Love Found [Pack Law 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Read Free Book Online Page B

a drunk and abusive, he wasn’t short on funds. He’d been a hedge fund manager, and Mary had told her his parents had been wealthy and powerful and had left him with a large amount of cash after they had died.
    “Rylan,” Jerry said into his phone. Alyson moved closer and shook her head. Why was he calling the Friess brothers? She could take care of herself. She had been doing it for a long time.
    Jerry scowled at her but continued with his conversation. “You need to get over to Alyson’s right now. She needs to be kept safe. I’ll explain everything when you get here.”
    Alyson frowned as Jerry rattled off her address and then disconnected the call. “What the hell did you call him for?”
    “You remind me of my niece, girl. Do you think I’ll just sit around and do nothing when you’re in trouble?” Jerry asked gruffly. “Go and start packing, because you aren’t going to have a choice when Rylan gets here.”
    “You can’t tell me what to do!” Alyson yelled and then took a deep breath as she tried to control her frustration. “I am an adult, for goodness’ sake.”
    She picked up the half-eaten pizza and carried her plate to the kitchen, where she dumped the pizza in the trash and then filled the sink with hot, soapy water. The kitchen was so small she didn’t have the luxury of a dishwasher. A noise behind her alerted her that Jerry had followed her.
    “If you don’t want all your stuff packed haphazardly, I would start getting busy if I were you.”
    “I’m not leaving. You and those furry butts can’t make me do anything I don’t want to. I think you should leave.”
    “Oh, no. I’m not going anywhere. I know I’ve only known you for two weeks, Alyson, but you are like a niece to me and I’m not going to stand by and watch you get hurt.”
    Alyson spun around to face Jerry and slammed her hands on her hips, heedless that they were dripping and soapy.
    “Look, I really appreciate it that you are looking after me, Jerry. I really do, but I have been taking care of myself for years. I don’t need your or their help.”
    “God, you sound like you’ve lived for fifty years instead of only twenty-three. I understand you don’t want to lose your independence, Alyson. Just give those men a chance. You have no idea what you would be throwing away. Don’t live with regret for the rest of your life because you’re afraid. I had the chance to be happy, and I let my fear dictate my decisions. I have regretted that for years. Don’t end up bitter and lonely like I have because you’re fearful.”
    Alyson hated to see sadness and loneliness in her gruff boss’s eyes. He’d touched her heart by telling her she was like a niece to him. She opened her mouth to reply, but a knock on the door halted her speech. She glanced nervously at the door but didn’t move toward it. Jerry gave her a last look and then went to answer the knock.
    Rylan walked across the threshold of her small house with Tarkyn and Chevy following right behind. Her breathing escalated as their imposing presence seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. God, they were magnificent. Her breasts swelled and her nipples turned turgid. Alyson squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her clit and pussy as fluid seeped out onto her panties.
    “What’s going on, Jerry?” Rylan hadn’t taken his eyes off her from the moment he walked into her small house, and although she tried to break their connection, she couldn’t seem to manage it.
    Jerry began to explain, which pissed her off, but Alyson couldn’t find her voice, so she turned her stare into a scowl and narrowed her eyes.
    Tarkyn and Chevy walked around Rylan and skirted Jerry until they were standing next to her in the kitchen. She wanted to rush to her bedroom and lock herself in, but she was frozen in place. When they each placed a hand on her back, she came out of her trance and tried to move away. Before she had taken three steps, Tarkyn snagged her