Free Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Allyson Young Page B

to him. Something else to work out because he wasn’t dictating her life outside the bedroom. Even those few days together when she was nineteen had given her a glimpse of how controlling he could be, and she suspected he hadn’t mellowed with age, although he seemed to be trying hard to meet them both in the middle.
    They pulled into the drive. Ash’s car was already there as expected, and Jackie heaved a sigh of relief that her sweetheart had made it through yet another day unscathed. She was unbuckled and out of the truck before Alistair could come around to help. She ran lightly up the steps and punched in the door code.
    “Ash?”
    “In here.”
    She heard ’Stair’s footsteps behind her and the door close and the deadbolt thrown. She kicked off her shoes and went to find Ashley in their bedroom. Holy shit. The bed was stripped, and there were candles everywhere. Ash was wearing a black satin dressing gown and looked fabulous, her pale skin luminous and glowing. Jackie went to enfold her in an embrace and squinted over her shoulder. Were those restraints on the headboard? Ash didn’t do that kind of stuff. Their love life was terrific, satisfying, and she knew that Ashley had found last night fun, but restraints? She whirled to see Alistair giving her an enigmatic look. “You planned this.”
    He ignored the accusation in her tone. “We did, darlin’. We won’t be doing scenes outside of the Club very often, but I kind of wanted to christen our, uh, relationship here, seeing as I’m moving in.”
    Jackie heard something in his voice, something at odds with his Dom appearance, and her heart melted. He was feeling a tad hesitant and unsure. She knew better than to go and give him a hug. Instead, she provoked him. “I’m taking this thing out of my ass!”
    He caught her before she made it to the adjoining bathroom but not before she winked at Ash, who didn’t let on. Her girl could play poker with the best of them. He wrapped her up and hauled her to the bed, and she protested to cover her laughter. “I’ve worn it for hours! Take it out!”
    ’Stair kissed her silent, and her immediate response to him washed over her mirth and her teasing, drowning them. She melted into him. She felt Ash efficiently remove her skirt and panties, and then Alistair pulled her up and yanked off the rest of her clothes, the removal of his lips giving her a chance to breathe. Ash came to sit beside her and reached out to roll her nipples between her fingertips while Alistair stripped off his clothes. He’d be going home in the morning in his leathers, well, back to his austere living quarters, and he’d carry the look off. If she went home in her party dress in the morning, everyone would know what she’d been doing. The absurdity of it had her laughing again, and Alistair locked his eyes with hers.
     
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    This was what he had missed. The joy with which Jackie embraced life. She needed her ass spanked from time to time, but the exuberance of her personality spilled over onto everyone around her. Ash had been pretty taciturn when he’d first known her, reserved and careful. She had softened in the past while, and he knew it was because of Jackie’s influence, and he hoped it would extend to him. But Jackie wasn’t the scatterbrained, stereotypical blonde. She simply loved life and lived it and had the brains to do it well. He was privileged to be included in this circle. But his cock didn’t care for all his reflections and revelations. It wanted to be balls-deep in that sweet ass. He looked to Ash, who immediately placed a couple of plump pillows in the center of the bed and patted them. She and Jackie exchanged a long look, and he could hardly wait for her to look at him the same way. It was such a speaking look, full of caring and love. Jackie lay over the cushions, her round buttocks raised in just the right position for what he planned. Ashley curled up beside her, stroking her back, leaning in for a