My gut twists, and my chest squeezes tight, but I force myself to smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I know you think he’s a douchebag,” she says before I can get a word in. “But trust me, he’s not. And come on, if anyone’s got a thick broomstick, it’s him. Right?”
I try not to think about the exact girth of Josh’s dick, but fail miserably. Of course I noticed how tight his jeans were, how much seemed to be going on down there. But there’s no way I’m ready to tell her about the dirty thoughts I had. I’m still trying to make sense of them myself. I came here mostly to prove it was a fluke, that he doesn’t affect me at all.
But this makes things a whole lot messier.
Now what? Do I try to convince her not to pursue him? No, that would look too suspicious. Plus, she wouldn’t listen anyway. When Ana gets an idea in her head, it takes a bulldozer to stop her.
So, I swallow my discomfort and say, “Of course he’s not out of your league, Ana. You’re a total catch. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
It’s the truth, even if I wish she’d find someone else. Anyone else.
Ana’s face lights up. “You’re the sweetest, Sebas. Thanks. How cool would it be if we both hooked up tonight? You with Caroline, me with Josh. Wouldn’t that be a night to remember?”
“That... would definitely be something.”
“I bet Josh is a total beast in bed. If he fucks the way he plays football, I’m in for a goddamn workout. Just imagine it. A big, sweaty quarterback on top of you, pounding away. The stamina he must have. Those arms holding you down while he plows into you like—wait, are you okay? You look pale all of a sudden.”
I clear my throat, trying to get rid of the lump blocking it. “Fine, fine. I’m just, uh... a little thirsty. Do you know where the kitchen is?”
“Of course. Come, I’ll show you.”
She links her arm through mine and leads me down the hall, past the living room, where huge speakers blast pop music and people are dancing and making out.
We pass all kinds of costumes, and even though I know it’s just people dressed up, in the state I’m in, they feel creepier than they should. Masks and painted faces seem to follow me, their stares whispering,We know your secret, Sebastian. We know what you jerked off to earlier.
Werewolves, vampires, zombies, skeletons, and the scariest of all… a clown.
Who the hell would dress up as a fucking clown? Seriously.
As we squeeze past the last group of people, we slip into the kitchen, where the noise is a little easier to handle. Red plastic cups are scattered across the counters, and in the middle of a big table sits a massive punch bowl brimming with bright orange liquid.
But I don’t have eyes for any of that.
Because leaning against the opposite countertop, next to the microwave, is a devil so sinfully hot the sight knocks the air from my lungs.
He’s shirtless, his broad chest streaked with fake blood, the same red as the devil horns poking through his dark, tousled hair. When he looks up, a pair of familiar brown eyes lock onto mine, and my heart kicks into overdrive.
Josh in all his bare-chested glory.
The knot in my stomach returns with a vengeance, twisting and turning, and my cock stirs in my jeans, swelling fast.
Fuck, it definitely wasn’t a fluke.
One glance at him and my body reacts in the most traitorous way.
I’m in trouble.
Big fucking trouble.
4
“Well, well, well, look who decided to show up after all. Love the outfit, man,” Josh’s eyes linger on my wings before he turns to Ana. “How’d you convince him to come?”
She beams at him. “I didn’t. He came on his own. Miracle, right?”
“Is that so?” Josh’s gaze slides back to me.
