Page 25 of A Ryan Recollection

“Um,” I chew on my lip. “I called Shane daddy.”

Conor looks at his older brother then, amusement all over his face. “I see,” he says with a knowing nod.

“Yeah,” Shane agrees with him although I’m unsure what he’s agreeing with. I feel like I’m out of the loop. I swear these two can read each other’s minds just like Liam and Mikey can.

“I gotta grab a shower and something to eat but then maybe I’ll join you,” Conor says, his wicked grin flooding my body with heat and desire.

“We’ll be in the end room,” Shane tells him and I shiver. That room is where he takes me when he either wants to punish me, or fuck me like a demon – or both.

Conor laughs darkly before he gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Good luck, angel. Try not to pass out before I get there.”

“I’ll do my best,” I flutter my eyelashes and Shane resumes carrying me down the hallway to the end bedroom. It used to be Conor’s bedroom but now we all share a room so we had it sound proofed. It’s kind of become our grown up play room. It can only be accessed with one of our fingerprints to ensure no guests can enter—or tiny toddlers when our kids get older.

As soon as we’re inside the room, Shane kicks the door closed and sets me on my feet beside the huge chaise lounge—or sex sofa as Mikey has aptly named it. He looks down at me, his eyes narrowed and his six foot two frame towering over me.

“You want to call me that again, sweetheart?” he asks, his deep, low voice melting my core.

“Daddy?” I whisper, my legs trembling in anticipation. I’ve never had daddy issues, despite having good reason to, and I have nevereverhad a daddy kink. Neither has Shane, as far as I’m aware. So I have no idea why the hell he’s looking at me like that or why I’m about ready to melt into a goddamn puddle on the floor.

He steps closer until his body is touching mine and trails his fingertips over my cheek. “What have I warned you about drinking with those boys, Jessie?” he growls.

My brain takes a few seconds to compute what he’s saying and then I realize we’re actually doing this.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, fluttering my eyelashes.

He dips his head, ghosting his lips over the shell of my ear. “You know those boys are only interested in you for one thing.”

“But they’re my friends.”

“Friends who only want to fuck you, sweetheart. Did you let them fuck your tight little holes?”

I gasp as wet heat sears between my thighs. Damn, this is way hotter than I thought it would be. But then Shane Ryan makes everything hot. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I purr.

“Hmm?” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “What shall I do with my naughty little slut?”

I nibble on my bottom lip as he slips off his suit jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves. I swear if my pussy could talk she would shriek with delight at the sight of his thick, tattooed forearms and the promise of the spanking I’m about to get.

Shane sits on the sex sofa. “Take everything off except the panties,” he growls and heat blooms across my chest.

I keep my eyes glued to his as I peel my dress over my head and toss it onto the floor beside me. I take off my bra, and his gaze drops to my hard nipples for a moment before his eyes meet mine again. When I’m left in only my panties, he holds out his hand. My heart rate kicks up about two hundred gears as I curl my fingers around his and allow him to pull me onto his lap—but I’m not sitting on him. He pulls me forward until I’m lying across his huge thighs.

I breathe faster and harder as his hand glides over my ass and he kneads the soft flesh of my cheeks in his huge palm. The weight of his hand disappears, and I suck in a breath and prepare for what’s about to happen. He smacks my ass hard and I mean to play along with his little game and shriek in feigned horror, but I moan instead because Shane Ryan’s spankings are a gift from the heavens.

He spanks me again, and I bite my lip but another moan escapes anyway.

“Sounds like my naughty slut is enjoying her spanking a little too much.”

“I’m not. I promise,” I giggle.

Tension vibrates through every muscle in his body, and a deep groan rumbles in his chest as he rolls my panties down over my ass cheeks until they’re resting at the top of my thighs. The next smack is way harder and I squirm on his lap.

“Did you let those boys touch you, sweetheart?” he growls as he slips his hand between my thighs. Finding me soaking already, he sucks in a sharp breath. “Who made you all wet like this?”

“You did, Daddy,” I whimper.

He smacks my ass hard with his other hand and slides his middle and pointer fingers up through my folds. “Did you let those two boys in the kitchen touch you here?”

“Yes.”

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