Page 121 of A Ryan Recollection

“You do,” I whimper.

“Yeah I do.”

“Y-yes,” I gasp.

“No-one can fuck you as well as me and my brothers do and you know that no-one ever will. Because you’re ours Jessie. Til death do us part, remember?”

“Shane,” I pant, closing my eyes as my orgasm starts to ripple through my body making my muscles tighten and release.

“Good girl. Squeeze my cock while you come for me,” he groans and it’s my complete undoing.

“Jesus, Shane!” I moan as I coat him in a rush of slick heat and my climax shudders through my body.

“Jessie,” he grinds out the word as he comes inside me with a final thrust.

His head is buried in my neck, his breath hot on my skin as the sound of the fire door opens behind us. Looking at it, I smile as my other three husbands walk out — all looking as delicious as chocolate dessert and as sexy as sin in their matching tuxedos.

“It’s just your brothers,” I whisper in Shane’s ear.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’d fuck you in the middle of Times Square when the ball was dropping if it wouldn’t get us arrested.”

“I’m sure you could talk your way out of it,” I say with a laugh.

“Hmm. I do happen to know the Chief of police,” he chuckles as he lowers my legs to the ground and pulls out of me.

“You feeling better now, bro?” Mikey asks with a grin as he approaches us. Shane straightens my dress before he fixes his trousers but as soon as he’s done he turns to his brothers.

“Yeah. I kind of got a little…” he winces, struggling to apologize because it’s not in his nature, especially not where his brothers are concerned. “I’m sorry for taking it out on all of you.”

“No worries, bro,” Liam says with a shrug.

Conor walks up to his older brother and puts a reassuring arm around his shoulder. “That prick really got under your skin, huh?”

“I guess so,” Shane replies.

Meanwhile Mikey wraps me in his arms and kisses the top of my head. “You handle him so well, Red,” he whispers.

“I heard that,” Shane says making Mikey laugh and the sound vibrates through his chest and into my body, making me smile.

“We thought we should head home,” Liam says as he stands beside me and his twin.

“Really? It’s not even midnight yet?” I reply.

“Yeah, but do you want to go back upstairs to the club?” Conor asks with a grin. “Or you want to just be with us?”

There is only one answer to that question. I love The Peacock Club, but right now all I want is right here.

Mikey arches an eyebrow at me. “We’d only be in that room anyway, and our bed at home is way bigger.”

“True,” I whisper as a blush creeps across my cheeks.

“The car is out front,” Conor says with a wink before he pulls me from Mikey’s arms and wraps me in a hug.

“Then let’s go home,” I say, pressing my face against his jacket and inhaling his familiar intoxicating scent.

ChapterFour

CONOR

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