Page 104 of A Ryan Recollection

“Yes, the dress, sweetheart. The one that you wore last night. The one that hugged every inch of you?”

“It was just a dress,” I whisper.

“That was notjusta dress, angel. It was fucking…” Conor shakes his head.

“It was way too distracting,” Shane growls as he presses his lips close to my ear.

I swallow hard.

“Then there’s the pajamas,” Liam adds as he pulls at the waistband of his red and white striped pants.

“And let’s not forget that fucking monstrosity,” Mikey says as he crawls out from under the tree and looks at me.

“What monstrosity?” I ask with a frown.

Shane grabs a wad of my pajama fabric in his fist. “I think he means this, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” I giggle.

“So, what are we gonna do with all these then?” Mikey asks as he looks down at the pile of wrapped gifts beside him.

“Are they all for me? There are way too many. We agreed one each,” I say.

“Like you stuck to that rule, Red,” Mikey laughs. “I see our other gifts under there too.”

“They’re just little ones from the babies.”

“These are just little,” Mikey replies as he picks up a small gold parcel before he looks at his brothers and grins wickedly. “Are we gonna let her open them?”

I look at Shane. “What do you say, Santa?”

He cups my face in his hands, his eyes dark as they burn into mine. “Are you our good girl?” he asks in that low timbre that has a direct path to my ovaries.

Holy fuck!

“Yes,” I purr.

“Then I suppose we are,” he slaps my ass and shifts me off his lap.

Then I sit cross legged on the floor and my husbands watch as I start to unwrap the first of my gifts.

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I’m sittingon the floor, my back against the sofa, surrounded by swathes of glittery paper and gift tags and with a pile of gifts on my lap. Eight new sets of underwear — two from each of them. A pair of leopard print Louboutins with a six inch heel. Eight, yes eight, tubes of lube in a variety of different flavors. A flogger. A paddle. A vibrating egg that is controlled by a remote app they have already installed on their phones. Massage oil. And a silk blindfold. There is definitely a theme here. Though I don’t know why I expected any less.

“Thank you so much,” I say, my cheeks hurting from smiling. “I love them all.”

“Good,” Liam leans across and kisses my cheek.

“These are just your naughty presents, Red,” Mikey says with a grin. “You can open your real ones tomorrow.”

I stare at him. My real ones?“What? No. We agreed one gift each and you already bought too many. We said tomorrow would be about the babies.” I protest.

“I believe you agreed to that all on your own, angel,” Conor says.

“No. We all said one gift each.”

“We agreed you would get us one gift,” Shane reminds me.

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