Page 76 of Trick or Treat

He pulled back just far enough to watch her face as he took himself in hand and guided his already sheathed cock to her entrance. She gasped as he began a long, slow glide until he was seated completely. “That’s right, baby. Take all of me.”

The feel of Trick’s long, hard length buried deep inside would never get old. Every time felt like the first time with him. He started to slowly retreat until she locked her ankles behind his butt and pulled him back. “Ohhhh,” she groaned. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah it does, baby.” He lowered more of his weight onto her until his chest connected with her nipples. God, the friction from the hair on his chest was amazing. She should probably feel like a hussy for how quickly he could bring out the wanton in her, but she couldn’t find the energy to do it. She could only focus on the way the glide of his cock felt as it rubbed at her clit with each inward thrust. He picked up the pace, paying close attention to her every facial expression and response to what he was doing. The man had mad skills in bed and Lindsey was the lucky recipient of said skills. “Oh my God, Trick. I’m going to come!”

“Come for me, Linds. I want to see in your eyes how good it feels.”

Unable to deny Trick anything, she let him watch her come and reveled in the feelings rolling over as her orgasm crashed through her. Anticipating her need to scream her pleasure, he covered her mouth with his large hand and muffled the sound. A smug quirk of his lips told her he was rather proud of himself for reducing her to putty. Thinking he was going to get his now, she was semi startled when he pulled out and flipped her over. With his arm under her hips, he pulled her up until she was on her knees. When she started to lever herself up on her hands, he pushed between her shoulder blades. “Down.”

Once again the man plowed into her, this time taking her hard and fast. The sound of their bodies slapping together along with her soft pants and his low growls worked as kindling to a fire. She felt herself quickly building for another orgasm. This one felt as if it would be stronger than the last. All she could do was clutch the covers in her hands, hold on and take what Trick was giving her.

“I can feel you getting ready to go again. Let’s see what we can do to hurry that along. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” Gripping her around the waist, he folded his body over the top of hers, pulling her roughly back as he pushed forward. His other hand snuck between her legs, zeroing in on her clit with perfect precision. He rubbed the little bundle of nerves and continued thrusting until she felt her legs getting shaky. “Oh God, Trick,” she whispered hoarsely. Her pussy clenched down so hard on Trick’s dick, she was afraid she’d push him out before she was done coming.

As soon as he felt her inner muscles clamp down on him, he pulled her up to almost sitting, tightening both arms around her. He lifted her up and down on his cock, prolonging her release. She heard him grunting into her neck as he found his own. He slowed his movements, virtually doing all the work since he’d turned her into a limp noodle. Too tired to move, her head fell back on his shoulder and she remained impaled on his cock for the time being. She felt completely wrung out. In fact, she could go back to sleep right now.

Still connected, he kissed the side of her neck and gently laid them down in bed. He reached for the covers, pulled them up over the two of them and instructed her to go back to sleep. Going back to sleep was no great struggle. Wrapped in his arms, his body still connected to hers and completely satiated, she was out between one breath and the next.

She was still smiling at the memory as she grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and exited her vehicle. She made her way toward the baby section in search of a booster seat for Reagan. Tomorrow was Monday and she might be called upon to take Reagan to daycare or pick her up at some point this week and she wanted to be prepared. If she and Trick were going to make this work, and it most definitely looked like they were, she was going to need one for her car eventually so Trick wouldn’t have to trade his out between her car and his truck all the time.

She made her way to the section she was looking for and checked them out. Most had cup holders and some had high backs. She wasn’t sure what Trick had in his truck, so she went with the one she felt would be the safest for Reagan. She chose the TurboBooster High Back Booster Seat. It was black with pink, black and gray polka dotted panels and pink trim. What she really liked about the booster seat was it had armrests and could be converted into a backless booster seat as she got older and bigger. Happy with her choice, she loaded it into her cart and headed toward the front of the store to checkout.

It was an awkward box to carry, so she opted to wheel it out in her cart despite the challenge of a snowy parking lot. Stopping at the back of her car, she pulled her key fob out of her crossbody bag and hit the button to unlock the trunk of her Honda Civic. She got the box inside with little effort, then closed the trunk. She looked around for the closet cart return and brought her cart there. She was heading back to her car, not paying attention to the vehicles passing her by. It was a couple of weeks before Christmas and the stores were always packed. In her peripheral vision she noticed a van come to a stop behind her car. Her initial thought was that it was more than likely waiting on a nearby spot to become available. That was fine, she needed to let her car warm up a little before she took off anyway.

She was reaching for the key fob she’d slipped in her coat pocket when she heard someone yell her name. What the heck? Was that Kurtis kneeling in the back of a van with the side door open and waving her over? What on Earth? Was he crazy? After their little run in at the grocery store and Trick had warned Kurtis off simply by being his badass self, she didn’t think she’d ever see the man again.

“Kurtis? What are you doing?” That uneasy feeling she got whenever he was around him was back.

“I need your help. I accidentally hit this woman with my van. I’ve been drinking and I don’t know what to do.” He motioned to a limp body lying next to him on the floor, her back facing the open door. From what she could see the woman was dressed in jeans, knee-high brown boots and a matching leather jacket. The jacket reminded her a lot of Cami’s. Wait a minute. What color was the woman’s hair? She moved closer, trying to get a better look. Surely, that wasn’t her best friend?

“Why didn’t you just call 9-1-1?” she asked suspiciously. “You really shouldn’t have moved her. She could have internal injuries.”

“I’ve been drinking and I panicked. I didn’t want to go to jail. Just help me get her to the ER. I’ll drop her off and leave.” She looked from the woman to Kurtis and it did look like he was freaked out. He had sweat on his brow and his eyes were overly round. Was he in shock?

“You can’t toss her at the curb of the ER and just take off. They will want to ask you questions. If you tell them it was an accident, they’ll understand.” She wasn’t crazy about dealing with Kurtis and she sure didn’t want to help him deal with his mess, but she couldn’t not help the poor woman. She stepped up next to the open door and reached out to touch the woman’s arm. Wait. What? Her arm felt solid under her coat, like hard, not firm or fleshy. What the hell?

“Get in the van, Lindsey.” Too late. Kurtis had latched onto her arm and was tugging her inside. What she’d mistaken for panic or guilt at having hurt someone was more than likely panic from the need to get her to comply quickly. Her heart started pounding in her chest. No. She couldn’t get in the van. People who get in the van always disappear and later turn up dead. She started to struggle until Kurtis pulled a gun from somewhere and aimed it at her chest. “Get in. Now, or I shoot you.”

“You won’t shoot me. People will hear it. You won’t get away with it.”

Kurtis laughed. “I’ve been doing this a long time and I will most definitely get away with it.” He swung the end of the gun toward the woman on the floor, placing the end of the barrel at her head. “Get in or I shoot this bitch.”

From watching movies, Lindsey knew the long piece at the end of his gun was a silencer and when he pulled the trigger, it would make very little noise. Shit. What could she do? If she ran, he’d shoot the other woman. If she went with him, she could very well end up dead. Kurtis moved the gun away from the woman’s head and shot her leg. He quickly returned the gun to the woman’s head.

“Now.”

“Fine. Fine. Fine. I’m getting in. Don’t shoot her again.” She clambered into the van, climbing over the prone body. Kurtis closed the side door then turned toward Lindsey.

“Say night, night, Lindsey.” She didn’t get a chance to question him or check on the woman to make sure she was okay or try to stop her bleeding. Out of nowhere, Kurtis’s fist punched her in the side of the head and out she went. Everything turned black.

Thirty minutesafter his phone call to Lindsey, he’d been busy getting his kids situated with pizza, water and napkins at the coffee table so they could watch a TV for a change. He and Keegan were burned out on movies. It was time for him and Keegan to watch something a little more manly. He loved his girl, but a man or boy could only watch so many princess movies in their lifetime. He commandeered the remote and flipped it to reruns ofSupernatural. Keegan liked the show and knew it wasn’t remotely true and Reagan usually went to their room to play with her Barbies.

“You guys throw your trash away. Don’t leave a mess.” He gathered his paper plate and napkins and went to toss them in the trash in the kitchen. Keegan was holding the pantry door open so Reagan could toss hers when he asked, “I thought Lindsey was coming over?”

“She’s supposed to be coming over.” He checked the time on the clock on the wall and realized it had been an hour since he’d talked to Lindsey. From the way she talked, she didn’t think it was going to take her all that long to run her errand. He pulled his phone from his pocket and tried calling her. It went straight to voicemail. “Hey, Linds. Just checking to make sure everything is cool. Thought you’d be here by now. Call me.”

Like he thought, Reagan went to their room to play and Keegan joined him on the couch. He waited a full five minutes before he tried calling her number again. Straight to voicemail once more. “Babe, I thought you’d be here by now and I’m getting a little worried. Can you give me a call and let me know you’re okay?”

“Do you think something’s wrong with Lindsey?” Keegan asked.

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