Page 29 of The King of Halloween
Clenching his hand around a stick, Adam leaned over Raj’s body. His chest pushed on the soft back, all those muscles pinching his flesh to his ribs as he reached to stab an apple.
“What in the…?” Raj cried out.
Adam managed to impale three apples before he leaped back to his spot.
“Those are mine!”
“It’s payment for what you stole, with interest.”
“I didn’t steal anything. You stole from me first.” Raj lunged for the apples, but Adam managed to stick one in his crock pot.
Dangling the other two to the side, he snarled. “Like hell I did. You snuck in under my nose and took mine.”
“You’re not god’s gift to caramel apples,” Raj shouted. He dived down for the apple out of the crock pot. Adam tried to stop him, but Raj was quick. He grabbed onto the edge of the pot, causing the caramel to leap up the side until some slopped out.
Boiling in rage, Adam lunged for Raj’s pot of caramel. He pulled on it, trying to wrench it over to his side, but the plug caught. “I am the Halloween king!” Adam screamed, giving one hard yank.
An extension cord ripped out of the wall, snaked its way around the table leg, and snagged. He kept pulling, not realizing how much danger he was in until the whole thing buckled. The first table crashed to the ground. People shrieked, trying to catch it, but it was too late. Their crock pot flew, turning twenty pounds of ceramic and boiling sugar into a cannonball. It landed dead center on Raj’s table, crumpling it. All of his finished apples tumbled off, rolling through the muddy ground.
Panting, Adam tried to get a grip on things, but the crock pot he stole was still in play. The caramel leaped into the air. His eyes went wide as he watched it arc toward his hapless mother. “Mom!” he cried, diving to get her out of the way.
She stepped to the side even as he was falling, arms splayed out. “Ahhh!” a voice screamed, and Raj slammed into him. Sticky caramel splattered both their bodies.
If he’d been smart, he would have aimed for the ground. But in his haste, Adam collapsed right onto his table. All of his apples flew backward, smashing into the food truck behind them until they became caramel applesauce.
Silence sliced through them. Panting and hugging the crock pot, Adam tried to flip over when he realized he was stuck. The caramel had glued Raj’s chest to his back. He peered over his shoulder into the most demented and gorgeous eyes he’d ever seen.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
?
In the moment, Raj thought it was a brilliant move. Tackling the man who had ripped away his caramel made sense, right up until he wound up on top of him, with steaming hot sugar quickly cooling between their bodies. Physics being what it was, he landed with his pecs pressing into another man’s shoulders and his hips digging into a tight ass. The pain of hitting the ground was nothing compared to the agony seeping through his bones. Embarrassment? Yes. Regret? Sure. But an insatiable hunger to run his palms below Adam and pull him tighter to their already stuck bodies besieged Raj’s mind.
“Mr. Choudhary?” Adam whispered, his voice straining.
“Yes?”
“Will you get off of me?”
The awkward struggle became a valiant one. Raj dug his palms into the dirt, trying to get leverage. He fought to peel himself off, but the caramel was hardening fast. Raj managed a few inches and slid his knees under him. Then Adam scrunched his abs, shoving his ass up. If Raj had been able to roll away, that ass would have found only thin air. Instead, Adam sat the whole curve of his bouncy buttocks in Raj’s lap. And there was a stirring.
Heat burst in his chest like a rising phoenix. He’s going to yell, and flail, and panic, and run away. Raj tried to still his cock before it did any more damage. Reaching for it was impossible. Moving would only make things worse. He chose to go stock still and wait for Adam to move.
He did. That soft, round curve rolled up the whole of Raj’s rising shaft. A strangled gulp slipped from his lips. “What…?” Raj stuttered, his brain broken while his body gave in to the feral pleasure of a man against him.
A hand wrapped around him.
At first, he assumed Adam was trying to push him off. But when the fingers brushed over Raj’s forearm, then clamped down, Raj’s hands slid forward. He did his best to not groan while children got their faces painted ten feet away.
“Whoa, what happened here?”
The sound of Logan turned Adam’s body as stiff as a board. He released Raj just as Logan’s face peered over the tipped table. “Need some help there, man?”
Raj scrambled, fighting to get himself off of Adam. He fought back twice as hard, nails digging into the table as they tried to pull apart—only to come slamming back together. Somehow, as they wormed their way to their feet, Adam managed to twist. The caramel stretched until Adam looked Raj right in the face.
Both men panted after that challenge. A wad of caramel stretched between them as they clung to the opposite side of the table. Their sugary bondage was broken, as were their egos.
Logan was the only one laughing. “Is this what small towns do in autumn?”
