come from yard sales or had never been used. But for all of that, the crisp bacon and pancakes with her “syrup” had gone over well. He and Ashley cleaned up while she enjoyed a final cup of coffee, curled up on the couch to avoid putting additional pressure on the cursed plug, although truth to be told, she had adjusted to it. Watching her two…people? Lovers? Sweethearts? Watching them work together in the kitchen gave her an additional sense of contentment. She didn’t have a clue what she was going to call this arrangement, but she was keeping them both. It hadn’t escaped her notice that Alistair had real cream in his apartment-size fridge. And bacon. He would never routinely pollute his body with such a concentration of fat, so she knew he had bought it just for her in the hope she would be there in the morning. Unless he had simply assumed she would be. That little resistant part of her picked at that idea. Jackie didn’t like it when people made assumptions about her or were presumptuous. She stared at him from beneath lowered lashes and resolved to make his life a little less predictable.
“So, what are we going to do this afternoon?”
Ash tossed her a smile and put the last of the cheap dinnerware away. Alistair wiped his hands and draped the towel over the door of the lower cabinet. Jackie managed not to wince and nearly sat on her hands to control the urge to hang it up properly. There were lots of things to work around and now probably wasn’t the time to start nagging him.
“We thought we’d talk about a few things, Jackie. Ash and I have some thoughts…”
Jackie quit listening. They’d been talking? Discussing her? Making plans? They had better be of a sexual nature because that’s where Alistair’s Dom stuff was going to be contained. Her happy mood switched to bitch mode in her usual mercurial style, fueled by that concern that ’Stair was being presumptuous, and she saw Ash cover a smile. Damn it.
“Jackie! We waited for you to wake up so that we could have this discussion. I’m going to be paddling your ass every day if you don’t grow up.” His voice had that tone again, that authoritative note, and her pussy clenched involuntarily.
She bit her rude response back and swallowed her defensiveness. Ashley warned her that all of this was going to take some adjusting to, and that sex couldn’t be allowed to cloud every issue. And Alistair was still reading her mind. “Okay.”
He instantly rewarded her with a smile and came to sit beside her. The sun came out again in her head, and it occurred to Jackie that Alistair was known as grumpy and forbidding by the Club members, although the best man to have one’s back. She was determined to give him more to smile about than not, and resolved to quit acting like a spoiled adolescent.
In the end, they agreed to live at her and Ash’s place until they could find a bigger house that suited them. Jackie could barely contain her excitement at the thought of making a home with Ashley and Alistair but did so because she sensed Alistair’s struggle with such an enormous change in his life. He had held her on his lap the whole time they talked things out, as if he couldn’t bear not to be touching her. Ash just looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. They talked about their expectations and their anticipations, and there were times when Jackie wondered if they could possibly have missed anything. Alistair insisted on good communication and seemed satisfied with the plan, but Jackie knew the proof would be in the pudding. She loved him and Ash both with all her heart, and knew how they felt about her. Surely it would be enough to see them through.
She had felt the evidence of his arousal under her much of the time she cuddled on his lap. She looked at Ash occasionally because Alistair was definitely monopolizing her, but Ashley seemed overtly quite content to let ’Stair get his fill. Ashley was like that. She was cool and efficient