Page 30 of Trick or Treat
Trick’s head fell back as he laughed at Harry. The man might be an old hardcore Marine but he still showed Lindsey the respect she was entitled to. He liked that Lindsey had a man like him looking out for her whether she knew it or not.
The two men’s gazes swung toward the street as the woman in question pulled into her driveway. She pulled her car into the garage and got out, her eyes already shooting across the street toward them. She was dressed in one of her schoolteacher outfits again and for some fucking reason, it did things to him seeing her like that. She was walking their direction, her hand up and shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun.
“Hello, Mr. Kessler!” she yelled and waved from her side of the street.
“Hello, Lindsey! You have a good day at school?” Harry waved back, his smile wide and warm.
“Not too bad. I think I might have gotten Bethany to stop eating glue so there’s that.” She laughed good-naturedly and stopped at the end of the drive.
“I think you have company, so I’ll let you go. Have a good night.” Mr. Kessler waved again. “Don’t blow it,” he mumbled to Trick under his breath as he turned to go.
Trick choked on his laughter. Before he could reply, Harry was moseying up his driveway. The time for fleeing before Lindsey got home was now gone. She was home and could plainly see his bike was parked in front of her house. His hands still shoved in his pockets, he ambled to where she was standing, her hand still shielding her eyes. Without thinking, he reached out and caught the strand of hair that kept blowing across her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. What brings you to my place?” She had her face turned up to him and it was all he could do not to lean in and kiss her.
“I’m not sure.” He looked around the quiet, tree-lined neighborhood as if it held the answer. “I was driving around and ended up here. Now that I’m here, you want to go for a ride?”
Lindsey bit into her bottom lip, her gaze slipping to his bike. It was obvious the idea intrigued her. Her mouth twisted to the side while she thought it over. “Okay. I need to change, though. Jeans okay?”
“Yeah, jeans are perfect.”
“Come on. You can wait inside while I get changed.” She turned to go inside, knowing he would follow. She went through the garage, hit the button for the door to lower, then opened the door leading to the laundry room. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a minute,” she tossed over her shoulder as she made her way down the hall.
Trick couldn’t help it. He watched her ass sway all the way down the hall. “Fuck me,” he whispered under his breath. Her legs in those high heels almost brought him to his knees. Shit, he rubbed his hand down his face and mentally willed his dick not to get hard. Doing that was a major undertaking considering he could still remember her legs wrapped around his waist with another set of high-heeled shoes as he fucked her at her desk.
“So, Harry seems like a nice guy.” He spoke loud enough that she would hear him in her room. If he didn’t get her talking to him, he was liable to follow her down the hall, strip her naked and toss her on the bed where he’d fuck her until neither of them could walk.
“Yes. He’s adorable. Ever since I moved in here, he’s always kept an eye out for me. Especially after my divorce. I don’t think he was ever a big fan of my ex.” It didn’t take long before Lindsey came back wearing a pair of snug-fitting dark jeans and a t-shirt that read “TEACHERS DO IT WITH CLASS.”
Laughter exploded from Trick’s chest. “Nice shirt.”
“Thanks,” she smiled while she pulled her knee-high boots on. “Cami got it for me.”
“Sounds like something she’d buy. If I remember correctly, the two times we’ve fucked you were more of a wild cat than classy,” he reminded her. Her smile dropped suddenly and her cheeks flushed a bright red. When she wouldn’t meet his eyes, he knew he’d fucked up. He dropped to a squat in front of her. Lifting her face with his finger beneath her chin, he said, “Hey, look at me.”
She hesitated for a second then raised her eyes to his.
“I didn’t mean anything bad by that. I love that you can let yourself go and be wild in bed. It’s a huge turn on to know you’re getting as much excitement out of fucking as I do.” He smoothed his hand over the top of her head and down her back. “I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.”
“Okay. Thanks.” She waited for him to rise before she got up and went to her purse. “I shouldn’t have freaked out when you said that. It’s just that my ex would call me a freak if I ever suggested trying anything other than plain vanilla missionary.”
“Seriously? Wow. His fucking loss. He must have been a real piece of work if he tried to suppress your adventurous side in bed.” Trick leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “Go get a coat. It’s gets a little chilly on the back of my bike.”
Lindsey pulled a medium-weight jacket from her closet, tossed her key in one of the pockets and zipped it up so she wouldn’t lose it. She followed him out the front door, locking and closing it behind her.
“Have you ever been on a bike before?” he asked as they stood next to it.
“No. Never.” She looked back and forth between him and his bike. “What do I need to do?”
“I’ll get on, then you get on behind me.” He pulled a helmet out of his saddle bag and waited for her to finish braiding her hair, then handed it to her. “Here. Put this on.”
“Are you wearing one?” she asked, pulling the helmet over her head.
“Normally, I do, but I didn’t think Keegan’s helmet would fit you.” He frowned as he watched his helmet wobble on her head. “Hang on. Let’s try Keegan’s on you anyway.” He pulled his son’s helmet out and handed it to Lindsey. Surprisingly, it fit her much better. He pulled his own helmet on, swung a leg over his bike and offered his hand to help her climb on behind him. “Now scoot up as close as you can get and wrap your arms around me.”
He waited for her legs to fold around his, then pulled her arms tighter, so that her hands lay one over the other across his stomach. “You ready?”
“Yes!”
