Ryan Renewed: New York Ruthless: Book 5

I have no idea what caused the sudden change in Shane, but he went from being kind of sweet and funny to fucking me like he was pissed as hell. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, angry sex with him is super-hot, but I’d kind of like to know what I’ve done – if indeed I have done anything.

As soon as we got home, he carried me to my bedroom and practically tore off my clothes while barely speaking a word. Now I’m cuffed to the headboard, lying face down on the bed with my ass in the air waiting for whatever the hell he has planned. I’m pretty sure it involves his belt because I heard him taking it off about five seconds ago and it sent shivers along my spine.

The bed dips behind me and his warm, rough hand rubs over the skin of my back. I arch it in pleasure, pressing into his touch. I turn my head to see him and he’s kneeling on the bed behind me, in just his suit pants, staring at my ass.

I swallow hard. “Shane?” I whisper.

He seems to snap out of his trance. “Yeah?”

“Are you mad at me?”

Sometimes he spanks me like he’s mad even though he’s not, and it is hot. Sometimes he spanks me because he is mad at me, and that’s hot too. And often I don’t care if he’s pissed at me or not, because the outcome is always the same and neither of us remember what we were even mad about. But sometimes, like tonight, I feel a need to know one way or another. Maybe because we fought earlier today and because the whole baby issue makes me feel so raw and vulnerable.

He frowns at me as he lies beside me until his face is close to mine. “No,” he whispers.

“Good.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You want me to untie you?”

“Nope.” I grin at him.

“You know you’re everything to me, right?”

“Uh-huh. Written in the stars.”

“We sure are, sweetheart,” he says before he gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “But now I’m about to spank that beautiful ass like you’re the biggest brat I’ve ever met.”

Wet heat floods my core. “I am the biggest brat you’ve ever met, aren’t I?” I purr.

“Hmm.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “You did flip me the bird this afternoon. And remind me what you said as you were leaving?”

My cheeks flush pink.

“Do you remember?” His hand glides down my back and skims over my ass.

“Fuck you?” I whisper.

“Fuck me?” He flashes his eyebrows at me. “Yes, that was it.”

I roll my lips together to stop myself from giggling but he sees me.

“You think that’s funny?” he growls, but there is a wicked glint in his eye that makes my thighs tremble with anticipation and excitement.

“No, Sir,” I purr.

“Fuck! You know I love it when you call me Sir,” he groans and then he springs up from the bed.

The jangling of his buckle as he picks up his belt makes wet heat flood between my thighs and I brace myself for the first strike. He smacks me with his hand first, right on the fleshy part of my ass and I groan loudly. This is going to be all about pleasure.

“You want to be punished like a brat?” he growls as he spanks me again.

“Yes,” I whimper as he goes on, warming up my skin in preparation for the soft leather. Heat sears between my thighs as I push my ass higher, wanting more from him.

“You want my belt now, sweetheart?” he growls.

“Please?”

The sound of the door opening makes both of us look up to see Mikey sauntering into the room.

“Wow, Red, what did you do?” he asks with a laugh.

“Nothing,” I groan as I wait for the first crack of the leather. When it lands on my skin a few seconds later I cry out.

“Did she flirt with Carl Paxton?” Mikey opens in mouth, feigning his horror.

“No.” Shane grinds out the word as he spanks me again.

Mikey lies on the bed beside me, his face just inches from mine and a mischievous look on his face.

“You knew about that?” I ask.

“Of course.”

I wince as Shane spanks me again and my juices run from my pussy.

“If you haven’t been naughty, then why are you getting a spanking?” Mikey asks with a flash of his eyebrows before he pushes himself up and stands beside his oldest brother.

“She didn’t flirt,” Shane says as he brings the belt down again. “But she did say he was her hero.”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Shane!” I protest.

“Oh sorry. Her dessert-hero,” Shane adds.

“Oh, Red,” Mikey says with a devious chuckle. “I thought I was your favorite dessert chef? All those hours I spend in the kitchen making you banana waffles and fudge cake and you called another man your dessert-hero.”

“I didn’t mean—” I gasp but Shane spanks me harder and I lose my ability to speak.

“Fucking brutal, right?” Shane says.

“I’ve never felt so hurt in my life,” Mikey replies.

“You want to take out your pain on her ass?” Shane asks.

“Hmm. I can think of better things to do with Jessie’s ass than spank it, bro,” Mikey replies.

“Such as?”

“Eating it. Fucking it.”

“Well you get to do both of those after you’ve spanked her if you do it right.”

“What if I hurt her?” Mikey whispers.

“You won’t.”

“I might, bro. I mean she’s so small compared to us. Do you just like really hold back or something?”

Shane laughs out loud and I can’t help but giggle.

“I can guarantee, no matter how hard you hit her with that belt, she can take it.” He rubs a hand over my ass and a shiver skitters up my spine.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“That doesn’t mean you try and hurt her,” Shane warns as he hands his younger brother the belt. “But you want to make it hurt.”

“Fuck, Shane! How do I make it hurt but not hurt her?”

“Just spank her with the belt, Mikey,” Shane says, frustration creeping into his voice. “Because you’re kind of killing our mood here.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“I’m sorry, Red,” he says before he brings the belt cracking down over my ass cheeks, but he gets the angle slightly off and it stings like a bitch.

“Jesus!” I hiss.

“Fuck! I hurt her,” Mikey mumbles.

“I’m fine,” I breathe.

“You just aimed too high is all. She can take way more than that. But you want to aim for here, see?” Shane traces his finger across my ass. “Where the lines already are.”

“Okay.”

“Try again and don’t apologize to her before you do it. You wouldn’t be doing it if she didn’t want you to.”

“Sor…” Mikey starts to say but then he clears his throat and I smile.

Mikey spanks me again and he hits exactly the right spot with the right amount of pressure and I groan loudly and wet heat rushes between my thighs.

“Fuck!” Mikey groans.

“That’s the kind of response you’re aiming for,” Shane chuckles.

“Have you ever made her come from a spanking?” Mikey asks.

“Yup,” Shane replies and I close my eyes as I recall the times he’s done that.

“Damn!” Mikey hisses.

“You have to spank her pussy for that though,” Shane chuckles.

“Her pussy?”

“Don’t worry. You’re not ready for that yet.”

“No,” Mikey agrees as he hands the belt back to Shane.

“So, are you joining us here, or are you just at a loose end?”

“Do we get to eat and fuck her after?”

“Of course we fucking do,” Shane growls and I chuckle.

“Then I’m in.”

I lie on Mikey’s hard chest and smile. My ass is stinging. My pussy is throbbing and I am completely wrung out with orgasms.

“This ass is so fucking beautiful,” Shane growls as he crawls onto the bed beside us and rubs his hand over my flaming skin. Then he presses a soft kiss there before he begins to rub arnica gel on the parts of me he’s marked with his belt.

“I kinda get the whole belt-spanking thing now,” Mikey chuckles.

“Told you,” Shane replies.

“Still prefer just to eat and fuck you though, Red,” he whispers in my ear.

“Hmm,” I mumble as I concentrate on Shane’s firm hands rubbing my ass and Mikey’s huge biceps wrapped around me.

“I hope you’re comfortable, kid, because she’ll be asleep in about thirty seconds,” Shane laughs softly.

“Are you kidding? I could stay here forever,” Mikey replies.

‘Yeah, well I want her back as soon as I’m done here.”

“Take your time then,” Mikey replies as he holds me tighter and my eyelids flutter closed. ‘But I’m staying in here with you both.”

“Fair enough,” Shane agrees. “But she sleeps between us.”

I giggle softly. I love them so much.

“Hey, you didn’t kill our favorite chef, did you, Shane?” Mikey whispers as though I won’t be able to hear him.

“No,” Shane replies. “He was flirting with her though. Asshole.”

“So why is he still breathing?” Mikey asks.

Shane stops rubbing my ass. “Look at her, Mikey,” he says with a sigh. “If I killed every guy who smiled at her or wanted to fuck her, we’d have to buy a cemetery to hide all the bodies.”

“Hmm,” Mikey chuckles. “But she’s always been this hot, so what else has changed?”

I smile against Mikey’s chest. I mean, of course I know they think I’m hot, but it never gets old to hear them say it.

“I just get it,” he finally replies.

“Get what, bro?”

“How much she loves me. That prick was flirting with her and I know how much she admires him, but she didn’t look at him the way she looks at me. At us.”

“Nope. She’s something, right?” Mikey says as he kisses the top of my head.

“She sure is,” Shane replies as he goes back to rubbing arnica on my ass and I drift off to sleep.