“That was amazing but I can’t believe we did it.”
He peered up at her, green eyes still glassy from lust.
“Why not?”
“I’m sure Tristan heard us. What if he saw?” The scandalous question excited her more than it should.
“I hope he did. It’d do him good.”
“What?” She pushed his head off her thigh and sat up quickly, straightening her clothing. “I wasn't aware you were into sharing now, Jace.”
Her voice was curt to hide the spark of want that ignited as wicked images played in her mind. The thought of the three of them together intrigued and made her clit swell anew. But the idea of being another in a string of nameless, faceless, women they had sex with cooled her ardor like a snow storm.
“It’s not like that, Devy,” Jace said.
His warm hand on her shoulder stopped her from hopping down off the car. He sighed and his eyes became sorrowful.
“He’s had it tough the past few years. He was one of the top soccer players in London when an accident ruined his legs, killing any hopes of living his dream. His wife hightailed it out of there so fast his head spun and he's been having issues ever since.”
“Issues trusting women?” she asked.
“In spades but those weren’t the ones I was referring to in this case.” He gestured toward the pronounced swell in his pants and her eyes went wide.
“Oh. Ohhh. Really? He has problems, um—getting it up?” She gestured upward with her hands.
“Yes, and until you, a total lack of interest in the opposite sex.”
“What do you mean me?” she asked. She cleared her throat and glanced away, afraid he'd see the pride she felt.
“You know what I mean. The sexual tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife. I know you both well enough. Time hasn’t changed you so much I can’t recognize when you’re aroused. The dilated pupils, stiff nipples, accelerated pulse in your neck.” He caressed her collarbone with his fingertip before moving down to the top of her cleavage.
“Y-You’re not mad?” she asked. The old Jace was a possessive alpha male. Had time altered that?
“With Tristan, no.” he placed a kissed on the side of her neck. Devlin reached up to cup his head. “Any other man…” She turned her head to meet his bright green graze and gaspe
d at the intensity visible.
“You know I like it when you get possessive,” she whispered.
“I do. We should head out there. It’s time to close up anyway.”
“Where will I go?” she asked.
“Home with us, of course How else are we going to get to know each other?”
The thought of being alone with the two of them for the weekend made the bad girl in her rear her kinky head. You only live once. Are you really going to throw away such a prime opportunity? I'm here to get to know Jace again. Nothing more. Right. She was in trouble when she couldn't even believe her own words.
“Come on.” Jace took her hand. “We can freshen up in the sink and then take you to get your things. I never asked what you were doing in Nevada.”
“I had modeling shoot in Vegas.”
“Wow, I always knew you were gorgeous. Not surprising others do too.”
“Thank you.” Her stomach fluttered and she ducked her head. Jace was always a smooth talker, but unlike other men, she'd always believed him. Being with him now was like stepping back in time.
“I need to call Dahl and let her know where I'm at.”
“You still friends with the Vintage Vixens?” he asked, using the old nickname they’d earned due to their unique sense of style.