Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(62)

Shane turns to her. “They both fucked your pussy at the same time?” he whispers, but loud enough for us all to hear.

“Yes,” she chews on her lip.

“Fuck!” Conor hisses.

“What was it like?” Shane frowns in bemusement, as though he has never considered this as an option before. And I suppose he hasn’t. He’s not as used to sharing as me and Liam are.

“Amazing!” she whispers.

“Fucking epic!” I add.

“Uh-huh,” Liam agrees.

“It’s not something I could do a lot though, if you know what I mean. I need some recovery time,” she purrs and my cock twitches in my sweatpants.

“Fuck, Angel, do you have to make me constantly hard?” Conor groans.

“Like how much recovery time?” Shane frowns at her.

“To do that again? Like a week or two, maybe?”

“And how about for just regular stuff?”

“I’d say nothing involving this whole region,” she waves a hand over her groin, “for at least four days.”

“Four days?” Conor snaps. “Fuck that!”

“You put our girl out of action for four days?” Shane glares at me and Liam and I see Jessie’s shoulders shaking as she laughs silently.

“She’s fucking with you.” I grin at him and he turns to her.

“Are you?”

“Of course I am,” she chuckles. “I’ll be fine tomorrow. Just nothing more tonight, okay?”

“Fine,” Shane says before kissing her temple, but Conor sighs deeply and shakes his head. Jessie wraps her arms around his neck and whispers something in his ear that I don’t hear, but it makes him laugh out loud. Then he kisses her too and she sits at the kitchen island with a huge goofy grin on her face and my older brothers looking at her like they might eat her if I don’t get this chili made soon.





Chapter 45





Shane





We all sit around the dining table having devoured second helpings of Mikey’s chili, which I had almost forgotten tasted so good.

“It’s a good thing Jessie is already out of action for the night,” Mikey laughs as he pats his flat stomach. “Because I don’t know about you all, but I am fit to bursting and I can barely breathe, let alone do anything more fun.”

Liam nods and groans his agreement.

Conor is sitting beside her and he wraps an arm around her shoulder. “Well, neither of you are getting your filthy little mitts anywhere near our girl tonight anyway, because she is spending the night in my room.”

“Yes I am,” she smiles and rests her head on his shoulder. “I need some TLC.”

Conor kisses her forehead softly.

My cell is on the table and it starts to vibrate as Erin’s name and number flashes on the screen and I frown. Why the hell is she calling me after ten at night?

“Hello,” I answer, feeling Jessie’s eyes burning into me.

“Shane,” she purrs. “I have the final papers for your father’s estate here. We should really get them signed as soon as possible so that everything can be tied up before the funeral on Wednesday, and then we can head back to New York immediately after.”

“Fine. I’ll call round to your firm’s offices tomorrow.”

“Actually, I have to fly to London tomorrow and I won’t be back until the morning of the funeral. It would be best if we could get these signed now.”

I sigh and run a hand over my jaw. “Where shall I meet you?”

“I’m still at the hotel.”

“The hotel? I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon.”

I end the call and put my cell on the table as four pairs of eyes stare at me. “You’re meeting Erin in a hotel?” Mikey arches an eyebrow at me.

I look at Jessie when I answer him. “I need to sign some papers for her.”

“Can’t it wait until morning?” Conor asks.

My eyes stay fixed on Jessie’s and hers on mine. “No. She has to fly to London first thing apparently. I’d better get going so I can do this and get back here.”

“Drive safely,” she says and for once, I can’t read her at all. She is either completely okay with this or being sarcastic.

I push my chair back and stand up. “Come here.” I hold out my hand to her and she takes it. I pull her up from her chair and wrap my arms around her waist. “It’s just business. I’ll be back soon.”

“I know,” she says before pushing up onto her tiptoes and kissing me softly. I kiss her back, wrapping her hair around my fist and tilting her head to the perfect angle so I can tongue-fuck her mouth. Her soft moans make my cock hard and I have to pull back from her and look down at her beautiful face. I dust my knuckles over her cheek.

“I’ll be back in two hours.”

“I know,” she says and I think she has finally learned to trust me where Erin is concerned.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear and then with a final squeeze of her ass, I walk out of the kitchen.



An hour later, I am standing at the door to Erin’s hotel room waiting for her to answer. I’m almost expecting her to come to the door in a negligee or some lace underwear complete with stockings and suspenders, but she wouldn’t do that. She’s never been that obvious.