Page 102 of A Ryan Recollection

“No?” He narrows his eyes at me.

“No. It’s not on the permitted list of activities,” I snigger.

“You’re right it’s not,” he runs his nose along my jawline “So how about I fuck you instead? Right here, right now, sweetheart? Because if you think I need a cock ring clearly I need to remind you that I can fuck you longer and harder than any man in this room.”

Sweet baby Jesus! Yes please!“We can’t,” I say instead even as I grind myself against him. “You haven’t had your real present yet.”

“And Jessie hasn’t had hers,” Liam adds.

“Jessie is about to get hers,” Shane says as his eyes burn into mine.

I swallow hard. I can’t figure out if he’s amused, mad, horny — or all three. “Your real present is under the tree,” I whisper. “The cock ring was just a joke. I promise.”

He narrows his eyes at me, but there is a wicked glint in them that makes my insides melt like warm butter. He’s not mad at all.

“Here it is,” Liam says as he rummages under the tree and pulls out another gift wrapped in the red glittery paper.

Shane releases my wrists and pushes himself up, taking the gift from Liam, he starts to unwrap it, but he remains straddling me the entire time. His knees pinned against my hips so I can’t move. When he unwraps this one he grins at me.

“It’s Italian. They only make a dozen of them a year. Feel how soft it is?” I say.

“Hmm,” he murmurs his agreement as he runs his hand over the soft, black leather. “You’ll be feeling how soft it is.”

Heat pools in my core at the meaning behind that statement. “Now you will always think of me when you take off your pants.”

“Already do,” he says with a smile before leaning down and kissing me. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

My breath catches in my throat. As much as I enjoy pushing his buttons, I love to see that smile even more. “You’re welcome.”

“Time for Jessie’s presents,” Mikey says excitedly, interrupting the moment.

“I don’t know,” Shane says as he sits up and then pulls me onto his lap. My very own sexy Santa. “I don’t think our Jessie has been a good enough girl for presents.”

I roll my eyes. Did I say Santa? More like sexy Satan.

“I have been good,” I insist and Conor and Liam laugh softly in the background while Mikey starts to rummage beneath our huge Christmas tree.

Shane tucks my hair behind my ear. “Well, not even counting that bratty little eye roll, shall we add up all of your little misdemeanors from the past few days?”

“What misdemeanors?” I say with a flutter of my eyelashes.

He arches one eyebrow at me. “The tattoo?”

“How is that a misdemeanor?”

“You kept it from us, angel,” Conor says.

“Because it was a surprise,” I insist.

“Yeah? But rigging the security feed so that we wouldn’t see what you were doing wasn’t, was it, sweetheart?”

My cheeks flush pink.

“You think we didn’t know about that?” Conor chuckles.

“Oh, you’re in trouble, baby,” Liam adds with a soft laugh.

“Naughty, Red,” Mikey says. “More of a felony than a misdemeanor, I’d say, bro.”

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