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nodding. He was right. Her ass would remind her tomorrow, but it was over. Addressed and dealt with. She managed a watery smile. “Can we get some sleep? I’m pretty much done in.”
    She felt Ashley relax beside her, and Alistair released her shoulders after giving her a final searching look. He drew her into the bedroom, and Jackie ignored the additional lack of anything that would make this place his home. Instead, she hurried into the attached bathroom to use the toilet and wash her hands, then clambered onto the bed, pulling back the covers and taking her place right in the middle. She felt Alistair looking at her ass and gave it a little twitch, just because, although she was careful not to put any weight on it. Alistair flicked off the light, leaving only the dim street lighting permeating the tiny holes in the slats of the blinds to infuse the darkness with softly filtered illumination, and she felt him climb in beside her. She snuggled into his arms, and Ashley spooned against her back, obviously being careful to avoid too much contact with her sore skin. Her exhaustion rose up, the emotional piece of both anticipating this event and experiencing it having sucked her dry far more than the physical acts. She embraced it and let it pull her under.
     
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    Alistair lay with the slight, silky weight of Jackie in his arms, keenly aware of Ashley’s sonorous breathing immediately behind her. Ash’s cheek rested against his forearm, and each breath made the hairs lift and tingle. He thought he should rest up, too, but every moment seemed too precious to waste in slumber. He listened to his women breathe and filled his nostrils with their different scents and wanted to laugh out loud. Jackie was his, and, by extension, so was Ashley, albeit in a very different context. They were partners. Although Jackie was a partner, too, if not in quite the same way. It was fucking convoluted, but it seemed to work for him. Paddling Jackie had moved him past his shit and onward, and if it hadn’t cleared her conscience, then she would get as many more punishments as required. Watching Jackie pay homage to her lover in such a loving way had moved him deeply, and his possessive and protective instincts surged in a manner that was indescribable.
    Jackie hadn’t said anything about being willing to continue, and Ashley actually hadn’t either, but sometimes there was no need for words. He knew his girls’ relationship had been criticized by many and mocked by others, by intolerant and judgmental people, yet they had persevered once they’d committed to one another and were openly together. It was a daily struggle, and yet here they were, willing to add another complicating component to the relationship. Him. Alistair closed his eyes to better bask in the happiness of that fact, even while accepting that people would talk even more. Well, they wouldn’t give his women any grief while he had breath in his body. On that decisive thought, he felt the last bit of tension ease and let himself drift into sleep.
     
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    “We aren’t out of the woods yet, ’Stair.” Ash’s casual comment broke his early morning pleasing train of thought, and he focused on her. He set his cup down on the utilitarian coffee table. Ashley lounged on the leather sofa directly across from him, the robe she’d worn the previous evening tied tightly around her slender waist. Her legs were tucked beneath her, and she cradled her beaker of coffee in both hands, taking a sip of the black stuff while she watched him over the rim.
    “I’m aware, Ashley. I lived next door to her for over half my life. She has that Catholic guilt going on. Her brother’s the same, and the things we did overseas didn’t mitigate it an iota.” Dave was a pretty liberal guy, considering. Witness how he accepted ’Stair’s sexual proclivities and didn’t blow the whistle on Jackie’s orientation. But Dave hadn’t fared well since being discharged, and the