Page 37 of A Ryan Recollection

That devilish grin he had on his face turns downright sadistic as he slams into me, knocking the air from my body and making my teeth rattle in my head.

“Holy fuck.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” he groans as he pulls out and slams into me again.

“Is that all you got?” I pant even as my internal organs feel like they’ve turned to molten lava.

“You want more?”

“Much more.”

He leans down, planting his hands either side of my head and folding me like a pretzel before he drives into me again, and my eyes almost roll out of my head. “Fuck, Red, you’re going to fucking kill me,” he growls as he nails me to the tiny bed with so much force the small metal frame ricochets off the wall.

My core tightens and my walls clench around his cock, squeezing him deeper as he rails into me with everything he has. The bed squeaks and rattles but the noise is mostly drowned out by Mikey’s growling and grunting in my ear as he fucks me mercilessly.

He doesn’t ease off when I scream his name as my orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. He doesn’t ease off when the metal legs break under the force of his thrusting and the entire bed crashes to the floor. He wraps my legs around his waist instead, burying his face into my neck as he fucks me like a man possessed. When he finds his own release he roars my name as he grinds out every drop of himself into me.

I pant for breath, his heavy weight on top of me causing my arms to start feeling completely numb.

“Fuck, Jessie,” he groans as he pushes himself up onto his forearms allowing me some room to move. Then he seals his lips over mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth and kissing me so hard I almost lose my breath again. He tastes so good. Of fresh air and mint and a little bourbon.

I’m left wanting when he pulls back, grinning at me like he knows exactly what his kisses do to me.

“Good girl,” he says softly and my face breaks into a huge smile.

A second later, Liam is crouched down beside us, with his knife in his hand. “Sit up, baby.”

Mikey pushes himself onto his knees, helping me to sit up so that Liam can cut the ropes binding my arms. As soon as my limbs are free, they each take hold of an arm and begin to rub, soothing my aching muscles and increasing the blood flow.

Liam leans in and kisses me softly too, his tongue exploring my mouth like his twin’s just did. He tastes of fresh air and bourbon too, and a hint of cinnamon from his favorite gum.

“You okay?” Liam asks me, his eyes full of concern as he breaks our kiss.

“Of course,” I assure him before I turn to Mikey. “Are you?”

He pushes a damp strand of hair from my face as his eyes search mine. “I am now. I guess I had some anger to burn off.”

“I guess you did.”

Mikey maneuvers into a sitting position, his legs outstretched in front of him before pulling me to straddle his lap. Then Liam moves in behind us, kneeling between his twin’s legs and pressing his chest up against my back. He pulls my hair to one side, peppering soft kisses over my neck while Mikey goes on rubbing my arms and my wrists.

“Those outfits are super hot, by the way,” I say with a contented sigh.

“They’re not outfits,” Liam says.

“They’re work attire,” Mikey adds.

“Whatever. They’re hot.”

“Yeah, we kind of figured that, Red. You’re a fucking deviant.”

“Yeah,” Liam agrees as he wraps his arms around me. “You almost made Mikey lose his shit.”

“I did not,” I insist.

“Yeah, you did,” Mikey groans. “I almost fucked you with my knife.”

“Well, if you’re going to come home dressed like that and carrying guns…” I shrug.

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