“Look. We need to get mad enough to stop thinking with our dicks and start smashing our way out of here,” he decided.
Every time one of them had tried to take a run at the locked door, they came to a screeching halt inches from it. It was as if their biological drive to bang had taken control of everything. Including any natural aggression.
“There’s a couple of goddamn psychopaths out there with our women. We’re not gonna wait around for someone to rescue us,” Nick said, pointing toward the door.
Tommy held up an armored hand. “Question: What if we break out of here and then the girls come back for us? They won’t know where to find us, and I won’t be able to immediately have sex with Sesame.”
Nick doubled over and willed his penis to listen to reason. “Forgets-e-x,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Impossible,” Brian grinned.
“I hate your cousin,” Kellen growled.
Nick stood back up. “We are men. Men with women who are in danger right now on the other side of that door. Are we going to lie around in here being useless and horny, waiting for them to come along and have sex with us? Or are we going to smash through that door and save them?”
“I don’t have a woman,” Kellen pointed out.
Nick rolled his eyes heavenward. “We’ll find you one.”
“Fine,” Kellen agreed. “But she needs to be over thirty, single, and has to have read an entire book in the last month.”
“We will discuss your standards on the other side of this door,” Nick promised through gritted teeth.
“I’m still leaning toward thewait here and then have sexoption,” Tommy admitted.
“Tommy, you’re dressed like a knight in shining fucking armor. This is your chance to save your fair maiden. You get to be the hero tonight. Are you with me?”
Tommy was taking too long to think about it.
“Heroes get laid,” Nick said.
“I’m in,” Tommy said, lowering his visor.
“Let’s get this over with. No one lead with your dick. That’s how you sprain things,” Kellen reminded them.
“Shoulders, not dicks,” Nick said. “On the count of three.”
He, Kellen, and Tommy lined up a few paces from the door.
“I’ll, uh, just hang out back here.” Brian waved from his wheelchair, holding his phone up. “And recording.”
Nick glared at the door, willing his anger to push aside his libido. There was one obstacle that dared stand between him and Riley’s satisfaction…er, safety. Yeah. Definitely safety. And he was going to destroy it. “One…two…three!”
“Shoulders, not dicks,” Kellen and Tommy said.
Nick put his head down and charged. There wasn’t time to register that the door slid open on its own. Or that a gigantic body was filling the open doorway. Whatdidregister was the fact that Kellen and Tommy both pulled up short as Nick plowed directly into the man in the doorway.
At least, he thought it was a man as the momentum carried them into the foyer. The long black hair and spidery fake eyelashes threw him. But when he landed on top of them, he got a definitive confirmation on the anatomy of his rescuer.
The party was still going around them. Music still thumped. Lights still flashed. Though it looked as if there was less dirty dancing happening on the dance floor. Fewer giggles too.
“Gabe?” Nick said.
“Yes, Nick?”
“Please tell me you have an umbrella shoved down your Cher pants.”
“I am afraid I do not. Are you in need of an umbrella?”
