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“How can you be sure?”
“Because I went through his place. Hospital was kind enough to give me back his shit, including his keys, and one of the boys from the station drove me home.”
“Wait, is this permanent?” I asked, confused because I’d gone from terror at seeing him to a slowly pulsing elation that Mahoney had returned. In a body I wouldn’t mind touching.
“Seems to be. It’s been three days now.”
Three? I shoved him. “You’ve been in his body for three days and only just visited me now?”
“I wanted to make sure it would last before I came to see you. Kind of worried he’d shove me back out.”
“I think you’ll be fine. Brayden was brain dead. It’s why the doctor pulled the plug. I guess because of your connection to each other, your ghost was able to slide in.”
“Sounds plausible, but I’m not crazy about it.”
“Why not?”
“For one, my dick was way bigger. And I was taller.”
“That guy is dead. And given the choice between your body now and a metal motorcycle, guess which I’d rather cuddle.” I stepped closer, and he held his ground, looking down at me.
“Don’t knock the bike, babycakes. Loved the way you used to straddle me,” he purred, dragging me upwards towards his lips.
“I can think of a better way to straddle you,” I teased, brushing my words against his lips.
“Show me.”
It was the last thing he said before I finally got fucked. It started with a torrid kiss. We didn’t make it to the bed. It happened right by that front door, with me pushed against the wall and him thrusting into me. The second bout happened in my bed, more slowly, with my climax making me scream loudly enough that I was glad I had no neighbors near.
Later that night, as we snuggled while a dejected dog lay across the foot of the bed, I traced circles on his chest. “What are you going to do now with your new lease on life?”
“I’m thinking the good detective might be retiring.”
“And what will he do with all that spare time?”
“There’s an old DeLorean in the east corner I always meant to rebuild.”
“Hmm. I don’t know. There is a nice ’72 Ford Baja Bronco I’ve been eyeing.”
“Maybe I can convince you?” he purred before getting under those sheets between my legs.
I screamed, “Yes,” as I came. Then again and again. Because, apparently, I’d entered my insatiable years.
Blame the steel wolf between my thighs.
EPILOGUE
Lifein the flesh proved more marvelous than Mahoney recalled, although he really had to do something about the name situation. Every time someone called him Detective Walker, he almost shot them.
Killian “Junkdog” Mahoney wouldn’t complain though because he’d gotten a second chance. This time, he wouldn’t fuck it up. He’d already started with the love of an epic woman. Meeting her as a ghost had been tough. Especially since she’d been dating another man.
It was kind of ironic that the guy who’d never slept with her fucked her every night now. And morning. Also midday. He had a decade to make up for.
Thinking of Allie brought her in sight. She entered the garage as she said goodbye to someone on the phone.
“Well, that was fucked up.” She chewed her lower lip with an intentness that reminded him of how she looked when she sucked his cock. Perfect.
And mine.
