Page 106 of A Ryan Recollection

Liam reaches forward and shuffles through the magazines beneath the coffee table before he finds the Christmas edition of Fever magazine. I have it on a monthly subscription and love to read it at night lying on the sofa with my head on Mikey’s lap.

“I would so do that interview,” Mikey says with a chuckle.

“You will not,” Shane says with a scowl.

“It’s not like they ask anything deep and meaningful. It’s all pretty lighthearted stuff,” I tell him.

“I don’t want anyone knowing anything about any of us,” Shane says and Conor nods his agreement while Liam flicks through the magazine before he finds the regular feature.

“So, Michael Ryan,” Liam says in a thick New York accent. “Successful businessman. Father of two. Sex god?”

Mikey sits forward in his seat, puffing out his chest as he prepares for his big interview. “Yup.”

“What do you wear in bed?” Liam asks in his regular voice.

“My wife,” Mikey replies without a seconds thought, making his brothers laugh.

“Favorite thing to eat?” Liam asks.

“My wife’s pussy.”

“Mikey,” I say as my cheeks turn pink.

“It’s true, Red,” he frowns at me then he turns back to his twin. “Next question.”

“Favorite drink?”

“The sweet stuff that comes out of my wife’s pussy,” Mikey answers and my cheeks redden further.

“That’s not a drink,” I say.

“I drink it,” Mikey insists. “I’d bottle it and take it in a flask to work with me if I could.”

“You have to choose an actual drink. My pussy can’t be your answer to everything.”

“But your pussy is the answer to everything, sweetheart,” Shane says with a wicked grin.

His words make warmth roll through my core, but I keep trying to argue my point anyway. “It’s not a drink,” I whisper.

“Then let’s put it to a vote,” Mikey suggests. “A drink is a liquid, right? Best liquid you’ve ever tasted?” He looks between each of his brothers and then back at me.

I fake a scowl at him and he flashes his eyebrows at me.

Conor sips his eggnog. “This stuff is pretty good, actually,” he says, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he stares into my eyes. “But nowhere near as sweet as you, angel.”

“I agree, baby,” Liam adds while Shane sips his eggnog and winks at me over the rim of his glass.

“Favorite thing to do at Christm-"

“My wife,” Mikey says before Liam has even finished the question.

Shane grins wickedly while Liam tries to keep a straight face, meanwhile Conor is chuckling softly and the sound rumbles through his entire body. Mikey winks at me and I roll my eyes.

“You’re my favorite thing to do on any holiday though, Red,” he insists. “Any season. Any time really.”

I can’t help but smile at him. “Can you answer the next ones properly?”

“I am answering properly,” he says with a frown before he looks to Liam again who is scanning the magazine page with a devious look on his face.

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