Slipping inside her, I knew I’d never feel anything finer. She was almost too old for intrusion, but someone had found the charity to make her relevant, even appealing.
jack, and I knew all her secrets – plus those of the last guy. His
imprint remained after he’d trampled her. She was torn up inside, just
like his last ride.
Bodies would come next.
this right, Sugar.” Immersed, I tapped the ignition to get her pistons
moving. Fossil fuel pumped in time with my blood: hot, eager, needy.
Sugar would be restored. Her previous passenger would not.