Ryan Conner Gifs Novels & Stories

Connor’s gray Volkswagen is parked right on the path. As I approach, Connor opens the passenger side door, and I see Ryker in the back rolling down the window to show me a bottle of gin. “WHO'S READY FOR A PARTY?!” he yells across the street. “Shut up!” I quickly respond, worried Mason might hear.

“No. Dad told me everything Connor had confessed, but I still can’t place who Connor is.” I furrow my eyebrows as Ryan chuckles beside me. He doesn’t respond. Instead, he smiles and pulls out his phone. Within a few seconds, he turns his phone towards me. “This is why you probably don’t recognize him. He used to be chubby and wear glasses until you and Deanna stood up to those mean kids for him. Deanna instantly became his sunshine from that day on and he worked to prove to her he is more than a nerd.” I gasp as I look at the picture. It is Deanna’s first crush. The guy who kissed her alongside the WW Enterprises building. Her first kiss.

My clit doesn't. Ryan is the quiet one. Twenty-nine. Dark-skinned, tall, built like he lives at the gym because he does – he's a personal trainer. He speaks in short sentences and long glances. Never flirts. Never makes a move. But I catch him watching me – when I'm cooking, when I'm stretching on the living room floor, when I come downstairs in shorts and a tank top and his eyes follow the length of my legs with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. Ryan is the one who scares me most because his silence feels like a coiled spring and I want to be underneath it when it snaps.

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

Ryan cursed before he can kill any of them, he had to take down those damn darts. He looked at the rogues and counted five of them wielding the guns, the others only held dagger or a switchblade. Ryan launched himself at them, One of them was able to get three more shots at him. Ryan staggered from the number of drugs being pumped into him. His wolf was almost gone, he heard a new hussle on the other side to find Aiden had jumped into the fray and was engaging the councilmen. He knew it won't be long before Luka and Amanda will be overpowered by Edgar. He was fighting a losing battle, and when he saw Aiden cornered, he was awash with hatred and let his wolf out. Ryker went berserk. He roared

Ryan asked and Connor scoffed. "I am off to my room." He said and Ryan snorted. "Sleep tight." He said through the mind link. Connor pulled off his shirt and slumped down on the bed. He covered his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to pin point what was baffling him exactly. What was it? What was it? What was... That back? He does not know why he felt weird while informing the pack of their new Luna. It was as if he was doing to the wrong thing.

Dani woke up just now, and I went to coax her…] Before she could send the message, she received a picture first. She tapped the picture, trembling. After downloading it, she almost had a nosebleed. In the picture, Ryan was only wearing men’s boxer shorts. The gray pajama pants earlier were gone, exposing his straight, long legs in the air. Freya did not want to look, but her eyes rested uncontrollably on the picture. After a moment, her face started burning up. Ryan sent a message: [This is my limit. I can’t go any further.]

But nothing met my frightened gaze. Ryan’s brow furrowed as he turned to search the room, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. “We’re good,” he grunted. The intense expression on his face was so unfamiliar, so different from the carefree, charming smile he usually wore. “I’ve gotta get you out of these restraints. Stay calm, okay?” Ryan’s jaw clenched as he unsheathed a single, deadly claw. With intense concentration, he began to swipe at my restraints. Despite my best efforts to remain silent, small whimpers escaped my lips as the rope dug deeper into my flesh with each stroke of his claw.

That must have hurt. “Ouuuchh!!” Connor cried in pain. “Why did you do that for?” he asked in indignation rubbing his ribs while his current girlfriend looked at Kate like she wanted to murder her. “You’re trying to fix me up with John?” “What’s wrong with him?” Ryce had defied instead of cowering and Aidan had to suppress the smile from forming on his lips. Connor was going to have his hide. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with him,” she had shouted over the loud music picking up a glass and throwing the content his way. Thankfully Ryce ducked and she missed her target.

Vicky Gavin walked right in swinging, that same cold smirk on her face like she knew she was about to fuck up the whole moment. She stopped short when she saw us—me naked on the pole edge, fingers still buried deep, Ryan standing there with that massive hard-on tenting his pants. Her eyes narrowed, flicking between us fast. I froze mid-grind, breath catching, but I didn’t pull my hand away. Ryan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away from me.