Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(16)



“Jessie was telling me about last night,” Conor says with a chuckle as Shane walks over to the bed.

Shane chuckles too. “You have gone to the wrong brother looking for sympathy from Conor, sweetheart. He hates Sean O’Connor even more than I do.”

“What?” Conor growls. “Sean O’Connor was the guy you were flirting with?”

“I wasn’t flirting,” I protest.

“She was, Con,” Shane says as he crawls onto the bed, holding himself over me and pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “She smiled at him.”

“You smiled at Sean O’Connor?” Con asks me, his eyes narrowed as he leans closer to the screen.

“He told me a funny joke about lawyers.”

Shane continues kissing my back, making me squirm as heat sears between my thighs. “It wasn’t her regular smile, Con. It was that one that makes her eyes twinkle. You know the one?”

“Our smile?” Connor shakes his head and I open my mouth to protest but for a few seconds, I am completely lost for words. “Why do I feel like you two have some kind of secret code or language that I don’t understand?” I eventually ask.

“Because we do,” Shane mumbles against my skin.

“So why is her ass not red raw?” Conor grumbles.

“Because I was an asshole,” Shane replies. “I had some making up of my own to do.”

“Yes. He was an asshole,” I say with a vigorous nod of my head. “That’s what we were talking about, not me smiling at some random dude who I have zero interest in.”

“But Shane is always an asshole, Angel. I am far more interested in you smiling at that cunt, O’Connor.”

“I didn’t know how much you hated him,” I whisper as Shane’s warm hand slides beneath my tank top and I shiver at his touch.

“Well you will know as soon as you get home, Angel. Because your beautiful ass is going to get the spanking of its life. You’ll be sleeping on your front for a week.”

“I was just being polite.” I offer in a feeble protest because wet heat surges between my thighs at the thought.

“Shane will have to punish you for now, until you get back here.”

“You can’t punish me now and then when I get home for the same thing. That’s not fair!”

“Did our girl just tell us we couldn’t do something?” Conor looks behind me and at Shane who stops kissing my back and looks up at his brother on the screen.

“I think she did,” he chuckles. “But I gotta say I love our girl talking about getting home and knowing that’s with us.”

“Hmm,” Conor nods.

“But you’re right, Con, she needs to be punished.” His fingers trail down my back, making me shiver in anticipation and excitement. “What are you thinking?”

I glance at Shane behind me and he licks his lips, but the wicked glint in his eyes makes my entire body tremble.

“For starters, that ass needs to be turned a pretty shade of pink,” Conor says, running a hand over his beard.

“What?” I shake my head.

“Hands? Belt? Something else?” Shane asks, ignoring my question as he starts to take off my top.

“So we’re really doing this?” I ask as Shane continues peeling my tank over my head before pulling my arms through. I wriggle beneath him but he is straddling me now and he is too heavy for me to shift.

Shane tosses my top onto the floor. “Yes,” he growls as he leans down and cups my chin in his hand, tilting my head before he kisses me softly.

“Hands will do fine,” Conor replies.

“Hmm,” Shane mumbles as he rubs one over my ass.

“And then some good old fashioned edging should do the trick. Until I can get my hands on her.”

“What’s edging?” I ask, my mouth hanging open as I look between the two of them.

“Oh, Angel,” Conor growls.

“Orgasm denial,” Shane whispers in my ear before he pushes himself up and hooks his fingers into the band of my underwear and begins to pull them off me. “Let’s get you naked, sweetheart.”

I look up at Conor on the screen as Shane tosses my panties onto the floor.

“Which way do you want her, Con?” Shane asks.

“Facing the head of the bed. Ass in the air,” he orders.

“You heard him. Up,” Shane commands as he taps me on the ass and I push myself onto all fours and maneuver myself into position as he grabs two pillows and slides them beneath my stomach. Once he’s done he takes my hands and lays them flat on the bed, my arms outstretched above my head and my face pressed against the duvet so I can see Conor on the laptop screen. He licks his lips in anticipation as he watches his brother work.

My thighs tremble as I wait for whatever Shane is about to do to me. I do love his punishments, but I don’t know how serious the two of them are about this flirting thing – which I definitely wasn’t doing.

“That okay, bro?” Shane asks as I lie there in position. Waiting.

“Perfect!” Conor growls.

“Let’s see how red we can turn this ass then,” Shane chuckles to himself before he kneels on the bed behind me.

A few seconds later, I feel the sting of his first slap as it echoes around the hotel bedroom. Then another. And another. Over and over as Conor encourages him from the screen. His spanking is hard but I’ve certainly had worse from him and the burning sensation on my ass is making the burning need in my pussy grow stronger with each passing second. I squirm on the pillows and Shane chuckles behind me, knowing exactly what he is doing to me. Fiend!

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