Page 16 of A Ryan Christmas


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I feel it coursing through him but despite that, his fingers are gentle inside me, as though he’s purposely holding back all of the emotion that is trying to spill out.

“Shane,” I whimper as he brings me close to the edge.

He brushes the pad of his thumb over my clit and presses his mouth against my ear. “I know, sweetheart. I got you.”

“I c-can’t,” I bury my head against his shoulder. “Not in front of him.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” I rock my hips against his hand. “I just can’t let go.”

“You can. Just focus on me, Jessie,” he whispers as he works his fingers deeper, pressing against my G-spot and making my entire body tremble.

I breathe in the scent of him, inhaling his familiar cologne and that something else that I can never put my finger on, but which is just so uniquely him. I rub my cheek against his hard chest, taking comfort in its firm, reassuring warmth. His hand flexes on my waist, reminding me that he is holding onto me tight — that he’s got me and that I have nothing to fear when I’m in his arms.

I curl my fingers in his hair, winding a strand around my fingertip.

“Shane,” I breathe as my walls pulse around his fingers.

“Show him how hard you come for me,” he orders, loud enough for Jason to hear and in that deep, commanding tone that vibrates through my bones and seems to be hardwired to my brain.

My body responds on instinct and my climax washes over me in a deep, bone shuddering, wave.

“Good girl,” he whispers before he kisses the top of my head, massaging his fingers inside me until he has wrung out every last drop. “You hear that, dipshit? That’s how to make my girl come,” he says to Jason.

“Fuck you,” Jason hisses.

“Is that the only comeback in your repertoire?” Shane laughs darkly, his fingers still inside me as he taunts his captive audience.

“Now if I thought you were worthy of such a show, I would spread my wife out on this desk and eat her pussy. Show you how to really make her scream,” he says as he slides his fingers out of me, sucking them clean again before he goes on. “From the bulge in your jeans, I’d say you’d enjoy that a whole lot. But you’re not fit to see her like that — not even close.”

“You’re sick,” Jason spits.

“I’m sick? Says the man tied to chair with a raging boner,” Shane laughs harder. Then he fixes my skirt and takes my hand, pulling me into a standing position. “Go to the restroom, sweetheart. Get yourself cleaned up while I have a word with Jason here.”

I look back at Jason for the first time since Shane had me sit on the desk. He’s red in the face. He struggles against his bonds. He’s an asshole, yes. But he looks kind of pathetic sitting there like that.

I place a hand on Shane’s cheek and he presses his face into my palm. “Don’t kill him.”

He glares at me. His jaw twitching as he maintains his temper a little while longer. I’m pretty sure Jason is going to bear the brunt of his wrath as soon as I walk into the restroom. “I won’t,” he eventually agrees. “For you.”

“No, not for me,” I push onto my tiptoes and brush my lips over his. “For you. Because he is not worth the blood on your hands.”

Shane Ryan might be one of the most ruthless men I know, but I also know that it always costs him to take someone’s life. No matter how easily and skillfully he appears to do it.

“I love you,” he breathes out the words as though it pains him to say them.

“I know,” I reply with a smile. That’s usually our standard reply when the other one says I love you. It all started because he used to be an arrogant asshole, but now it’s kind of our thing.

He grabs my elbow, pulling me closer until our bodies are pressed tightly together. “No. Not tonight, Jessie. Say the words.”

I blink at him. Is he feeling insecure? Shane Ryan? I stare into his dark green eyes. “I love you, Shane. We were written in the stars.”

That makes a smile flicker over his face before he pulls my face closer and kisses me. Hard. His teeth clash against mine as his tongue claims my mouth. I melt against him as he pours some of the anger in his veins out into me instead. And I swallow it all gladly. Letting him take whatever he needs.

ChapterFour

SHANE

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