DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Bonus Chapter (LexiXRyan)

Ryan-Eric Dane

Lexi/Dria- Jessica Szohr

Yes... Y'all another one!!!!

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The alluring tango beat plays and I watch as the newlyweds dance, bodies pressed against each other.

Indiana sits on Dylan's thigh, kicking out their right leg before lengthing it out behind her, taking a similar position like Dylan with her front leg bent.

They rise dancing around the room, demanding attention with their first dance as Mr and Mrs Jacobs.

Their eyes stay glued to each other throughout the dance and the sexual tension radiating from them is thick enough to be cut by a knife.

I may be expecting more grandchildren soon.

The end their dance, receiving a loud applause before the dance floor is once again occupied. I am asked to dance by one of the guests but I decline, having a different mission in mind.

"You're looking lovely tonight, kitten..." I hear minutes later as a warm breath tickles my ear, causing me to jump.

His scent surrounds me and I recognize the voice, urging myself to calm down.

"Thank you, " I exhale, continuing to stack my plate with the mouthwatering food at the buffet.

I am starving.

Dylan's and Indiana's wedding had progressed beautifully without a hitch and I can finally relax. They say planning a wedding is hard, they aren't kidding.

Though Indie and my son made all the core decisions... ensuring it all went smoothly fell upon Christina's and I's shoulders.

That's what we get for butting ourselves in their wedding and wanting it to be a bonding moment...

...though seeing it all play out made it worth the stress.

"Yeah, so lovely that it's taken everything in me not to whisk you away from here and fuck you until you can barely remember your name," he whispers and I drop the tong in the plate, glancing around to ensure no one over heard that.

"Relax, babe..." Ryan says with a chuckle, gently caressing my waist, causing tingles to explode in my chest. "No one heard me but you... So, tell me does the thought of me fucking you right now, maybe against a tree in the moonlight, turn you on?"

Crude... that's what Ryan is. He doesn't have a filter on him and over the past months I've learned to either ignore or embrace it...

...and judging by the way my core pulsed, I'm unknowingly embracing it.

"I said we were to be covert," I hiss fighting away the lustful feelings he evokes in me before turning to face him with a glare. "You'd think an ex-navy seal would know the meaning of such a word..."

Damn he looks good. He's in a sharp grey suit but he wears a vest rather than a jacket. The dress shirt clings to his well chiselled physique and I want nothing more than to touch him.

He grew out his hair a while back after he noticed I liked to grab his hair when he's doing sinful things to me with his mouth.

Ryan is an animal in bed yes, but there's so much more to him. He's sweet, tender and kind... also patient, so fucking patient...

He's been there when I woke up in the nights memories resurfacing, after 20 plus years they came back.

I was a mess and he... he stuck through it with me but, I find it hard to be with him.