“I don’t know what to say,” Devlin said.
“Me either. I spent a lot of time hating you.”
“And now?” she asked.
“Now…” He shook his head. He felt like a sail with no wind.
“Can we start over?” she asked, glancing up at him from beneath long eye lashes.
“I don’t want to start over."
“Ooh,” she whispered. Her shoulders slumped. She turned, ready to walk away. He grabbed her wrist bringing her to a halt.
“I don’t want to start over because that would mean forgetting everything that came before.”
Another gentle tug brought her closer until she stood between his legs. He wound his fingers into her hair and his cock came to life in response to her lush body pressed up against him. “No matter how hard I tried to forget, you've haunted me all these years. I never met a woman who came close to comparing to you. I think you took my heart with you when your family relocated. Now that I have you here with me again, I can't let you go, Devlin. I won't. The question is are you willing to see where this can go?” He trailed his fingers against the petal-soft skin of her cheek.
“A part of me still loves you, Jace. You were my first love. But six years is a long time. Neither of us is the same person.”
“Not completely.” He took her hand and placed it on his heart. “But here where it counts, we are. You know my soul and I know yours. All the things that have happened to us in between are just minor details that can be filled in.” Jace bent and nuzzled against her neck. He was the kind of man who always knew what he wanted and right now that was Devlin. “Will you give us until your car is fixed to f
igure things out?” he asked.
“Ja—” He pulled back to meet her gaze, moving his hands down to cup her face.
“Devy, you can give me that much.”
He cheered mentally when she sighed. “Okay.”
“We should cement our deal."
He caressed her soft lips with his own. His eyelids drifted shut as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She tasted the same, sweet yet spicy like a red hot candy. Memories assaulted him. Devlin's curves had blossomed, become more womanly. Her B cup had filled out to a D and her hips would make a man fall to his knees and worship her like a goddess. Jace stopped his exploration at her hips, curving his hands around them to lift her up. Her legs encircled his waist, lining her heat up with his aching staff.
"I can feel your heat through my coveralls." He moaned. “I think we should take this somewhere more private," he said, voice raspy.
“Is this part of our deal?"
“We have to make sure we’re still compatible, right?” he managed to say between kisses as he strode toward the garage.
Chapter Three
Tristan shifted his weight on his crutches as he stared at his shop. Things were quiet on the inside, so he knew they hadn’t killed each other. If he walked in right now, he was he was more likely to see a show of a different kind. His cock swelled in his pants and he cleared his throat as he closed his eyes. The one woman who was out of his grasp, thanks to the best-friend code, gave him one of the first independent erections since he’d regained more feeling in his legs. The journey from being wheelchair bound to being able to use arm braces had been a long one, and he still had a ways to go. A scowl lined his mouth as bitterness crept back into his heart. Three years after the accident and no woman had been able to see past his disability. Not that he’d been in the market.
Pain came with rejection. He wasn’t about to open himself up for that experience again. Still, he wouldn’t mind getting laid. It’d been easy to ignore his urges when hard-ons required outside stimulation but this was different. A small kernel of pride unfurled in his chest as he regained another piece of his old self. He’d taken so many things for granted before the accident. Now every accomplishment seemed like a huge feat.
Tired of waiting outside in the rapidly cooling night air, Tristan made his way inside. His gaze swept over the deserted foyer. Where did they disappear to? A lusty moan broke the silence. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his dick threatened to bust through the crotch of his overalls. He moved farther inside and stopped short in front of the glass that separated the work bay from the front. The sensual buffet laid before him made his heart beat a rapid tattoo. Jace had Devlin splayed across a car facing him, her legs spread wide. He went rock hard. His length was stiff enough to use as one of the tools they had lying on counters.
Entranced, he took a seat in a chair just out of the line of their vision and propped his braces up against the wall. I should not be watching this. Her dress had been hiked to her waist and Jace was wedged between her sexy stems. Jace’s broad shoulders blocked his view. Tristan’s mind wandered. Would she be shaved bare, trimmed or perhaps something a little more outlandish would fit her personality? His mouth watered at the thought of what her pussy would taste like. He massaged the bulge in his coveralls, willing Jace to move so he could get a better view of the smorgasbord. The wet squish of Jace's fingers inside her moist pussy was a match to dry kindling. Desire blazed through him like flash fire. A flush consumed his entire body and he gave in, unzipping his coverall, and the fly of his jeans. He pulled out his stiff prick and marveled at the beauty. Stretched out to its seven inches, the mushroom-shaped head leaked pre-cum and twitched, sensitive to his calloused fingers. He stroked down and nerves long unaffected sprang to life, firing like a display in the sky.
He tightened his grip and pumped at a furious pace, unable to go slow as the couple in the other room began to reach their peak and fear of not being able to climax or losing his erection approached from the recesses of his mind. Liquid wept from his slit, spilling onto his hand to coat his cock. His eyes drifted shut and he grunted, careful to keep his voice down. His hand moved faster and his heart thudded as the sound of blood rushed in his ears. Muscles around the center of his spine tensed. His breath came in huffs and his lungs burned. His body vibrated.
“Oh, God!Jace!” The passionate cry on Devlin's lips sent him flying over the edge. A white stream dispersed from him like a volcano, hitting the wall and splattering onto the floor. The ridiculousness of the situation made him chuckle as relief filled every pore of his body. I'm not broken. The sound of movement on the other side of the glass spurred him into action. He needed to get rid of this evidence fast before he was literally caught with his pants down. He scooted the chair over to the wall, snagged his braces, placed them on his arms, and pushed up to his feet, bits dangling as he hurried over to the place they kept the towels. Snagging one for himself, he quickly wiped down, tucked himself back into his boxer briefs, and zipped up his fly and his coveralls. He maneuvered with a lightning pace as he made his way back to his chair and sat down to wipe up the wall and floor. Jesus, that's a lot. Three towels later he was in the back tossing the strips of cloth in the dumpster.
Phew. Tristan wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as guilt crept up. He'd just watched a beautiful reconnection of two souls like some Peeping Tom getting his rocks off. Worse, it made him want the beautiful women even more.
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Satiated and boneless, Devlin struggled to gather the motivation to move from her position on the hood of the car. Jace rested his head on her upper thigh and she stroked his feather-soft, midnight-black hair.