Page 74 of A Ryan Recollection

Shane shakes his head and stares at Jason. “You are the biggest fucktard I have ever met in my life. Do you still fuck women without eating pussy? You must be a real hit with the ladies.”

“Fuck you, man. We were just kids back then,” Jason protests.

“He older than you?” Shane frowns at me.

“Yeah. He was twenty. His parents paid for his apartment and car,” I reply, my cheeks still pink.

“Twenty? You weren’t a kid, asshole, and even if you were… Fuck, I’ve been eating pussy since I was fifteen.”

A sharp stab of jealousy pierces my chest. “Hey!” I nudge him in the ribs.

Realizing what he just said, he smiles at me and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead. “I have never enjoyed eating any as much as yours, Jessie, nor have I partaken so frequently as I do with you.”

“You’re such a poet,” I say with a sigh, making him smile wider. His hand slides beneath my dress again, and for a moment there is only me and him in the room as he drags his pointer finger through my wet folds before circling my swollen clit. “Ah,” I whimper, clinging to his neck.

“What the fuck?” Jason hisses, struggling in his bindings and reminding me he’s there.

“Did he ever make you come, sweetheart?” Shane growls as he goes on rubbing the sensitive bud of flesh.

“No,” I breathe.

“Yes I fucking did,” Jason snarls.

“My girl said you didn’t,” Shane laughs softly.

“She’s fucking lying,” Jason insists. His bruised ego clearly winning out over his survival instinct because Shane’s face turns dark with anger.

“Did you just call my wife a fucking liar?” he snarls.

“She’s not gonna tell you I made her come, is she?” he goes on, digging himself deeper into a hole.

“Pretty sure she would, asshole,” Shane snaps. “Because she doesn’t fucking lie to me.”

I curl my hand around his neck and press my cheek against his chest. That means so much to me given our incredibly shaky start when I had to hide who I really was from him and his brothers. Shane hates lying above anything else and it took him a long time to forgive me and to trust me again.

Jason grunts and grumbles in response.

“I tell you what, asshole,” Shane says as he slides two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp as I coat him in a rush of slick heat. “I’ll make my girl come right now, and you can hear what her actual orgasms sound like, rather than the ones she faked for you just to get you to leave her the fuck alone? How’s that?” He spits out the last words — laced with anger and rage.

I feel it coursing through him but despite that, his fingers are gentle inside me, as though he’s purposely holding back all of the emotion that is trying to spill out.

“Shane,” I whimper as he brings me close to the edge.

He brushes the pad of his thumb over my clit and presses his mouth against my ear. “I know, sweetheart. I got you.”

“I c-can’t,” I bury my head against his shoulder. “Not in front of him.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” I rock my hips against his hand. “I just can’t let go.”

“You can. Just focus on me, Jessie,” he whispers as he works his fingers deeper, pressing against my G-spot and making my entire body tremble.

I breathe in the scent of him, inhaling his familiar cologne and that something else that I can never put my finger on, but which is just so uniquely him. I rub my cheek against his hard chest, taking comfort in its firm, reassuring warmth. His hand flexes on my waist, reminding me that he is holding onto me tight — that he’s got me and that I have nothing to fear when I’m in his arms.

I curl my fingers in his hair, winding a strand around my fingertip.

“Shane,” I breathe as my walls pulse around his fingers.

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