Page 6 of Another Ryan Christmas

Liam

3 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Shane leans back in his chair and places the large brown envelope I just picked up from the mail on his desk. “Can you pick my tux up from the dry cleaners on your way home from the park?”

I frown in confusion. We wore our tuxedos last month on a group date night with Jessie and they were all dry-cleaned after. “Yeah, but I only picked it up three weeks ago for you. You needed it cleaning again?”

He flashes me a wicked grin. “I tried it on last week. Then Jessie came into the bedroom and …” He raises his eyebrows.

I grin back at him. “It got covered in her cum.”

He runs a hand over his jaw, a wicked glint twinkling in his eyes. “And mine, kid.”

I sigh loudly. “God, I fucking love her.”

“Love who?” she asks as she strolls into the room, wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of knee high socks.

“What the fuck have I told you about walking around like that, sweetheart?” Shane chides her good-naturedly. “You’re going to give one of us a fucking heart attack from the rush of blood to our cocks one day, you do know that, right?”

Her cheeks flush bright pink and she giggles before perching herself on my lap. “Stop being so dramatic.”

“It’s true, baby. You look hotter than hellfire.”

She tugs the t-shirt down over her swollen belly. “None of my clothes fit me anymore.”

“I did offer to buy you some maternity clothes,” Shane reminds her. “You know for next time too.”

Her cheeks turn bright pink at his suggestion that she’s going to be knocked up again soon enough—but it’s true, we all want more kids, Jessie included.

I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh and she practically purrs with excitement and anticipation. “I think our wife enjoys wandering around the house barely dressed though.”

“She always has.” Shane rubs a hand over his stubble. “It’s the knee high socks that I’m questioning though. They seem to be a new addition, sweetheart.”

“My feet get cold,” she whispers.

He narrows his dark eyes at her. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that they make us all harder than an iron bar, no?”

She giggles softly. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Holy fucking fuckballs. Jessie Ryan has just tossed a lit match into a pool of gasoline. Shane’s eyes blaze with fire and his voice drops at least two octaves. “I’ve warned you about calling me that, Jessie.”

She chews on her lip, wiggling her perfect ass against my cock until I’m painfully hard. I dust my lips over her sweet-smelling throat. “Did you come in here looking for a good fucking, baby?”

“I came in here because I heard my husband saying he loved someone—aher,” she moans as I trail my teeth over her skin.

Gliding my hand all the way up the inside of her thigh, I tug her panties aside and slip a finger into her wet pussy, making her gasp out loud. “I was talking about you, obviously.”

Without a word, Shane gets up and closes his office door. When he’s done, he walks to Jessie and me and his eyes drop to the spot between her thighs where I’m working my finger inside her. He grips her chin in his hand and tilts her head up to look at him. “What did you just call me, sweetheart?”

She flutters her eyelashes. “Daddy.”

His lips twitch in a smirk. “You know I’m keeping a record of all of your brattiness, right?” He drops to his knees. “And as soon as the baby’s born and you’re healed …” He slides his hand up her inner thigh and rubs his pointer finger over her clit. She tries to arch her back in pleasure but I hold her still. “I’m gonna take you to our cabin in the woods and punish your bratty.” He slips a finger inside her to join mine. “Little.” He pushes deeper. “Ass.”

A rush of her arousal coats the two of us, dripping down our palms and onto our wrists. I press my lips against her temple as her body bucks and shudders. “You like the sound of that?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moans.

“I think I’m gonna have to join you two on this trip, baby, because you’re fucking drenched just from him talking about it.”

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