Page 101 of A Ryan Recollection

Shane catches my eye and winks at me.Written in the stars.

“I love it, baby,” Liam says when he looks up again. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Might I remind you of the fucking red Porsche I bought you when you were twenty-one?” Mikey asks incredulously.

“Nothing compared to this, bro. Sorry,” Liam laughs as he places the frame on the floor beside him.

“You’re up next, Con,” Shane says.

Conor smiles at me as he unwraps the paper. When he pulls out the book, he runs his hand over the soft leather. I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows.

“It’s the Maude translation. First edition,” I tell him. “I know you wanted to read it to the babies now that you’ve finishedThe Grapes of Wrath.”

Some people might question his choice of reading material, but I swear he could read those babies a takeout menu and they’d still be mesmerized by his deep, soothing voice. I love when he reads to me too and he used to read me this book,Anna Karenina, when we first met.

“It’s fucking perfect, angel. Thank you,” he says as he looks up at me, his eyes shining with happiness.

“Shane’s turn,” Mikey says excitedly and my heart flutters in my chest. This is either going to be as funny as hell or a complete disaster. Suddenly, I’m worried it’s going to be the latter.

I press my lips together so that I don’t giggle as I watch Shane unwrapping his gift. He tears at the red glittery paper and tosses it onto the floor before opening the small black cardboard box.

When he pulls out the contents I have to pinch the inside of my thigh to stop myself from laughing out loud. His brows knit into a frown as he rolls the thick rubber ring between his thumb and forefinger.

“It’s a cock ring,” I whisper, biting down on my bottom lip to stop the giggle escaping.

He looks up at me and arches one eyebrow. “I know what it is, sweetheart, but what I don’t understand is why you bought it for me.”

“They make erections harder and last longer,” Mikey says nonchalantly and the look Shane gives him almost makes me pee my onesie. My cheeks hurt with the effort of not laughing.

“So why didn’t everyone get one?” he asks me.

“Well, you did turn forty this year,” I whisper and his entire face darkens.

“What the fuck?” he growls and I’m starting to wish I’d just given him his actual present instead of this one which Mikey convinced me would be too funny to pass up. His brothers stare at him and I can’t stop myself. I am going to burst if I hold this in any longer. The look on his face is priceless.

I hold onto my sides as a snigger escapes my lips. Before I can tell him that I have his real present under the tree, he pounces on me from halfway across the room, pinning me flat to the floor with his hands clamped around my wrists.

He rocks his hips against me, his hard length digging into my abdomen as I giggle uncontrollably. “Does this feel like I need help getting hard, Jessie?”

Conor, Liam and Mikey start laughing too and I snort hysterically, squirming in Shane’s grip as he rubs his jaw over my neck, tickling my soft skin.

“Does it?” he asks as he presses me flatter to the floor before one of his hands slides over my ribs and he starts to tickle me.

“Shane!” I shriek with laughter. “Stop! It was Mikey. He made me do it.”

“Wow. Way to throw me under the bus, Red. Remind me never to take you to a negotiation,” Mikey says with an exaggerated sigh.

“I’m not surprised this was your idea,” Shane says as he looks at his younger brother. He’s still holding onto the offending rubber band and he tosses it at Mikey. It bounces off his head and rolls under the sofa.

“What? I’d wear it,” Mikey says with a shrug.

“It would be way too big for you, son,” Shane laughs darkly before he turns his attention back to me as I lie beneath him on the floor barely able to control myself. He shifts between my thighs until his cock is nudging at my pussy. “Did you think that was funny, sweetheart?” he whispers, his hot breath dusting over my cheek.

“Kinda,” I grin at him.

“You looking for a spanking? Is that it?”

“You can’t spank me on Christmas Eve,” I protest.

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