She laughed. “Yeah, we kept in touch after the relocation to North Carolina. I moved back the minute I turned eighteen, and we started up our own store clothing store called, shocker, The Vintage Vixen. Which sells exactly what the sign would suggest, vintage clothing , trinkets, etc.”
“How’s your family doing?”
“Pretty good. Jude’s got his own garage now and Dad comes in to help out and get out of Mom’s hair for a while.”
Jace chuckled. “So I take it they’re the same?”
“Fussing and fighting one minute and lovey-dovey the next? Yep. But I don't think we’d know what to do if they ever changed. How are your parents?” She turned to peer at him.
“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.”