Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (16 page)

“What are you doing? We can’t go out. I need to make something for dinner!”

Alistair grabbed her hand again and watched with impatience now cloaking his features as Ash struggled into underwear, the material catching on her still-damp skin. “We’re going to the drugstore. I think our girl needs to pee on a stick.”

Ashley froze in the process of stepping into her jeans. She stepped out of them and gave ’Stair a look that made Jackie want to laugh despite how disappointed she was that she wasn’t going to surprise them with the news at dinner. And she had such a happy plan worked out, too! Hormonal tears filled her eyes as Ash stalked back into the bathroom and then reemerged with a box in her hand. She came up to Jackie and offered it to her.

“Here you go, sweetheart. Go pee. We’ll wait out here.”

Jackie nodded, the tears now escaping to trickle down her cheeks. ’Stair cursed and reached for her, but Ashley forestalled him.

“She’s going to cry a lot for the next few months apparently, and act really moody, so be prepared. And you spoiled her surprise.”

“Oh. Jackie. Damn it, honey. It’s just that I was so…” He stopped, apparently at a loss for words.

Jackie dashed the tears away and made herself smile. He was such a man. “I’ll be right back.”

She could hear them talking from behind the closed door as she pulled the contents from the package. Ashley was laughing, and Alistair was asking her all sorts of questions like how she knew and what she knew and if Jackie would be okay. And then he wondered how he could have missed the signs until now. Ashley told him that it had to be pretty early because she’d only missed one period. Of course, she and Ash cycled together, as women who lived together tended to do. Alistair had been putting up with dual mood swings, although he hadn’t complained. He just took Beau for more frequent walks or increased the dog’s training time.

She set the little stick on the edge of the sink and tossed the test in the trash. She opened the door of the bathroom and her “partners” crowded in to stand on either side of her to watch with bated breath. Five minutes seemed like forever, but they passed, albeit with excruciating slowness. Positive. Ashley held her in a close hug, and Alistair wrapped his arms around them both, enveloping her and including Ash in the moment. Surrounded.

The wedding went off without a hitch, despite the fact that all the members of her family who attended got hammered and fell all over themselves trying to show how tolerant they really were. Her mom surreptitiously patted her baby bump and kept saying how she could hardly wait for another grandchild, and her dad finally loosened up once he saw how truly happy she was, although he alternated between hugging Ash and shaking her hand. Alistair looked every inch the proud groom in his dark slacks and green button-down shirt, and Ashley’s ice-blue sheath perfectly suited her slender, lithe shape. Jackie had decided on an ivory lace dress in tea length, insisting that she was too short to wear something that dragged to the ground, and her partners had immediately acquiesced. Weddings were supposed to be about the bride, after all, and she secretly delighted in getting her way with the simple arrangements and in choosing ’Stair’s outfit and talking Ash into a dress. Dave even wore some decent dress pants and a shirt that fit, and she extracted a promise from him to let her take him shopping to compile an actual wardrobe. She knew she’d pushed ’Stair a bit far when he saw the enormous green bow she tied around their dog’s neck, but he’d simply smiled his threat of retribution.

Beau vetted everyone, alternating between a sniff of the men’s crotches and a goose of the women’s backsides. It seemed that the entire reception was permeated with low curses or sudden shrieks as her dog made the rounds. He also ate anything and everything that fell from the guest’s plates, and Jackie didn’t let herself think about what that would mean for his digestive tract in the morning.

Their wedding night was vanilla. Well, as vanilla could be considered with the groom fucking her from behind while her girl ate her pussy. In truth, Jackie had been exhausted by the day’s events and the pregnancy and had crashed immediately afterward, not even noticing that her partners left the wedding bed to clean up the yard and the house so she wouldn’t have to deal with it in the morning.

Jackie actually preferred to remember the way they celebrated their union at the Club. There hadn’t been a photographer at that event of course, and the witnesses hadn’t been at the ceremony in her backyard wedding, except for Rowan and Jace. It wasn’t a really big scene because Alistair refused to risk their baby, but it still pushed Jackie’s boundaries and pleased him to no end. She really embraced the exhibitionistic side she hadn’t known about until then, and was absolutely fine with her thickening waistline and much larger breasts and darker nipples. She’d felt like a fertility goddess.

Ashley had prepared her under ’Stair’s tutelage, ensuring she was relaxed, her skin massaged with a sweet-smelling oil, and her hair caught up to bare her neck and shoulders. He had led her to the room where the other members gathered, stark naked, with Ashley following closely behind. It was a totally freeing experience. He wore his leathers but left his cut chest bare and Ashley dressed in a leather skirt and matching bra, as close to fetish wear as she would ever get. It had been like a solemn enactment of that first night together at the Club, only with an even more special ending.

Alistair had somehow arranged a low bench for her to lean against, her baby bump not impacted at all, and then secured her hands to a contraption that held them away from her body without unduly stretching her. Then he blindfolded her and held her until she calmed and gave over to him. Gave over to him and Ash, who had nervously quipped about being the best assistant ever.

He used a velvet soft flogger, starting at her shoulders and working his way down her back, over her buttocks and across each thigh. The initial sensation had startled her, but robbed of her sight as she was, Jackie could only hear and feel, and the feeling eclipsed everything else. Her skin had tingled and seemed to electrify somehow until she was moaning with the intensity of it. When gentle fingers began to work her nipples and then Ashley’s soft mouth closed over one and then the other, Jackie nearly keened her pleasure. Alistair had stepped into her then, from behind, his hard cock pressing against her hot ass. He lifted her, grasping her buttocks, and lowered her onto him, thrusting deep inside of her. He felt huge and the sensation of his leathers against her heated buttocks and his chest against her back was incredible.

Ashley then feathered her fingers down her belly, pausing to stroke the bulge there, and then over her now exposed clit, never ceasing her torment of Jackie’s breasts, and she began to climb the orgasmic mountain. One of Alistair’s hands left her hip, leaving her skewered and balanced on his shaft. She heard Ashley’s gasp and then the unmistakable sound of her climaxing. Jackie marveled at the symbolism of things for a split second just as she, too, went over in screaming ecstasy, followed by the heat of Alistair’s cum scorching her channel. He shuddered against her and held her tightly, his head dropping to her shoulder. Ashley pressed close to complete the circle and kissed the other side of her neck. Someone released her hands and Jackie wrapped one arm around her girl and stroked her other hand down ’Stair’s hip.

They kind of shuffled in a poorly orchestrated dance to the low bed in the corner and sank down on it in a pile. Ashley carefully pulled away the blindfold and stared into her eyes. Jackie’s heart spilled over at the emotions they shared and then winced as Alistair pulled his heat and comfort away. He immediately returned and handed Ash a long, narrow jeweler’s box. Jackie shifted to lie on her back between them and watched as they locked eyes and silently communicated. She realized the three of them were now alone in the room, the other members having left them their privacy.

“You didn’t get to pick this, Jackie. This was ours to choose.” Ashley’s quiet comment had her looking. Alistair laughed.

“You may be an expert in dressing us, designing our wedding bands and turning our surroundings into something we’d only dreamed of, darlin’, but we did a really good job with this.”

Jackie watched as Ash opened the box and lifted out a fine, platinum chain hung with three delicate hearts, all of them the exact same shape and size. Tears welled and slipped over her cheeks and dripped off her chin. Alistair jerked in reaction, then settled when Ash lifted a negligent hand.

“Hormones, buddy, remember? Our Jackie is touched by our gesture and thoughtfulness. And well she should be, after our countless trips to jewelry stores and considering all the discussions we had, agonizing over this choice!”

“He made you come,” Jackie slyly asserted as she tried to manage her overwrought emotions.

“Well you certainly weren’t in any shape to do so!” Ashley’s dull flush belied her indignant words and Jackie’s heart melted.

“My pleasure.” Alistair’s dry comment had them all laughing, and Jackie’s thoughts leapt ahead to the time when he’d be called upon to do a little more, seeing as Ash wanted a baby, too. She carefully hid the smile that vision evoked.

Ash lifted the chain collar up to Jackie’s neck and Alistair carefully locked it into place, muttering about getting old and probably needing glasses in the near future. It was a perfect counterpoint to the intensity of the event and she loved him for it.

Her partners admired her collar, and for a moment Jackie wondered if they’d shake on it or high-five one another, but Ash pressed a tender kiss on her and then Alistair followed suit. They cuddled together and Jackie let herself drift off.

Jackie carried little David into Rowan and Jace’s house. Rowan had just found out she was pregnant and was excited to take care of her godchild for the next few days, claiming that she could use the practice. Alistair came in with all of David’s worldly belongings, or so he had complained after the fourth trip back to the truck. Beau was already inside, being quietly effusive with Rowan while keeping his eye on David. The dog could have looked after David all on his own had he been able to cook, and Rowan had been okay with keeping him as well.

“How’s Ashley?” Rowan offered David a cookie and a sippy cup, although at nearly eighteen months he was getting close to managing a real glass.

“She’s pretty much done with being pregnant,” Jackie laughed. “We take her in for the C-section tomorrow, and she’s already counting the minutes. I had such an easy time of it, and my tough girl is supremely pissed at the unfairness of it all.”

“Easy time?” Alistair dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck, and Jackie shivered.

“Well, I wasn’t really sick, and the labor and delivery was quick.”

“She made us both nuts for the first three months with her mood swings and cravings,” Alistair told Rowan with a wink. “And she threatened my manhood in the delivery suite, not to mention the cracks while she was in labor.”

Rowan blanched a little, and Jackie hurried to reassure her. “I hardly remember it, Rowan, and women say things during those times to the men who caused it.” She bent a look on Alistair, who shrugged and went to crouch beside his son. David was investigating a box on the floor that looked suspiciously like a brand-new toy. Rowan and Jace spoiled their godchild terribly.

Rowan offered them coffee, but Jackie declined for them both. Ashley would be watching the clock, having declined to accompany them, claiming that whales didn’t travel well in pickup trucks. In truth, Ashley looked like she was having triplets, although the ultrasound confirmed just one baby. Another boy. Ash wasn’t built for babies apparently, and this would be her one and only. She was ecstatic to have the opportunity, even if she hid it behind grumping and complaining. Riding a desk at the police station had tried her patience, too, but now she’d be home on maternity leave and she and Jackie could be moms together.

Jackie remembered the process they’d utilized to get Ashley knocked up. She’d read a book years ago that talked about a society where some women were sterile so they had used surrogates. The way it had been done was quite nice, even if the man had fallen in love with the surrogate. In any event, they had tracked Ashley’s ovulating times, and then she and Ash had loved one another, totally arousing Alistair. He then had made love to Ashley while she held Ash’s hands and pressed kisses on both of them. It had been really sweet and very poignant and totally without jealousy. Ashley had cried each time, which upset ’Stair, although he came to accept that it was a result of her being emotionally overwhelmed that he would do it for her. Jackie suspected it was hardly a real chore, but kept her own council. Their ménage worked. There simply was no jealousy, although sometimes Ash and ’Stair faced off over different issues but never over her. Jackie fought with both of them, but it was over quickly and easily resolved. David had a terrific dad and a doting extra mom as well as his own personal doggie protector. And Jackie knew she was pregnant again. She wasn’t telling anyone until after Ashley was safely delivered and established in mothering. She and Rowan would probably have their babies within weeks of one another, and that would be cool, too.

“Ready to go, daydreamer?”

She shook off her thoughts and smiled at ’Stair. “I am.” David was too engrossed in his new dump truck to really pay much attention to either of them as they kissed him good-bye. He knew his godmother and godfather, and despite the fact that he was at the stage where children didn’t separate well from their parents, Jackie figured he’d be okay for a few days. If not, Jace would bring him home. He wouldn’t let Rowan behind the wheel of a car since he’d found out she was pregnant. Rowan waved to them from the door as they pulled away. Alistair drove in silence for a few minutes.

“So, when are you due?”

“God damn it, ’Stair! Can’t you let me have the opportunity to surprise you?”

“Sorry, darlin’. But your boobs are bigger, and your nipples are even more sensitive, not to mention how cranky you get. And you sleep like the dead. I put my cock inside you last night, and I don’t think you even stirred.”