Page 129 of A Ryan Recollection

I snarl in frustration and she breaks our kiss. She rocks back, holding her hand to her mouth. Her face pales and my stomach twists into a knot. Something’s not right. “Jessie? What’s wrong?”

“Mikey,” she whimpers and not in a sexy way. “I feel sick.” Her eyes roll in her head.

I brush her hair back from her forehead, noting her cold, damp skin. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

She shakes her head. “I’m too hot. It must be this suit.” She reaches behind and starts pulling frantically at the zipper. “I need to get it off.”

I take her trembling hands in mine, my brow furrowed in a frown. “Calm down, Red. I’ll do it.”

I pull down her zipper and she wriggles to get free as I work the leather over her arms. Perspiration beads over her skin. She groans softly.

I press a hand to her damp cheek. “You still feel sick?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry I ruined our date night.”

“You didn’t,” I assure her. “You want this all the way off?” I look down at the leather suit now bunched around her waist.

She nods. “Please.”

Shifting her onto the seat, I take off her heels and then work the suit over her hips and thighs before pulling it all the way off her until she’s left in only her black lace bra and panties. She rubs her hands over her arms and shivers.

I shrug off my jacket and wrap it around her, threading her arms through the sleeves before I pull her to sit on my lap. She presses her cheek against my chest and I band my arms tight around her, pressing a kiss on the top of her head and brushing her beautiful red hair back from her damp skin.

After a few minutes, she looks up at me, color back in her cheeks and her eyes green eyes sparkling.

I arch an eyebrow at her. I fucking knew it. “You feel better?”

“Yeah. You think it was that damn suit? Did I overheat or something?”

I laugh softly. “I don’t think it was your sexy little outfit, Red. You can’t think of another time when you were prone to sudden bouts of nausea?”

Her eyes widen and her mouth opens in surprise. “But we only just started trying again.”

I tilt my head, taking in every detail of her beautiful face. She is perfect and I’m pretty sure she’s about to make me a dad again. “You’re full of cum pretty much twenty four hours a day, Red.”

Her smile lights up her whole goddamn face. “We have no tests at home.”

“Then we’ll stop a drug store and get some.” She glances down at herself, wearing only my jacket and her underwear. I cup her jaw in my tilt her head up so she’s looking at me again. “Obviouslyyouwill stay in the car and I’ll go get the tests.”

She giggles. “Okay.”

“Liam and Shane and Conor are going to lose their fucking minds when we get home six hours early, with you half naked and quite probably pregnant.”

Her lip trembles. “What if I’m not though?”

I press a kiss on the tip of her nose. She is. I know it. “Then we’ll all just spend all night fucking a baby into you anyway.”

Her cheeks flush pink. I push my hand between her thighs and pull her panties aside, dragging the tip of my finger through her pussy lips, coating it in her wet heat.

“Always wet for me, Red.” I slip a finger inside her tight pussy and her back arches in pleasure.

“Mikey, that feels so good,” she whines.

I nip at her neck. “You want more?”

“Yes.”

I want to fuck her but I don’t want to be balls deep in her when we pull up at the drug store so I add a second finger and smile when her eyes roll back and her lips part in a perfect O. I sink deeper, rubbing over the sensitive spot deep inside her that has her walls rippling around my fingers, squeezing me like she’ll never let me go.

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