Page 6 of Bedeviled By The Jock (Halloween Temptation #3)

“ H ow long have you been standing there?” I croak.

“Long enough.”

“Ana, I’m so sorry, I?—”

“No, no, absolutely not. Do not apologize. This is amazing.” She lets out a delighted squeal, her gaze darting from me to Josh and back again. “I mean, wow. You were, like, mauling each other. Oh, man. How did I miss this chemistry?”

Josh clears his throat and pulls his hand out of my pants.

“So, uh, have you found out what happened? Why everything went dark?”

Ana grins. “They couldn’t find anything. The power just came back on by itself. I guess that ghost wanted you two to have some time alone, huh?”

I laugh awkwardly.

“Please, don’t mind me,” she says. “Go back to kissing. You guys are hot as fuck together. I’m just gonna grab some punch,”—she pours herself a cup of the orange stuff—“and go mingle, okay?”

But before she can walk off, I grab her arm.

“Hey, are you really okay with this?”

“Sebastian, seriously. Yes. It was about time you broke out of that shell. You were driving me crazy being all mopey and shit. But now everything makes sense. You deserve this. Now promise me one thing: no holding back. Got it?” She gives me a quick hug and whispers in my ear, “At least one of us is gonna ride that broomstick tonight.”

Then she winks at Josh and struts off.

My face is flaming when I turn back around, but Josh doesn’t give me a chance to be embarrassed. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, our noses touching.

“No holding back, huh?”

“Yeah, uh, Ana never minces her words.”

He chuckles. Then he kisses me again, slower this time, the taste of his lips instantly wiping all thoughts from my mind. When he breaks away, the smile is gone, replaced by something much darker.

“Maybe we should get somewhere more private then, hm? Because not holding back... is exactly what I had in mind, too.”

I can barely speak, my heart hammering, my skin tingling all over. “O-okay.”

Josh takes my hand, leading me through the kitchen, past the living room where the party is raging once more, and down the hall toward the staircase.

People part for him and his six-foot-four frame like the Red Sea. Now I see it for myself. The pull the star quarterback has over everyone. They look at him with a mix of admiration and awe. Curious glances follow as they spot me trailing behind him, our hands interlocked.

But he doesn’t seem bothered, and neither am I.

Not anymore.

In fact, I feel a swell of pride in my chest as we climb the stairs. I can’t believe it’s me, Sebastian, being led upstairs by this smoking hot devil.

The vibe on the first floor is nothing like downstairs.

The music is muffled, and everywhere I look, people are making out, touching, grinding.

A nurse who looks an awful lot like Caroline is pinned against the wall by a vampire, his fangs grazing her neck.

Two mummies are wrapped up in each other on a couch.

If I weren’t walking here with Josh, I’d run the other way in a heartbeat.

The wood creaks under our feet as we take another set of stairs.

The higher we go, the fewer people there are, until the music is nothing but a dull thrum.

I wonder who actually lives here, and if they know what kind of party they’re hosting.

Or maybe the stories are true, and a ghost is the only occupant.

“Let’s see if we can go any higher,” Josh says, his hand still clasping mine. “The view from the attic has to be great.”

“There’s a hatch,” I say, pointing at a square panel in the ceiling. “But I don’t think?—”

“Perfect.”

He grabs the handle, and the panel drops open, revealing a wooden ladder that leads up into a dark space.

“What if we’re not allowed?”

Josh flashes a mischievous grin. “We probably aren’t.”

He climbs the ladder with his devil tail swishing behind him and his horns scraping the low ceiling. At the top, he pulls himself up and reaches down to offer me a hand.

I hesitate for a second. Do we really need to go all the way up? There are plenty of empty rooms we could sneak into. But when I see the gleam in his eyes and the smile tugging at his lips, all doubt evaporates. I grab his hand and let him hoist me up, my wings dragging along the wooden rungs.

The attic is stuffed with boxes and old furniture, and the air is dusty, but Josh was right. The view from the big oval window is incredible. We can see the whole neighborhood, lit by the glow of the full moon and the flicker of jack-o’-lanterns scattered across porches and lawns.

Right next to the window is an old, plush armchair, the kind in which you’d read a good book and sip a hot drink. Josh takes a seat, spreads his legs, and pats his thighs.

“C’mere.”

I bite my lip and cross the space to settle onto his lap. His big, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me flush against him. Our hard cocks press together in the most delicious way.

“There,” he rumbles. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.”

The kiss that follows is slow, gentle. His tongue teases mine, his teeth nip at my lower lip, his mouth coaxes moans from the depths of my chest. I melt into him, my arms looped around his neck, fingers clutching at his shoulders.

My hips move on their own, rutting against his hard-on, grinding, chasing the friction, the pressure.

Josh groans into my mouth. His hands roam my back and sides, slipping under my tank top to feel the bare skin beneath.

He pushes it up, and I break the kiss just long enough for him to yank it off, wings and all, and toss it to the floor.

Then his fingers move to my jeans, unbuttoning them in one smooth motion before dragging them down my hips.

The chill air raises goosebumps on my skin, but Josh warms me up right away. He kisses a trail along my jaw and down my neck, nipping, licking, sucking.

When his mouth latches onto my nipple, I shudder and let out a strangled moan.

He chuckles against my chest, then looks up, eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“Now I have a very serious question for you, Sebas. Be honest with me.”

“Okay,” I breathe, barely able to speak under his gaze.

His grin widens.

“Trick... or treat?”