Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(22)

“They feel good?” he asks with a soft chuckle.

“Yes,” I pant. “Are these why you chose the crotchless panties?”

“They are one of the reasons, sweetheart,” he growls, planting a soft kiss on my ankle before setting my foot down on the floor.

He holds onto my hand as my legs are still shaky. “How do they feel?”

“Heavy,” I groan. “Like deliciously heavy. But what if they fall out?” I chew on my lip as Shane jumps to his feet with a grin on his face.

“They won’t,” he assures me.

“How do you know that?” I whisper. “We could be walking through the restaurant and they’ll fall out and roll beneath someone’s table. What if that happens? I would die!”

He slides his hand onto my ass and bends his head close to me, brushing his lips over my ear. “Then make sure they don’t, sweetheart,” he growls before he slaps my ass and straightens up. “Besides,” he reaches for my hand and we head for the door. “I’ve been inside you enough to know that your tight cunt could hold those balls even if they were made of solid granite.”

I nudge him in the arm and he laughs loudly, and I’m not sure if it’s his laugh, or these damn balls that make my entire body thrum with anticipation.



As we walk along the hallway to the elevator, the balls move inside me, massaging my walls as they jiggle. I squeeze to try and stop them jiggling so much but it doesn’t help, in fact it only seems to make it worse. The weights inside are constantly moving, rolling around and sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my body and the weight of them, just sitting there inside me, is making my pussy throb. Shane brushes the pad of his thumb over my knuckles and I whimper.

“I can feel these things moving,” I whisper.

“That’s kind of the idea, Jessie,” he chuckles.

“I can’t do this. I can’t go a whole evening with these inside me,” I chew on my lip. “I can barely think straight.”

He lifts my hand to his lips and brushes them over my knuckles and I squirm even more. “It’s because you’re walking, sweetheart. They won’t be so obvious when you’re sitting down. We’ll be in the car soon.”

“Okay,” I swallow and take a deep breath. I am going to be nothing more than a puddle on the floor by the time we get to the restaurant.



Shane keeps my hand firmly clasped in his as we walk out of the hotel. “We’re over here,” he says as we walk towards the valet, who is standing in front of the sexiest car I have ever seen in my life. A Lamborghini Sian. The valet hands the keys to us as we reach him.

“Good evening, Mr. Ryan.”

“Did you look after her, Stu?” Shane asks.

“I certainly did, Sir. She’s a beauty.”

Shane looks at me, his eyes roaming over my body. “She sure is.” He licks his lips and I realize he’s not talking about the car. The valet coughs awkwardly and excuses himself.

“Wow!” I say as I step towards the car. “This is beautiful. Is it yours?”

“No. I borrowed it.” He shakes his head as he leans down to open the door for me. “But we can get one for home if you like?”

“Yes!” I squeal. “And are you letting me drive?”

“No,” he says before he kisses me softly. “We drive on the other side of the road over here, sweetheart.” He laughs and I look down and realize it’s the passenger door he just opened and not the driver’s one.



Shane drives the Lamborghini like he stole it, gunning the engine as hard as he can down the country roads as we head to the restaurant. He was right about the balls. They are less obvious when I’m sitting down. But this car is like one huge tease. Its engine roars so beautifully that it vibrates through my body and whenever Shane’s hand is not on the wheel, it is on my thighs, sliding between them and squeezing as if to remind me he is there. As if I could forget.

By the time we reach the restaurant, I am a trembling mess.

Shane gets out of the car first and walks around to open my door. I take his outstretched hand and step out, pulling down the hem of my incredibly short dress.

“You look beautiful,” he growls as he slides a hand onto my ass and closes the door behind us.

The damn balls start their incessant rolling again when I take a step and I am overwhelmed by a rush of wet heat between my thighs.

“Shane!” I gasp quietly, holding onto his arm with my free hand.

He turns and looks at me, his face full of concern as his eyes roam over my face. But then his concern turns into something else as he realizes why I’m struggling to even breathe.

“Aw, sweetheart, do you need some relief?” he soothes, his voice as smooth as chocolate and a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Yes,” I pant with a nod of my head. “Like, now.”

He bends his head down, dusting his lips over the delicate skin on my neck. “Soon, Jessie,” he murmurs against me and I whimper.

When we reach the restaurant, Shane is greeted by the owner and one of the waiters. He introduces me, and I force a smile as they make polite small talk with us, while my pussy throbs like a Harley Davidson engine.

When we are finally seated, I am pleased to see we’re situated in a booth in a quiet part of the restaurant. Shane slides onto the bench next to me until our thighs are pressed together.