Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(25)

It starts to rain and tiny droplets of water start to pepper my skin but he is undeterred. He increases the pressure and pace until my orgasm tears through my body like he has ignited a keg of black powder.

My legs tremble as he licks and sucks every last tremor from me and I moan his name. When he stands, his hands go straight to his belt and zipper and I look up at him. His eyes blaze with fire and he licks his lips which are glistening with my arousal. The rain is falling heavier now, but neither of us care as he pulls his beautiful cock free and edges closer to me.

Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist as he presses the tip against my opening. “I have never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I do you right now, Jessie.”

“Please, Shane?” I pant as I reach for him, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket until he folds over me, pressing his lips against mine as he drives his cock into me. His tongue slides into my mouth as he nails me to the hood of this beautiful car. The rain gets heavier and heavier, until it is dripping from his hair onto my face and the back of his jacket is saturated, but all we are focused on is the primal need to take as much of each other as we possibly can.

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at the wet strands as I squeeze my legs tighter around his waist while his hands fist in my hair and he rails into me like we might never get the chance to do this again.

“Your pussy is a magnet for my cock, sweetheart,” he groans into my mouth. “I can’t keep the fuck out of you.”

As he keeps on fucking me relentlessly, I tip over the edge again, shouting his name into the darkness as he grinds out his own release.





Chapter 15





Jessie





Shane is sitting up in bed with his hands behind his head when I walk out of the bathroom. We were both soaked through by the time we got back to the hotel an hour ago, and even more so after when we ended up in the shower together fully clothed. Not that our clothes stayed on for long.

I take off my towel, grab one of his t-shirts from the drawer and pull it on before I walk to the bed.

He watches me with a wicked grin on his face. “There are no clothes allowed in bed. You should know that, Jessie. It’s the law here in Ireland.”

“Oh really?” I smile back. “And whose law is that? Ryan’s law?”

“Well, that’s the only one you need to concern yourself with, sweetheart. Now take it off.”

“But I’m cold.”

“That’s what duvets and hot chocolate are for.”

I glance over and see the two mugs of hot chocolate on the nightstand, each with tiny marshmallows floating on top.

“You made hot chocolate?”

“Relax, Hacker. I only poured water onto some powder,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Now take off the damn t-shirt.”

Knowing this is an argument I’m not going to win, not that I particularly want to, I peel it off over my head and jump into bed. He wraps an arm around me and pulls the duvet over us both before he hands me a mug.

I wrap my hands around it and take a sip of the hot, frothy liquid. It has quite a kick. “You add your own special ingredient too?” I ask with a sigh as the chocolate and liquor warm my throat.

“Hmm. I might have,” he chuckles.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Shane Ryan?”

He hugs me tighter to him. “Now why would I want to do that, sweetheart, when I only have to kiss your neck to make you wet?”

I nudge him lightly in the ribs and he chuckles. “You’re an arrogant asshole. Have I ever told you that?”

“Many, many times,” he says before he plants a kiss on the top of my head. “Doesn’t mean I don’t speak the truth though.”

I snuggle into him, sipping my chocolate. He does speak the truth. In fact, he doesn’t even have to kiss my neck. Just the way he looks at me has me a hot trembling mess.

“No sassy comeback?”

“No,” I say with a contended sigh. “Now what are we watching?”

He picks up the remote with his free hand and turns on the TV and Mamma Mia is on. “I love this film,” I shriek.

“Fuck no!” he snaps as he lifts the remote to switch over.

“Aw please, Shane. I don’t usually like rom-coms, but this one just does it for me. Please can we watch it?”

He groans loudly. “For fuck’s sake!” He tosses the remote onto the bed, but then he leans back, wrapping his arm tighter around me and resting his cheek on my head. “You owe me big time for this, Hacker.”

“I’ll do anything you want, Sir,” I purr as I snuggle against his chest.

“Behave!” he growls. “Or you won’t get a chance to watch the movie or finish that hot chocolate.”

“And why is that?” I whisper.

“Because your mouth will be otherwise engaged.”



The following morning, I lie in bed, still in an orgasm induced haze as I watch Shane dressing. He is going out for the day and I am once again confined to the hotel room. Not that I haven’t enjoyed a few days of relaxing, but I am easily bored.

“Maybe I’ll nip down to the pool today,” I say as I chew on my lip.

“You know I’d rather you didn’t leave the suite,” he frowns at me.