Page 27 of In the Nick of Time
In a move that surprised Nick, Doug dropped to his knees—Nick managed not to make a comment about being careful—andwrapped his big hands around Nick’s hips. Then he took Nick’s cock into his mouth.
If he knew he was going to die, could he roll back time and stop it from happening? If he was about to have the most incredible orgasm he’d ever experienced, could he make it happen over and over again?
“Quit fucking thinking, it’s distracting me,” Doug grumbled.
Nick forgot everything.
He might die in a public restroom, but he would die happy. Nick might not have a superpower, but Doug did, and it was making Nick feel like he could fly.
When they madetheir way back to the dance floor, Nick gaped at the much larger crowd.
“Where did all these people come from?” Nick wanted to know.
“It’s after midnight. They come out like zombies.”
“Oh, look, there’s our friend, Sven.”
Sven was serving yet another bachelorette group. Nick figured they didn’t get many straight bachelors in here. A thought struck him.
“We don’t have to go to a trad dance club, do we?”
“I’m not going to ask why you want to know that,” Doug said, heading for the bar again.
Nick was quite fond of the female form; he enjoyed women in all shapes and sizes. Just not naked. Although, maybe after another drink, he wouldn’t care.
Hold it. Weren’t they supposed to be investigating a crime?
“Should we be asking questions? What’s our cover story?” he said to Doug’s back.
Doug reached the serving station and was leaning against the counter when Nick caught up with him.
“A whisky soda and a virgin mai tai for my son,” he said when the bartender finally came over.
“You do have a sense of humor!” Nick chortled. “But I’m not a virgin, am I?” he waggled his eyebrows and his butt.
“We have an invite to the games in back,” Doug said, pulling out the silver coin and setting it on the counter. “Who do I talk to?”
Kyle, or so the name tag said, gave Doug a hard look while completely ignoring Nick.
That was fine, he was used to being ignored. Being ignored meant he got to look around and check things out, watch people who didn’t know they were being observed.
Sliding over a tall glass with enough fruit loaded on the edge to feed a kindergarten class, the bartender said, “There’s an admission fee.” He flicked a glance Nick’s direction. “And your friend can’t stay out here.”
Nick rolled his eyes; what, was he a danger to others? A menace to society?
“Believe me, I understand. Nick’s a handful. He’ll just sit by my side and watch. He’s good luck.”
Nick managed not to spit out the pineapple juice, but it was a close thing. Never once in his life had anyone claimed he was good luck. More often than not, it was the opposite. Bad things tended to happen when Nick was around—but he stopped them occasionally too. Doug hadn’t been crushed by a Humvee, had he?
“Don’t these people require wads of cash?” Nick whispered. “What about the James Bond movies? Was that all a lie?”
“Yes, Nick, it was a lie. Those movies were filmed in Hollywood—which is all about the lie.”
“Did you just say something profound?”
Kyle slid a different card reader over to Doug and slipped the coin off the countertop without looking at it.
“I think you could’ve played James Bond. Well, in your prime.”
