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  “You love him, don’t you?”

  “I do. He’s like the brother I never had, you know?”

  “I do.” Devlin stepped into her pale blue pumps and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. Jace wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she studied their reflection in the mirror. We look good together. He was dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans he’d cuffed at the bottom with a white T-shirt and black boots. It was how she’d remembered him, except for the hair. No longer under his father’s rule, he’d grown it out and wore it in a small pomp that did delicious things to her tummy. If they didn’t have plans, they’d be in the bed right now for round seven.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” she asked, her voice low and husky like she’d been in a room full of smoke.

  “Like you want me to fuck your brains out.”

  “But I do,” she purred. He delivered a delicious smack to her ass. “Oh. If that was to get me moving out of here faster, you failed.” The sting made her nectar flow as her core hummed and she rubbed her ass against the hand that held her offended cheek.

  “We need to get out of here now,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her from the bedroom like they were being chased.

  A wicked laugh spilled free from her throat as she followed behind him. The control games work both ways lover. The warmth from his body seeped into her as they journeyed down the stairs into the living room. Perfection. Then she saw Tristan and her hormones raged like a teenager in their prime. Clad in a pair of navy blue slacks with a white and gray striped shirt, he looked very posh. The gray Converse that topped off the ensemble made her grin.

  “You look great.”

  “So do you, love.” Devlin smiled. I always was a sucker for Brit speak. He came over, offered up his arm, and together the three of them made their way out of the house and into the restored cherry red Ford pickup. As they drove to the shop, she couldn’t help but enjoy the close proximity the cab required. I like being the meat in this sandwich.

  Twenty minutes later they had the car pushed into the garage with the hood popped. She sat out front with Tristan while Jace looked things over, a ploy that wasn’t lost on either of them. Not that she minded. She sat beside him on the black leather couch. “Have you always been into cars?” she asked to break the ice.

  “Yes, it was a passion I shared with my father. Since we didn’t have much else in common, it was a big deal. I helped him rebuild my first car at about nine.”

  “That’s awesome. It was sort of the same thing with my dad, only we have too much in common according to my mom.” Tristan laughed.

  “Your family sounds funny.”

  “Oh they are, until they’re not.”

  “I know what you mean,” he said.

  “How do you like living in the States?”

  “It’s great. I have a successful business doing what I love with my best mate, and no one bothers me here.”

  She raised a curious eyebrow.

  “About the accident. I was hounded over there but here I’m just another person.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I go back to visit a couple of times a year as well.”

  “I’d love to see England. You’d think as a military brat I’d have been around the world but no. We were always stateside. When Dad did go out of the country, he was always solo.”

  “Was that hard growing up?”

  “Not really because it was all we ever knew.”

  The more they talked, the more she liked him. Once he opened up, he was witty, charming, and a bit quirky. It was a good fit. She licked her lips.

  “You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”

  “No I am—very attracted.”

  He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.

  “Wow.”

  “I second that, dear.”

  “I want to do it again.”

  Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.

  “Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.

  “This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.

  “Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.

  “Look at how wet she is for us, Tris.”

  She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.

  “You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.

  “Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.

  “Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.

  He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.

  “We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”

  “Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.

  “Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.

  “Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.

  “I-I can’t,” she huffed.

  “You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.

  “I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek
-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.

  “I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?

  “Shit, yes.”

  “Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”

  “Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”

  “Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.

  “You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.

  “Yes.”

  She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.

  “You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.

  “Shit, Tris.”

  The raw sound of flesh on flesh filled the room.

  “That’s it. Make it good for our girl, Tris.” Jace’s voice was decadent. Silken, rich and sweet like chocolate, as he played with her heavy breasts, kissing her neck and the erogenous spot behind her ear. Tristan gripped her hips hard, lifting her up and slamming her down at a pace that had her teetering on the edge. The muscles in his arms flexed and strained. His jaw clenched and his face was a mask off concentration. Her body shook.

  “Not yet, not yet,” Jace whispered. “Bend over him, Devy.” She adjusted her position.

  “Oh!” She felt a wet tongue on her puckered hole. The sensation brought on a new ache. Cool gel followed and her muscles contracted.

  “Relax, baby. I’m going to make it good for you.” Tristan slowed his grueling pace, distracting her with the slow, deep, strokes that tapped her cervix, sending a shot of pleasure directly to her throbbing clit. Her walls clenched around him.

  “I’m so, so, close!”

  “Shit! Hurry up, Jace. We won’t last much longer.”

  “After watching the two of you, neither will I.”

  He tested the ring of muscles with his finger, easing just the tip in and out. She bucked her hips, desperate to relieve the tension. Knuckle-deep became finger-deep. Flames of discomfort fanned out to become pleasure. He added another finger and more gel.

  “Oh, fuck, Jace!” She bucked against Jace, seeking more as she flexed her inner muscles.

  “Just like that, love!” Tristan cried.

  “Hold still, Tris. Let me get inside her.” All movement halted and she did her best to relax as Jace pushed in the tip. Her muscles protested for a second then gave as he slid home.

  “Your ass is even tighter than your delectable pussy.” Jace began to move and Devlin had never felt so full in her life. Tears filled her eyes. She was the cylinder being worked over by two powerful pistons. Pushed beyond her capacity, she screamed, letting go. A splash of hot cum coated her insides as Tristan filled her to the brim. Jace followed soon after with a mighty roar. They collapsed together on the couch, sweaty, exhausted, and utterly blissed out. Devlin looked up from her position, , and smiled.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “I don’t think okay is the word for it. Euphoric maybe.”

  “Did we pass the test? Are we worth giving a go?” she asked.

  “There’s no way I could walk away from either of you now.”

  “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Jace replied from his position on the opposite side of her.

  Sandwiched between them on the oversized couch, Devlin was exactly where she wanted to be. She rested her head on Tristan’s chest and focused on the feel of Jace’s breath as they came down from their high. After so many years focused on her career and keeping the business running, unable to recover from her first heartbreak, Devlin had found true happiness with the love of her life and a man fast becoming his equal. This Vintage Vixen had been claimed.

  The End

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