Page 79 of Bastard Bartender

My brows rise. “There’s more?”

“Oh yeah. The best part.”

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“Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Destiny Child!” the announcer yells.

We get to our feet as our dear friend and world-renowned drag queen walks onto the stage. Her hair is up in a tangle of curls that cascades down her shoulders like a character in Marie Antoinette. While her hair is demure, her clothes are not. A high-slit dress with fishnet stockings and a bustier that flaunts her chest.

“When did Mario get boobs?” I ask Nic as we take our seats.

“It’s makeup and a lot of squeezing. Impressive, isn’t she?”

“Gorgeous.”

Destiny eats up the applause and praise and then tells us all to take our seats before asking for more admiration, which we give her in spades.

“Now, darling, I am so very excited that you have joined us on this very fine evening in Sin City because we have a scintillating”—she pauses for dramatic effect, and the musicians behind her do a drum roll—“titillating”—she walks across the stage—“excruciatingly wild, exciting, sexy evening of debauchery for you!” The band plays, and she talks over it, “But first—oh, this is very important—I’d like to draw your attention to special guests of mine in the audience. Nicolás Santiago, where are you, gorgeous?”

Nic throws his head back with a laugh and then stands with his hand up in a hello to his friend. The spotlight finds him, and Nic has to shield his eyes slightly.

“There he is. Now, ladies, is this man a ten or what?” Destiny asks, and the women in the audience applaud, whistle, and make catcalls at him. “You think you’re embarrassing him, but this fucker is eating this up. Isn’t that right, you Mexican stallion?”

Nic gives Destiny the finger, and she laughs.

“Oh, I have a place for you to set that.” She laughs as she playfully bends over and then waves her hand in the air. “I’m just kidding. I only date men who know how to use a stick shift, if you know what I mean.” The crowd laughs, and she leans forward. “Get your head out of the gutter. We happen to go driving together, and this boy doesn’t know how to downshift. So, I told him to put his cock away and start driving the damn Porsche.”

Everyone applauds, and Nic shakes his head.

Destiny looks over at him like she’s surprised he’s still standing there. “Sit down, you attention-seeker you. This is mama’s show.” She turns to the rest of the crowd and holds her hand out to Nic. “Nic Santiago, ladies and gentlemen!”

I whistle my cheers for Nic as he takes a swig of his margarita. He places his arms behind my chair and pulls me close as we watch Destiny’s show. She’s the headliner for a renowned drag show in downtown Vegas that does not disappoint. We laugh and dance, order more drinks, and have the absolute best time.

When the show is over, we chant for Destiny and watch her take her encore in which she wows everyone by singing a Katy Perry song.

Nic and I are still grinning as we walk out of the theater, not ready to go home. He pulls me down to a nearby club with Latin music blaring from outside.

More margaritas are poured, intense hip action occurs, and inhibitions are lost. Nic loses the jacket, and his sleeves are rolled up. He comes up behind me, grinning and swaying.

I place my palm against the front of his pants, and he sucks on my neck. He spins me as we salsa, and my breasts are pressed up against his hard chest. His thumbs grab my hips as he guides me, and I snake a leg up his hip, letting the slit slide open, exposing my legs. Nic runs his hand up my thigh, and I let out a shiver.

“Let’s get out of here,” I breathe.

He grabs my hand, and we’re out of the club in minutes.

At my place, I fumble with the key as his hands pull up my dress. When we’re inside, he kicks his shoes off, closes the door, and tosses me against it, devouring my mouth and claiming my body with his.

His hands are in mine as he raises my arms above my head, giving the full weight of his body as he grinds up against me, causing me to let out a sharp breath.

My nipples are taut, and my core is clenched as he keeps my hands firmly against the steel of the door. He kisses down my neck, collarbone, and then wraps his mouth around my breast through the thin fabric of my dress, biting me with enough force to send a shock of pleasure straight to my thighs.

I lift my leg the same way I did in the club and roll my hips up and into him. He moans against my skin, and his mouth is back on mine. With his hands lessening their hold, I move them to the buttons of his shirt and make quick work of undoing each one, exposing inch after inch of velvety, smooth skin. I run my hands up and down his exposed chest and down his torso, savoring the feel of them.

It’s been too long. Too damn long since I had him, and I’m desperate.

His fingers flick at my spaghetti straps, and they fall down my shoulders, exposing my breasts, which are covered in pasties. He tugs at them, and they fall to the ground, letting my nipples free. The cool air against them feels exquisite, so when he bows down and sucks on each one, I gasp in pleasure, feeling like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

His belt is next to go, and his slacks rest loosely around his hips. I look down at this man, enjoying the sight of him, shirtless and nearly undressed.