Page 107 of A Ryan Recollection

“Favorite travel destination?” Liam asks.

“My wife’s pussy,” Mikey replies without missing a beat and his three brothers burst into laughter.

“That is not a travel destination!” I exclaim, which only makes his brothers laugh harder.

Conor’s entire body is shaking now as he keeps his arms wrapped around me. It’s a good thing his eggnog glass is empty or it would be spilling all over the two of us.

“It is,” Mikey insists. “If I wanted to be inside it right now, which I do, obviously, then I would have to stand and walk across the room to get there. That is the very definition of traveling, Red.”

I shake my head as a soft laugh bubbles in my throat. Seeing my four husbands so relaxed and happy is the best Christmas present I could ever ask for. “You’re a deviant, Mikey Ryan.”

He stands and walks over to me, bending his head and brushing his lips over my cheek. “But I’m your deviant, Jessie Ryan,” he growls in my ear. His hand slides over my neck until he finds the zipper of my onesie and flicks the tip of it between his thumb and forefinger.

“We haven’t watched the movie yet,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says, his warm breath dusting over my cheek and making me shiver. “I was just on my way to fill everyone’s eggnog.”

He stands tall again and takes Conor’s glass from him. “Then can I have a hot chocolate please?” I flutter my eyelashes at him.

“Sure.”

“With marshmallows?”

“Anything for you, Red,” he leans and gives me a soft kiss on the lips before leaving the room.

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Mikey switchesoff the TV and suddenly I feel all of my husband’s eyes on me.

“That was the final thing on your list of Christmas Eve activities, baby,” Liam says with a smile.

“Hmm,” Conor agrees as he fingers the zip of my onesie. “Now it’s time for our list.”

“Your list?” I whisper as he starts to pull down my zipper. “But Christmas Eve is almost over.”

“Oh it’s not a big list, angel,” he chuckles as he slips a hand inside my pajamas, cupping one of my breasts and squeezing gently. “You’ll have time to get to sleep before Santa comes.”

Shane has crossed the room now and is kneeling in front of us. “But only if you’re a good girl, sweetheart,” he adds with a grin. “You gonna be a good girl for us?”

His words vibrate through my entire body as Conor pulls my zipper all the way down.

“Y-yes,” I whimper as wet heat sears between my thighs and my entire body starts to tremble.

“She’s always a good girl, aren’t you, angel?” Conor whispers in my ear as he turns me on his lap so I’m facing frontward before he begins peeling my onesie off over my arms.

I blow out a long breath as Shane takes hold of the fabric and starts to pull it over my hips and thighs. His dark green eyes burn into mine as he works the soft material over my legs and a few seconds later I’m completely naked as I sit on Conor’s lap.

“No panties, Red?” Mikey asks.

“Not with pajamas,” I whisper as my eyes stay fixed on Shane’s and I wonder what’s going through his devious mind.

“I’m gonna need you to hold her for me, Con,” Shane growls as his hands slide up my inner thighs. “I don’t want her to be able to move.”

Holy fuck!

Conor chuckles softly as he spreads my legs wider apart and hooks my feet beneath his calves. When my legs are secure, he takes hold of my wrists and places them behind my back, before wrapping his arms around me tightly so that I’m completely restrained. When Shane presses his palms against the top of my inner thighs, I can barely move at all.

My heart hammers against my ribcage as Shane dips his head close to my pussy. “You smell so fucking good, Hacker,” he breathes. “Why are you soaking wet already?”

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