Vixen Claimed (Vintage Vixen 1)

“Come on, Jace, you’re not even trying. A woman like that wouldn’t be someone I’d deem as our dream woman.”

“We have a deadline to meet, Tris. I don’t have time for this.” Secretly, he was pleased to hear his friend was turned on by a woman. Ever since his bitch of an ex-wife had abandoned him when he began the painful journey of regaining use of his legs, Tristan had sworn off anything with a vagina. Not that he’d switched over to bat for the other team. He just became asexual, for lack of a better word.

“Just humor me. You’ll have to stop working anyway to help her out.”

“What? No, you do it.” he said, ready to push Tristan and the beauty that'd earned his praise together.

“Trust me when I say you’ll want to help me.”

“Tristan!”

“Okay, shit. Her car’s a 1964-and-a-half Mustang.”

“What?” Jace’s heart began to race as chills ran down his spine. The last time he’d seen that car things hadn’t ended well.

“I think you’re right, Tris. This I need to see.”

He removed his mask and set the sander aside before he followed his perplexed friend out of the garage. The site that greeted him made his mouth water. A black dress hugged a frame fraught with curves, and peep-toed heels showcased an expanse of well-sculpted chocolate calves. He licked his lips as his cock hardened and he cleared his throat. She turned to face them and his jaw dropped.

“Devlin!”

“Jace!”

His heart threatened to jump out of his chest as his vision became tunneled. The only girl he’d ever loved was five feet away and all he wanted to do was wring her neck.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. His fists clenched at his side as he did his best to wrangle his anger.

“M-my car broke down, and this was the only place close by. Why the hell are you upset with me? You’re the one who disappeared!”

“Me?”

Quick strides brought him over to her as she backed up, only stopping when her back was pressed up against a wall. Her eyes were wide and dilated when he placed his arms on either side of her body, boxing her in. He leaned in.

“Don’t you dare take that self-righteous tone with me," he whispered, so close their noses practically touched.

“I’ll take whatever tone I want, Jace Stein. I gave you everything I had and you threw it back in my face. I’ll never forgive you for that.” Her tone was low but her voice was laced with so much venom it would put a viper to shame.

“Forgive me?! You cold-hearted little bitch—”

“Whoa! That’s enough, Jason,” Tristan said, appearing by his side. “I think everyone here just needs to cool down.” He wrapped his hand around Jace’s wrist and tugged in an attempt to pull him away from Devlin.

“Stay out of this, Tristan.”

“Yes, Tristan. This is between the two of us.” Devlin seemed to gain momentum and strength from her anger as she pushed away from the wall. Her lips were suddenly millimeters from his, and for split second, insanity ruled as he entertained thoughts of leaning in to sample the sweetest mouth he’d ever known.

“I’ve been waiting for years to tell you this.” She leaned in. Her hands gripped the collar of his uniform as she pressed her body against his. The smirk on her lips told him she felt his cock straining against his coveralls. Jace knew he should be disgusted and push her way. Yet he was powerless to do anything to break the spell she’d placed him under.

“Jason Alexander Stein, you can go to hell.”

The kiss she placed on his lips made him shiver. Devlin pushed away from his body and stormed out of the room. The bell above the door rattled angrily before the wooden rectangle slammed shut. He cursed himself for wanting more as a twinge of regret rose.

“Aren’t you going to go after her?” Tristan asked as they watched her disappear out the front door.

“Why? It’s not like she can go anywhere.”

“Jace!”

“After the hell she put me through, she’s lucky I didn’t throw her ass out of the building. This is the girl that ripped my heart out and stomped on it with the black combat boots I bought.”