Chapter Twenty-Two
Nick had detected a suspicious sounding ticking noise under the hood of the Mustang - which Lucy had insisted that she couldn’t hear - so he’d booked it into Rick’s Auto Shop for some tender loving care, and they’d taken the red line into Porter Square and then walked the rest of the way to Somerville.
“I think you love that car more than me,” Lucy teased him. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a pink, sleeveless blouse. Nick noticed she was wearing a navy blue bra today and hopefully, panties as well. She had tied her hair in bunches with two red ribbons which made her look like a young teenager.
“Well, she’s almost as sexy as you,” Nick mused, “and she doesn’t give me half as much trouble.”
“But can she suck c**k as well as I can?” Lucy asked sweetly.
“As far
