Apt [Running to Love 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young Page A

off on the fun for now, Fiona.” Alistair’s dry voice had them both turning. “Jackie is going to get her ass tanned as soon as she recovers from having the baby. I’m keeping a list.”
    “And checking it twice!” Jackie said spritely. “And you’ll need to find a better deterrent, ’Stair.” She laughed and winked at Fiona as she said it. “I brought Beau, so I didn’t go off by myself.”
    “A fat lot of good that dog would do if you went into labor, Jackie.” Fiona could hear the upset and concern in Alistair’s voice, as well as his frustration. So did Jackie, obviously, because she let go of Fiona and went to cuddle into her Dom’s arms. She sighed audibly.
    “I know, ’Stair. But I still have weeks to go. And just so you know, your doggy guard was cowering in the corner with Fiona’s cat and crow holding him prisoner.”
    Fiona looked to see if Beau was suitably chastised by his mistress’s disgust, but he was no longer at her feet. Instead, he was curled around Momma’s box, and the cat was pretending to be oblivious as she nursed her little brood. Alistair threw his hands up and then took Jackie’s elbow.
    “C’mon, woman. In case you hadn’t noticed, Dave would like some time alone with your future sister-in-law.” Jackie pulled away and came to hug her again before letting her husband tug her along. She whistled for Beau, who hesitated before getting to his feet, one eye on the cats, clearly torn.
    “Beau! You can come visit later.” The dog trotted to Jackie and followed her and Alistair. Fiona watched them go. Welcome to the family. It had a nice ring to it.
    Dave walked in, drying his hands on a paper towel. “The crow found a nice Dumpster down the alley, sweetheart. With our luck he’ll hang around and adopt the Club or something and crap on our doorstep.” He smiled. “And I’ve never seen Beau back down from anything or anyone before. It must have been the tag team. At least there weren’t any foxes or raccoons involved this time.”
    He closed and locked the door. “Protocol, Fiona.”
    She hurriedly pulled the tie loose on the robe and let it slip to the floor and pool around her feet, fully aware of how the dark crimson fabric contrasted with her coloring. Dave’s eyes flared, and he was on her. She was over his shoulder and admiring the fit of his silk boxers on the short walk to the bedroom. He put her on her belly over a pillow, and she heard the tearing of foil and then the snap of a bottle of lube. He eased the plug out, and she felt empty, even as the lube cooled her bottom hole. Her pussy was soaked in anticipation.
    “Honey, you tell me if you can’t do this, but I can’t wait.” Dave sounded tense, his voice strained. She felt him press against her anus and relaxed, pushing back to accommodate his entry, and the head of his cock popped through her anal ring. God, it felt huge, and the sparkle of pain nearly outweighed the promise of better things to come. He knew she was struggling, for he halted his progress and waited for her to adjust. Then he pushed steadily deeper, fighting for purchase, dragging against sensitive nerve endings rich with blood, and Fiona heard herself moan like someone possessed. Or being impaled by a long, fat cock. Dave seated himself, his sac brushing against her pussy lips, and her sex swelled further with arousal. She involuntarily clenched and reveled in how he groaned above her before the heat of his chest blanketed her back and he set his teeth in the curve of her shoulder.
    “You’re like a hot liquid vise around my cock, Fiona. Are you okay?”
    “Do it! Please, Dave. I’m on the edge of something.” Fiona could hardly believe that was her voice, raspy and low, so strained and needy.
    He pulled back, and the drag of him in reverse made her whimper and beg, little incoherent noises that seemed to spur him on because he shoved back inside. Out, nearly all the way out and then back, deep inside of her. With every pass she