ribbon and black and white checkered ribbon. “Can you reach that?” She pointed at a round green canvas bag. Trick figured this was her lights because he had something similar to store his in. It was a total bitch when the strings of lights got all tangled together. It only happened to him one time and that was all it took to learn his lesson.

Lindsey placed one plastic tote on top of the other one. Before she could pick them up, Trick placed the green canvas bag of lights on top, squatted down and picked it all up in one go.

“I could’ve gotten those.”

“I know. I don’t mind.” There was no way he was going to stand idly by and watch her carry the totes inside. Did she think he was some kind of pussy that would watch her carry all that in and not help her? He followed her inside and asked where she wanted them placed.

“On the couch for now.”

Trick did as he was instructed. “Where do you usually put up the tree?” he asked while looking around the living room.

“In front of the window.” She pointed to the huge picture window to the right of the door. “I need to get the recliner moved to the guest bedroom to make room first.”

“Show me where you want it.” Lindsey led the way down the hall with him pushing and pulling the chair. It wasn’t just heavy, it was awkward as hell to move because it kept wanting to recline back when he pulled from the back. Personally, he would have just shoved it in the corner near the fireplace instead of hassling with moving it. She opened the door to the guest bedroom and quickly stepped out of the way. She pointed to a corner in the room where he shoved it, thinking how crowded the room looked with the extra piece of furniture in it. Oh well, it wasn’t his house, he was just doing what she wanted. Once he was finished, he rejoined her in the hall and closed the door behind him.

“I’m going to make some more coffee. You want some?”

“Sure. That’d be great.” While she was making coffee, he opened the box containing the tree and started sorting the different size branches by the color on the wire ends that got stuck into the pole. Once he did that, he started putting it together near the window. He left enough room for him to maneuver around the tree with the lights and for them to be able to place the ornaments.

Lindsey came back with his coffee and placed it on the end table within easy reach. “You want some cinnamon rolls? Nothing fancy, just the kind that comes in a biscuit can.” He just about had the tree together and would move onto the lights next.

“Sounds good.”

While she was fixing the cinnamon rolls, he finished with the tree. He stood back and had to admit he liked the look of the tree. It was big and it was full but it took up a large amount of space. He decided to take the box out to the garage to give them more room to move around. Coming through the kitchen door, Trick clearly heard Christmas music playing, the sound coming from the living room. He stopped dead in his tracks as he watched Lindsey be-bopping around, dancing to “All I Want for Christmas” by Mariah Carey. He had to say, watching her shake her ass in those tight stretchy black pants was going to bring his dick back to life. He told his dick to behave. Now wasn’t the time to put the moves on her. He had to wait and be patient. His time would come. Soon. Just not today. Much to his displeasure, she stopped dancing as soon as she realized he was back.

“No. No. Don’t stop on my account.” He waved his hand in her direction. “Please. Continue.”

Lindsey’s teeth bit into her bottom lip, clearly fighting a grin and all he wanted to do was nibble on that same lip until she opened for his kiss.Not today. Not today.Not today, he continued to remind himself. Today was about spending time with her, not pressuring her.

She shook her head and laughed, her smile causing something in his chest to skip a beat. Her smile slowly faded as her eyes dropped to his dick. Guess he wasn’t hiding his thoughts as well as he would have liked. He watched, fascinated, as heat sparked in her eyes and her breathing sped up. Her tongue slipped out and wet her bottom lip, a habit he’d noticed she had anytime she was nervous. He took a step closer and watched as her eyes rose to meet his. He got within a few inches of her and instead of leaning down and claiming her lips like he wanted to, he reached out and slipped a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Her cheeks blossomed a bright pink and she dipped her head so that she was looking at her feet. With a finger beneath her chin, he raised her face so that she was looking at him. “I need you to know that I’m fighting like hell here not to take you to the floor and fuck you under the Christmas lights, but you’re making it damn hard by just being you. Give my poor dick a break and quit licking your lip. All I can think about is you taking me in your mouth and I’m trying to do the right thing.”

“Oh.” Her eyes grew round.

“Fuck it. I’m gonna kiss you now.” He waited a beat, giving her the chance to tell him no. When she didn’t take it, he leaned in and placed his mouth on hers. He didn’t give in to his baser needs and devour her whole. Instead, he took his time tasting her and remembering how much he missed this. Before he lost complete control, he pulled back. He was smugly satisfied to see she still had her eyes closed and her face upturned. Apparently, she was having a hard time, too. Good.

“Consider that a promise,” he spoke to her, still in her space.

“A promise?” she asked.

“Yeah. A promise that I’ll put as much work into this as needed to make sure what we have between us sticks.” A slow smile spread across her face, clearly liking what he had to say. Yeah. Not fucking her under the Christmas lights was a good call. Although, once the image had appeared in his brain, he was determined that he was going to fuck his woman under the tree lights sometime before Christmas. “Why don’t you hand me the lights and I’ll get to puttin’ them on.”

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