Halloween Fumble

by A. Winchester

“What’s with the ghost?” I nodded to the ghost in the field as I approached the bouncer at the side door. Calling him a bouncer was fucking stretching it. The kid was scrawny as hell and just as drunk. I could probably blow air in his direction and he’d fall over.

The temperature in the room spiked as the sight of him did something to me—something that made my dick stir and my heart race.

Even with the mask on, he was gorgeous in that rugged kind of way you wouldn’t typically find in a room full of college kids. The thick scruff on his jaw matched the wild way his dark hair curled around his ears and fell long along his neck and shoulders. He had the kind of hair you wanted to bury your fingers in.

He had that wholesome, small-town boy look about him—the kind where you just knew no one had corrupted him. Yet. I had a particular thing for guys like him. Mostly, I just liked blowing past all their self-imposed limits and making them realize a thing or two about themselves. Making guys like that submit was my favorite game to play. Fuck, I was a thirty-one-year-old man eye fucking a college kid across the dance floor.

And that part of my brain won in the end when I tipped my chin toward the hall as a silent invitation for the Wolf to follow me.

As I fumbled gloriously to get a handle on how my brain glitched, he stalked across the short room, closing the distance between us. His hand wrapped around my neck, and my pulse skyrocketed. With quick steps, the Devil had my back pushed against the little closet door.

“Masks stay on,” he ordered.

touching. Fuck, I didn’t want him to stop. I was pretty sure I’d die if he did. I tried to move—to feel more—but his body weighed heavy against mine. For a man roughly my size, he easily overpowered me. A fact I realized I really liked.

“Hold still, little wolf,” the Devil growled in my ear, “or I won’t let you come.” Jesus fuck. This was it. This was how I was going to die—death by orgasm denial. And I liked it.

“Look at you. Such a greedy little wolf. Look at how desperate you are… fucking yourself on my cock. Do you want more, little wolf?” That dark voice was sinfully sexy, only threatening to ruin me more. “Yes.”

Even as a former church-going kid, I never dropped to my knees so fucking fast in my life as I did when the Devil ordered me to. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but with the way he was in charge, I had a feeling it wouldn’t matter anyway.

My heart kicked up wildly in my chest. Oh, fuck. Fuck… fuck… fuckity fuck. I lost my virginity to Rhodes Kennedy. Holy fuck, I’d had sex with Jude’s brother.

Stupidly, I raised my hand and waved. What the hell else was I supposed to do? And from the growing horrified expression on Rhodes’ face as he stared at me, he realized it too.

“You can’t boss me around,” Theo said. “We both know that’s a fucking lie,” I quipped all too quickly and instantly regretted it. He smirked at me. He fucking smirked, and I felt that look in my cock.

I liked being bossed around by him. I liked being used however he wanted. I liked the way he bit and marked me like I belonged to him. I liked being fed my own cum and holding onto his. I liked the way he took control of my orgasms. I liked him choking me and getting rough. I liked the pain of him pulling my hair. I liked the way he talked to me. Fuck, I liked a lot of things. The problem was that I liked all those things with Rhodes.

I wanted to believe Rhodes with his whole ‘not happening’ policy, but then he showed up wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.

“Obviously,” he scoffed. “Do you realize I could’ve hurt you?” “You did, and I liked it.” I did. Immensely. What the hell did that say about me?

Grabbing his sweatshirt, he walked away. I stared at his retreating back—okay, I stared at his ass. But that wasn’t my fault. His sweatpants made his ass look great.

I caught how his gaze flicked down to my mouth and lingered there. And in that moment, I knew I had him. Rhodes Kennedy wanted me just as much as I wanted him. “All right, McLaughlin. Game on.”