Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (nonfiction book recommendations .TXT) 📕

He set the toy soldier on the table. “So tell me, Gabby. Our favorite demon said I didn’t need this. However, it’s pretty clear I do. Or why else would I have these powers?”

“Maybe there’s something in your past that is the answer. Would you like to talk about why you’re not a police officer?” Gabby’s eyes were bright with expectation. She wanted to get to know him.

But Jack couldn’t go there with either of these women. Not yet. Even after all these years, talking about what happened at the police academy was hard.

So he changed the subject and asked more questions until Gabby was nearly falling asleep. Bottom line, he had a lot to learn about the various creatures and places of the Septua Influunt, the holy name of the universe.

Gabby was fine sleeping on the couch but insisted on sheets so she wouldn’t leave her effluvia on the sofa—those were her exact words.

Jack got her all cozy.

He walked into his bedroom to see Bailey naked on his bed, a hot demon with no makeup on. She’d found makeup remover and watched a YouTube video on how to properly remove cosmetics. Even without makeup, she was gorgeous, but then again, he was mostly looking at her tits and that treasure between her legs.

They had sex, missionary-style, and her eyes were so full of lust as she gazed up at him. He leaned down to kiss her, and it was tender, and passionate, and, yes, full of love. He was deep inside her when he came. She moved her hips up and down, drinking him in.

When Jack lifted his head, he saw tears in the demon’s eyes.

She wasn’t a bit shy about the sex, but she was embarrassed by the tears. She pulled his head down into the crook of her neck to avoid his eyes.

From the other room, Gabby let out a happy squeak. “I felt that, Bailey. That wasn’t Ijjinaya. That was Nefesh! You’re falling in love.”

“Fuck off, angel!” Bailey screamed.

Then she shoved Jack off. “I’m pure lust, Jack. Don’t think you can change me.”

“Never wanted to,” he said.

The demon went to the bathroom, peed, and then got back into bed. She turned away from him. “Being human is stupid. Eating, peeing, and sleeping. Waste of time. This is all so stupid. But what I get from you, Jack, I don’t get from anyone else. I don’t want any other man, or any other woman that we don’t share. I only want you.”

It was clear the demon was enjoying herself, and, yes, Jack had felt something pass between them. It had been more than just fucking for him as well. Was he falling for Bailey?

Maybe. But like falling in love with a hooker, loving a sex demon was for suckers.

When he couldn’t sleep, he picked up his guitar and practiced, strumming chords and playing a few licks. Every day he was improving, and he marveled at his progress. His head was clear, his stomach was fine, and he felt tired, yes, but satisfied.

He thought of Annie. He had to save her, obviously. They already had a friendship, but that friendship could turn into more. He figured Bailey would eventually get tired of the bullshit of being human and take off.

As for Gabby? She had her angelic duties, which she’d spent a billion years training for. No, whatever relationship he had with the two supernatural creatures was temporary.

He’d find Annie and work for something more permanent.

What if he were wrong?

He didn’t know. When he crawled into his bed, and when Bailey pulled him close, he had to wonder at the demon. Was she falling in love?

Maybe. Jack could relate. He loved the feel of her skin on his, the warmth of her body, the musky perfume of her hair. Her carefree attitude and lewdness fascinated him. But he wished she hadn’t figured out the credit cards. This was the most expensive lay he’d ever had, no matter how good it had been.

And it had been good.

Bailey nuzzled into him and kissed him tenderly. Jack felt himself relax.

It would be just fine if Jack Masterson never slept alone again.

Chapter Sixteen

THE NEXT MORNING, THEY had breakfast, which was a quick bowl of Life cereal.

Both Bailey and Gabby watched in wonder as he poured the milk over the cereal, and then both tried it. Bailey ate hers way too fast, and Gabby ate hers way too slow. Instead of cow’s milk, though, Gabby used soy milk.

Both enjoyed the experience. As for coffee, both liked theirs with sugar and different kinds of milk, and lots of it. Jack liked his coffee as black as Bailey’s heart. Or that was the joke. The reality? Bailey simply wasn’t as evil as she wanted to be. It was interesting watching her.

Gabby cleaned up her bed, folded her sheets, vacuumed, and cleaned the bathroom. That was something, seeing an angel with a toilet brush in her delicate hand.

All in all, it felt like a slumber party even though he was about to leave Earth in just a few short minutes. Jack would take his Beretta with two extra magazines. He’d also take his Mossberg Maverick, a solid 12-gauge shotgun, pump action with a six-round magazine capacity loaded with 2-3/4" shells. He’d keep it in a bag just to keep a low profile.

Jack thought about checking his credit card statement online to see how much Bailey had spent, but in the end, he didn’t much care. This Clockwatcher thing might kill them all. He’d figure out the money thing once they had Annie back, safe and sound.

Jack, Bailey, and Gabby left his apartment, and it was a quick walk down the street to the office building, which was mostly empty. Gabby led the way in her white-and-pink business suit, with the low heels. Bailey had on a red skirt, black tights, and a red-and-black