Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Free

brief nod. His grape-green eyes had flared momentarily and lingered on hers before frosting over, dismissing her. If she hadn’t been sitting down, Jackie was sure she would have collapsed, but she hid behind her practiced neutral face, the one that hid everything she didn’t trust the world to see. He hated her. That thought had struck her like an actual blow before a little voice in her head pointed out that at least he still had feelings for her, hadn’t forgotten her.
    He really hadn’t changed much at all, physically. He still wore his blond hair short, although she knew it would curl if he let it grow even a little, and the barely there silver hairs at his temples made him very attractive and distinguished. He appeared to be in really good shape, although she tried not to be obvious about looking him over. He wasn’t a big tall man, but his way of presenting himself made him seem larger than life. Her heart had finally stilled its wild motion, and she’d willed her body into a semblance of nonarousal, but she thought everyone must have noticed. She and Ashley left soon afterward, with Max, and that evening was one she worked hard to bury in the depths of the walk of shame moments. Buried right alongside the reprehensible moment she broke her promise to Alistair and fled to Tulsa. Nothing against Max, but seeing Alistair again had simply put it all into perspective. The only thing that kept her from drowning in shame was the fact she had refused to fuck Max, although certain other things had taken place, all because she hadn’t known how to tell Ashley what had just happened. She had focused on Ashley that night and managed to pretend that Max really hadn’t been there at all.
    Jackie accepted that she was bisexual, she totally accepted that she held Ashley fast in her heart, but after that she couldn’t imagine letting another man into what they shared, regardless of her needs. Max was never again invited to join them, no man was, and Ashley seemed to accept that Jackie wasn’t going to explain why, although it had strained things between them for awhile. And then big brother Dave came to stay with them on his way to nowhere. Dave and his big, fat mouth. Although, while she’d been really annoyed with him, her worry for him far outstripped it…
    “Jackie.” Alistair’s voice was quiet, but it didn’t need to be raised to reflect his authority. Jackie snapped back to the present and blinked. Ashley was already stripped to her underwear, although ’Stair was still fully clothed. His leathers fit his slender hips like a supple glove, and the bulge in the front drew her gaze like a magnet.
    “Remove your clothes.” So that was how it was going to be. Of course it was. Alistair had taken charge in the bedroom back then and would have done so out of it if she’d given him an inch. And Ashley was the more dominant in their relationship. Jackie wondered if she would survive the night, survive the pleasure. Because that was what this was about. Pleasure. Ash had finally worn her down, gotten her to agree to give this a try, although in truth her protests had been halfhearted. Once. She daren’t ask for anything more. She didn’t deserve it. Her hands curled around the hem of her shirt and drew it up and over her head, folding it just as Alistair expected her to. A hint of approval flickered in his eyes, and the skin over his cheekbones tightened as he stared at her breasts, confined behind her best and laciest bra. Jackie quickly dispensed with her skirt, and then her underwear, carefully placing all of it on the bench at the foot of the bed. She stood before him, widening her stance and clasping her hands behind her back.
    For a moment, she worried what Alistair was seeing. She wasn’t that nubile nineteen-year-old anymore. She was a bit heavier, curvier, a mature woman, and she had no body hair. His face told her nothing, but he ate her up with his hot gaze and all her fears vanished. She was transported