Page 43 of The King of Halloween
The fast tear of a zipper yanked away any thoughts of the blond himbo. Dumbstruck, he glanced down as Raj, clinging to the pull of Adam’s fly, dropped to his knees.
Holy shit. Yes. Yes. Yes!
“Hey, man. Are you down here?”
No!
Their door of the damned flew open. A dark shadow leered down at them, then Logan stuck his golden head through the gap. Raj shot up to his feet, his body drenched up to his chest. Turning away, Adam tried to corral his cock back into place, but the flesh was so hard and aching for that mouth, he nearly screamed at the touch.
“Logan, shut off the water main!” Raj shouted to the man. He started to glance back at Adam, who’d finally managed his fly without tearing any very important skin.
Then a sound began. A low hum rose from the sump pump, and—like magic—the water level started to drop. For a beat, Adam and Raj caught each other’s eye before both turned away at a loss for what the hell just happened.
By the time Adam climbed out of the cellar, the whole thing felt like…well, not a dream, or a nightmare. More like a sleep paralysis demon squatting on his chest and torturing him with all the things he couldn’t have. On one hand, Raj—a man he’d been warring with for the past fortnight—kissed and got down on his knees for him. On the other, he’d bent his head with Logan—his partner—and both fussed over the sump pump now dutifully draining the basement. Even the leak seemed to have vanished, turning Adam’s panic-induced horniness to a dull ache from his balls up to his stomach.
Maybe he hallucinated all of that from black mold. That made sense, right?
Adam turned away from the cozy scene of a couple’s basement repair and reached for the door handle. As he tugged, he remembered the damn thing was one way.
“Fuck me,” he snarled at himself.
A quick gasp from behind caused his hands to drop from cradling his aching head. The man who’d just about done that nervously fiddled with the wrench’s nut, his eyes somewhere around Adam’s midsection. His gaze, however, was about two miles down the road.
“Hey man, what’s up?” The third wheel in all of this looked over at Adam.
Swallowing his guilt into a gnarled snare, Adam pointed to the back door. “It won’t open.”
“Oh, here. You need the key.” Logan breezed past, his golden hair blowing in the October wind. Damn it, he smelled like salty waves and white sands. The thought twisted Adam’s intestines into a pretty bow.
“There ya go, man,” Logan declared, propping the door open for him.
Nodding, Adam placed a hand to the cool metal. He turned from the beckoning light to the darkness. For a beat, he caught Raj’s eyes. Their manic darting froze, and—while he could tell a thousand thoughts zipped behind them— Adam didn’t have a clue what they were.
“If you hurry, you can still catch the end of the movie,” Logan said.
Adam nodded his thanks and started to ease his way inside. He should be bolting, but he couldn’t stop from lingering.
“Hey.” Raj glanced his finger against Logan’s arm. “How’d you get the door open?”
“With my key,” he explained like the golden retriever of a man he was.
“Not that one.” Raj laughed, the sound placing a stake to Adam’s sternum. “The one to the cellar. Do you have a key for it, too?”
“No.” Logan reached over to the shut door, then pulled it up without any fuss. “There’s no lock.”
“What? No. It was locked. We were banging for hours. Um…”
Adam winced at the heat blazing across Raj’s cheeks. He couldn’t take the cauldron of emotions and slipped inside. As the door slammed closed, he heard Raj testing the door over and over, all while Logan kept explaining it never locked.
It didn’t happen. It was a dream. A nightmare.
Something in between.
Applause broke from the ballroom, and the lights rose. The movie was over. Adam’s only reason for staying faded away like the drip of a fixed leak. Holding his breath, he dashed down the hallway, keeping his head low so none of the people leaving could recognize him. But as he went, he glanced back.
The word exit blazed in red above the door.
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