Vixen Claimed

by Shyla Colt

  “Mom and Dad split about five years back. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier. She’s single, traveling with her girlfriends, dating a bit. I don’t talk to my father much. Angela and Lindy are doing well. The both went to UC and are working as RNs just like Mom.”

  She placed a hand on his arm.

  “The thing with your father was never your fault, Jace. He just wanted you to be someone you’re not and to be honest, he was kind of an asshole, so I'm glad you didn’t follow in his footsteps.”

  Jace laughed. “You always did know how to make me feel better.” He bent down and hugged her. “Glad to know that hasn't changed.” Silence fell between him as they reached the sink in the back. They washed up and straightened before they headed out front. When they stepped in to the main room, Tristan looked up from his seat at the front desk.

  “Hey, I called the tow truck. They’ll be out to get the car in about thirty minutes and they’ll drop her off in the parking lot.” The red tinge of his cheeks told Devlin he knew what they’d been doing. It was adorable. The man had no idea how sexy he was and it made him all the more desirable. She glanced up at Jace who gave her a knowing smirk.

  “Good, then we should pack it in for the day. We have to take Devy by her car to pick up her bags and head home to get her settled.”

  “Oh, she's staying at the house?” Tristan asked.

  “Is that okay?”

  “Oh y-yeah.” Tristan flushed, nodded profusely, and wiped at the back of his neck.

  Men are so adorable when they're flustered.

  After a quick call to Dahl to fill her in on her whereabouts, they were off to pick up her things and head to their house.

  Chapter Four

  There was no way Jace could sleep with Devlin in the room next to him. He sat up on the side of the bed and wondered if she was having as much trouble as he was. He tossed the sheet back and stood. His paced across the wooden floor with bare feet. Would she think he was too forward if he went to her? He wanted her to understand this was about forever but he'd been hard and achy from the moment he'd seen her in the black number that made his libido shoot through the roof.

  “Fuck it.” He wouldn't be satisfied until he'd claimed her pussy as his own once more. Determined, he walked out of his room and tapped on her door. A few seconds passed and the door cracked open just enough for her head to stick out.

  “Jace? What are you doing? Is everything all right?”

  “No.”

  She stepped back and waved him in. “What’s wrong?” He pressed her body against the closed door. She wore a night shirt with Betty Boop on the front.

  “I’m in the room next to you and not buried in that tight pussy of yours where I belong.”

  She gasped and he grinned. “Remember how wet my voice used to get you? You’d soak through your panties and your jeans. That’s why I loved it when you wore a skirt. I could slip my fingers inside your wet folds whenever I wanted.” He moved his fingers down to the hem, tracing the top of her thighs. “You were always such a good girl, keeping quiet while you orgasmed in the movies, in the car, in the room with others. You liked that thrill of almost being caught, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Are you wet for me now, Devy? You ready to take a little walk down memory lane?”

  “God, yes.”

  He let his fingers creep under her shirt and grinned when he felt her neatly trimmed mound.

  “Mhmm, you knew I was coming in here tonight, didn’t you? That’s why you're bare and so very, very, wet.” He caressed her cleft. “And hot.”

  “I hoped.”

  “You know I could never resist my girl.”

  He brushed the swollen nub that protruded from between her lips with his thumb and she hissed.

  “So eager. Let’s see.” He lifted her shirt up and growled at the sight that greeted him. The heart-shaped design done in bright pink got him every time he saw it. Jace traced the pattern with his fingers enjoying the contrast of smooth and soft hair. She glistened where her wetness peaked through and he fought the urge to bring her to orgasm. Next time she came he wanted it to be around his cock. Her hands came up to massage his shoulders before they moved down to his chest. The light sensual touches relaxed and aroused at the same time.

  “You still work magic over me, Devlin.”

  “The feeling is mutual.” Her hands drifted down to cup his hardness through his boxers.

  “Feels like I’m not the only one who’s ready,” she said. One eyebrow cocked up.

  “Cheeky,” he said.

  She giggled.

  “Oh yeah, I can tell you’ve been across the pond all right.” The hands of time seemed to reverse. This was always their way, passionate loving with a bit of humor and enough sweetness to be called making love instead of fucking. It was a combination he’d never been able to capture with anyone else. Like a recipe he always had the wrong ingredients for.

  “Two can play this game.” He trailed a finger down her dripping pussy, once, twice, and eased inside. Her walls gripped him like a lifeline and he growled in the back of his throat as he began to move inside of her. A small keen sounded in her throat.

  “Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear everything.” Her head fell back against the door with a thud and her lids fell to half-mast as he found his rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. He didn’t want things over before they began but he wasn’t running a hundred-yard dash either. Her hips begin to sway in time to his motions. Jace licked his lips as he watched her blossom under his gentle ministrations. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on her body. She glowed. Pleasure transformed her heart-shaped face, high cheek bones, and Cupid’s-bow lips into a work of art.

  “God, that feels so good, J.” The pet name was music to his ears. He was winning her over. She'd see this could work. It had to.

  He angled his finger, added a second, and thrust deeper. Steady strokes that made her whimper and moan.

  “Ooh shit!”

  Her legs shook and he pulled free.

  “No!”

  “Uh-uh, no coming until I'm inside you, Devy.”

  “Then take me to bed and fuck me proper!”

  The woman who stood in front of him was everything he recalled and more, a woman where a slip of a girl once stood. He picked her up. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back, lithe legs wrapped around his waist, and their lips came together, crashing like thunder and lightning as they tasted, bit and sucked, filling their mouths with long-absent flavors. Jace sat down on the bed heavily, loving the warm weight of her atop him. He shoved his boxers off his hips and together they worked the offending material down his legs and onto the floor.

  “Hold on, I have to get something.” He lifted her off, sat her in the center of the bed, and rolled over to the nightstand. He rummaged through the top drawer to retrieve one of the condoms left over by a couple of friends who'd been out to visit for a few weeks. He’d been anything but a saint since they ended things but he’d always been safe. With the square foil in his hand, he returned.

  “I want you to ride me, Devy.”

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathy and her eyes glowed with passion and excitement. She took the foil from him, opened it deftly, and gripped his base to roll it down inch by inch. His sensitive prick quivered and she smirked. When he was fully sheathed, she peeled the nightgown over her head, baring her perky breasts to his hungry gaze before she climbed on top of him. She took him in her hands once more, lined him up to her core, and sank down. He hissed as she engulfed him in her moist haven, her face aglow with pleasure.

  “Shit, Devy, you’re so fucking tight.” A smile flicked up the ends of her lips.

  She pressed her hands against his chest, placed a foot on either side of him on the bed, and slammed down.

  “Oh God!”

  His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she repeated the motion again and again, swiveling her hips and coaxing an answering thrust from him. His han
ds shot up to grab her waist. Sweat poured from their bodies. Her heat penetrated him through the rubber and he could almost pretend nothing separated him. He wanted to touch her soul. The thought made him thrust harder, stroke her further.

  “Harder. Yes, Jace! Yes, just like that.”

  Her pussy vibrated and his cock twitched in response. She was close—hell, so was he. His balls drew up tight and the urge to release made him grind his teeth. His movement became more frantic and he reached between them to stroke her tiny bud of pleasure.

  “I’m coming. I’m coming!” Her voice echoed off the walls and she let out a wail that sent him tumbling after her as she clamped down, milking every drop of cum he had. He lay back on the bed with her draped over him. She propped herself up with one arm, pushed the mass of hair away from her face, and grinned.

  “I didn’t think it could be better, but as usual, you had to prove me wrong.”

  “Tell me this doesn't feel right, Devlin.” He traced her delicate eyebrows with his finger.

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “Then we’ll do this, give us a try again?”

  “Yes.” She nodded and he beamed, a grin splitting his lips.

  “I’m clean. I was tested six months ago and you are the only woman I trusted to make love to condomless. Please tell me you're on birth control and up-to-date with testing too.”

  She laughed and nodded.

  “Yes and yes.”

  He sat up, easing her off his half risen cock, rolled the condom off, tied it and tossed it in the garbage can on the opposite side of the bed.

  “Then I think we’ll need to try this again the right way.”

  “So soon?” she asked, her brown eyes wide.

  “Yes. I have a lot of lost time to make up for. Now get on your knees and bring that ass this way.” He helped her flip over and growled. “By the time I’m done with you tonight, my name is going to be tattooed on your insides.” He slapped her cheeks once, twice. She flinched, crying out as she pushed back seeking more contact.

  “Yes, fuck me hard, Jace.”

  He rubbed her ass, leaning down to kiss a cheek before he sank his teeth into her juicy globe. She gripped the sheets in her fists and her thighs rubbed together. Jace reached around to stroke her clit as he rubbed against her entrance.

  “Stop teasing and fill me with your cock!”

  Her command went straight to his dick. He paused mid-stroke and brought his hand back to grasp his base, lining himself up with her heart he thrust inside. The slick channel felt like home. Her walls fluttered and he pulled out and thrust back in, pounding the place he never wanted to leave again.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she cried.

  His eyes rolled back in his head and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from reaching orgasm. Her low moans mixed with his, blending to become the soundtrack for all the things they wanted to say but couldn’t put into words. They came together in a glorious explosion that stole his breath and sealed his fate. There was no separating after this. Come hell or high water, this was the woman for him. The wanderlust that had ruined every relationship he’d attempted since her had been banished and he was ready to put down roots.

  Chapter Five

  Tristan stumbled from bed, tired, horny and jealous. He’d been kept up by the loud lovemaking going on two doors down. He was happy for Jace but the green-eyed monster was doing a number on him. Sleep blurred his vision and a headache threatened to descend as he made his way to the bathroom. A hot shower, breakfast and coffee were essential to get his day on the right track. He pushed the door open and froze. The shower curtain was pulled back, giving him a clear view of Devlin’s body. Firm breasts, a slender waist that belled out into a wicked pair of hips and a shaved pussy with a bright pink heart above her cleft. His cock stood at attention. Rock hard, it threatened to burst from his boxers as it continued to swell. She turned to look out at the door. Their gazes locked and a wicked smile spread across her lips. What do I do?

  “I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. His voice was thin and reedy. Guilt smashed into him like a tidal wave. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

  The door creaked open behind him and he closed his eyes in preparation for the earful he was about to receive from Jace.

  “It’s okay, Tris. I know you didn’t do it on purpose and she’s a beautiful woman.”

  “What?” he asked, stunned. Jace chuckled.

  “It’s okay. She liked you too. We were talking about this last night and we’d like you to join us.”

  Tristan’s head spun. “You want what?”

  “The two of you have chemistry and I want you both to be happy.”

  “I-I couldn’t do that to you.” His tongue was tangled and his mind was a jumbled mess. Was this really happening? The sound of the shower door rolling on the track made him turn back toward Devlin. Beads of water ran down her beautiful body, begging him to taste them.

  “I want you, Tristan, and Jace likes to keep me happy.”

  “B-but you two love each other. This is your time.”

  “As I’m sure you’ve heard, last night we reconnected plenty. We’re like old friends. We picked up right where we left off.” Her hips swayed gently from side to side as she approached him, halting mere inches from his body.

  “Will you accept our invitation?” She placed her damp hands on his chest.

  “To-to what?”

  “To play, to be a part of our relationship? It’s up to you what you choose to do.” Her hand traveled lower to cup him. “But I hope you stay.” She rolled his balls and he gasped.

  It’d been so long since he’d experienced a woman’s touch. He wanted to close his eyes and let her do as she pleased. Pity fuck. The words shattered the moment. His cock lost its momentum going limp as he stepped away.

  “I don’t need a pity fuck, so thanks but no thanks.” He turned away, ignoring the devastated expression that covered her face. “I can’t believe you did this, Jace. You know I love you but this is crossing the line.”

  “What the hell are you talking about, Tristan?”

  “Do you think I’m so desperate I have to share your woman?”

  “What? No. I saw the connection—”

  “Maybe you were just curious, huh? Wanted to know if the cripple could get it up again? The answer is yes,” he sneered. Anger and embarrassment made his face hot a as lava. He pushed past Jace, out of the bathroom, eager to reach the sanctity of his room. The rapping of his braces against the wooden floor sounded angry. Had he become such a charity case?

  “Tristan, wait! You got this all wrong.”

  He stopped outside the door to his room.

  “How? I’ve known you a long time, Jace. You’re as hetero as they come and so am I.”

  “I know that, but I still love both of you. I want us to try this.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I think she can make you happy. I saw something in you that’s been missing for damn near three years, Tristan.”

  He opened his mouth to protest and Jace shook his head, holding out an open palm.

  “No, I’m not talking about desire. I’m talking genuine interest. There’s no way in hell I could take that away from you, especially when I know one hundred percent the woman is trustworthy. I know Devlin and I have been apart for a while but someone as amazing as she was doesn’t change. I hated her for what I thought she did to me, yes. But that was a mixture of all the fucked-up feelings from growing up with my father, feeling like a total disappointment. In my head, she’d realized he was right and that’s why she didn’t keep in contact.”

  The fight drained out of him at Jace’s sincere words and the slump of his shoulders.

  “Jace, you know that’s not true.”

  “Yeah, I do now, but not at eighteen.” He shook his head. “Loving Devlin is all-consuming. She gives you her entire heart and expects the same in return but it’s so worthwhile… I want you to experience that. You deserve it.”

 
“How do you know you won’t get jealous? These trios rarely work out.”

  “This one is different. Can’t you feel it?” Jace asked.

  “I don’t know what I feel.”

  “All I ask is you give us the chance to find out.”

  Tristan sighed. He had a hard time saying no to his best friend, always had. It usually led them to one of two things, greatness or disaster. What do you have to lose? The best friendship I’ve ever known.

  “I don’t know, Jace.”

  “Just give us the weekend.”

  “Fine,” he said, resigned. “Let’s see if what’s between us is more than a fluke of chemistry. We have to go give her car a quick once-over to order parts before the weekend is up anyway. I’ll mull it over a bit.”

  “Yes!” Jace pumped his fist in the air and Tristan laughed as he ran back to the bathroom.

  At the very least Devlin had brought real happiness back into their lives. For a long time both of them had simply been going through the motions. What the hell have I gotten myself into? This time he waited until he heard two sets of footfalls cross the hallway and the door close behind them before he ventured back into the shower. Another run-in like that and he wouldn’t be able to say no.

  ****

  “Are you sure he’s okay?” Devlin asked.

  “Not completely but he’ll come around. Tristan always needs time to wrap his head around a situation before he dives in.” He gave her a slow once-over. “Pun not intended.”

  “I hope you’re right. I felt awful when he stormed off.” She smoothed a hand down the lightweight, cap-sleeved, pink shirt she paired with a white skirt that had a baby pink ribbon and blue flower design across it.

  “I did too. He doesn’t think a woman can want him after everything Rachel did.” Jace shook his head, fists clenched. “I’d never hit a woman but that broad made me want to strangle her with my bare hands. She did a real number on him, bailing the minute she learned he’d never play again, telling him he was worthless now that he couldn’t provide her with the type of life she was accustomed too. It took a long time to dig him out of that hole and even then he wasn’t really the same.”