Page 29 of A Ryan Recollection

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. And I kind of pushed you. What can I say? I guess I needed that belt of yours,” I purr like a contented cat.

“I love my naughty little brat,” he laughs darkly and then his lips disappear and he jumps up from the bed, leaving me lying alone.

Shane is rubbingarnica gel onto my ass when the door opens and Liam walks into the room. I smile at him as he strolls toward the bed. “What the fuck, Shane?” he says with a sigh as he gets closer and notices my belt striped behind.

“I’m fine,” I assure him as he lies on the bed beside me, rubbing his warm, strong hand gently over my back.

He narrows his eyes at me. “Are you sure, baby?”

I hear Shane chuckling softly as he goes on rubbing the soothing gel onto my ass. Liam is such a sensitive soul – my gentle giant.

“I’m sure.”

He looks up at his older brother. “Did you have to leave your hand prints and your belt marks all over my wife’s beautiful ass, Shane?”

“She likes my marks on her, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Kinda.”

“Only kinda?” he asks, grabbing a handful of my ass cheek.

“Okay, a lot,” I squirm in his grip, giggling as Liam slaps Shane’s hand away.

“Leave her poor ass alone, bro,” Liam says with a roll of his eyes. “I have plans for it later.”

“You do?” I ask him, my eyes widening with excitement.

He grins at me, his dark brown eyes twinkling with deviant delight as he leans close and gives me a soft kiss. “Ialwayshave plans for your ass, baby,” he whispers, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation skittering around my body.

“I can’t wait,” I tell him as he lays down next to me, our noses tip to tip as Shane goes on rubbing cool gel into my skin.

“Me neither,” he growls before inching forward and sealing his lips over mine. I moan softly as he slips his tongue inside my mouth and his hand to the back of my head, crushing me against him as he deepens our kiss.

He tugs my hair at the roots as he claims my mouth, making heat bloom beneath my skin and soft, desperate whimpers escape my throat. Liam is still kissing me when the bedroom door bursts open and Mikey walks in before loudly announcing that we have a problem. “Babysitters have canceled. Chester has stomach flu.”

Liam groans as he breaks our kiss and we both look up to see Conor walking into the room after his younger brother and closing the door. His eyes land on me, raking over my naked body as I lie between his two brothers.

“You call it a problem. I call it an opportunity,” he says, placing his hand on Mikey’s shoulder and grinning widely.

Mikey frowns at his older brother while the rest of us wait for his explanation.

Conor rolls his eyes before he goes on. “We all have the night off. We have two sleeping babies who are unlikely to wake until morning, and a naked wife who looks to me like she just had the spanking of her life. And we all know how fucking feral that makes her.”

Mikey starts grinning while Liam laughs softly.

“I am not feral,” I protest.

“Um, you kind of are, baby,” Liam says as he gives me a soft kiss on the forehead. “But we love it.”

“Man’s got a point,” Shane adds, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “And now we don’t have to wear those God-awful St Patrick’s day hats you bought.”

My mouth drops open in shock. “You knew about them?”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss on my ass. “When are you going to learn that I know everything, sweetheart?” he growls.

“You must know I also got us huge green glasses with shamrocks on them?” I say with a giggle.

“Yeah, we found them too, angel,” Conor adds as he starts pulling off his t-shirt.

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