Doren
He took the corner way too fast, laughing when he felt the tires slide and then grab, slamming against the door as the wheels reseated themselves, and then lurching in time with the vehicle as it snapped back into full acceleration. The stereo system was blaring, filling the space with pounding sound, and he lifted his head to the roof of the Evora and howled like a wolf. The car responded like a jungle cat, tearing up the street, engine slipping easily from sexy purr to outright roar. The combination of the furious vehicle and the intense music lit his body, ripped through his soul and settled in his crotch. Not only did the car make Doren felt like a superhero, there was a brilliant sound—so much clearer in the perfectly mixed demo then it had been live—that ran deep down under th
