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

back in time to that night when he’d first stripped her, and for a moment Ashley didn’t exist. But only for a moment. Jackie looked to her and saw the love and lust mingling on Ash’s face. Ash had done this for her, was quietly confident and trusting, despite how unfairly Jackie had acted by not confiding in her. Jackie felt her heart swell, and tears pricked and then slipped, unbidden, down her cheeks. Alistair and Ashley were at her side in a heartbeat, surrounding her with their concern, and she smiled through the overwhelming emotion, and surrendered.
    Alistair seemed to recognize it a split second before Ashley did. He fisted his hand in her hair and dragged her head back to give him access to her mouth. He ravaged it, stealing her breath and what was left of her sanity. She felt him pour a myriad of feelings out and into her as she opened for him, his tongue conquering hers, the sensation instantly familiar. Ash’s gentle touch at her breasts had her arching for more, and Alistair dropped his arm and forced her backward over it, never releasing her lips as Ashley then suckled and nipped her. Jackie’s legs failed her, and she heard Ash’s low laughter as she stepped away, leaving her swelling breasts bereft, the cooling tips beading even harder. Alistair swept her up and carried her around to the side of the big bed, laying her down on it as though she as the most fragile, precious bundle in the world. She could feel his tension. He absolutely vibrated with it.
    She forced her eyes open and watched him strip away his shirt, flinging it impatiently across the room, and then force his leathers down, struggling out of them with none of the remembered control. His lean body was still that of a swimmer’s, long, firm muscles sliding under his smooth skin, although there were more scars than she remembered, and her hand lifted involuntarily, wanting to smooth the jagged one across his ribs. Then his cock came into view, long, thick, and hard, bumping his belly, the cockhead darker and wet with his need. Jackie’s pussy clenched on itself, her natural lubricant flooding in welcome, and Alistair smiled at her. The dark promise in that gentle upturn of his sculpted lips aroused her further, even as she knew that reparations would be in order at some point. She dropped her hand to the mattress, and he came to stretch his length beside her, and Ashley lay down on her other side. Surrounded. It felt heavenly, and she closed her eyes to savor it. A mouth on either nipple had them flying open. Ashley knew what women liked, and Alistair remembered what she liked. It was amazing. She reached for them both.
    “Keep your hands by your sides or I’ll tie them.” Ah, the Dom was back. She obeyed and was rewarded with fingers coasting down her rib cage and over her waist and hip to lie with heavy heat on her thigh.
    “Open.” Alistair went back to the torment of her breast after every command, and Jackie had to fight not to reach up and hold his head to her to avoid any further interruptions. She spread her thighs and could smell her own sweet arousal wafting up from her aching sex, mingling with Ashley’s tart scent and Alistair’s musky one. Two hands met at her apex, and she could feel only the briefest hesitation before one separated her folds and the other pushed a finger deep inside her channel only to pull out and press in again. Her nipples were on fire, and she couldn’t stop from squeezing hard on that finger. She knew it was Alistair’s by the size of it, so it had to be Ashley giving him access. Jackie shivered at the realization of how formidable a team they were already becoming and was humbled by the fact that it was because of her, for her, when she really didn’t deserve it. She widened her thighs further and arched. Alistair instantly pulled out and released her breast with one final bite on the tip, nearly to the point of very real pain. He swiveled to sit and reach for the drawer of the nightstand.