Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(69)

Is this too hard for him? As Conor puts a hand on his older brother’s shoulder, it breaks the spell between us and Shane takes his place next to Conor.

When I reach them, I suck in a deep breath. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.

“You look…” Conor shakes his head, unable to finish his sentence.

“Beautiful.” Shane finishes for him.

“Yeah. You look hot, Red,” Mikey grins while Liam winks at me.

“Thank you,” I whisper and then the five of us stand there staring at each other.

“Are we ready?” Aunt Em clears her throat, making us all turn toward her. She is officiating this wedding today. Not that she is licensed to, but this wedding isn’t exactly traditional.

“Yes,” Conor says with a firm nod of his head.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Then let’s begin,” Aunt Em says. “I know we’re doing this your own unique way, so do you boys have the rings?”

“Yup,” Mikey says as he pulls one from his pocket.

I bite on my lip as Mikey takes hold of my hand and slides the beautiful thin platinum band onto my finger. It is set with a small, but exquisite ruby. “Red, because you’ll always be our Red, and because it’s the color of love,” he says.

I swallow the lump in my throat as Liam steps up next. “Blue for those incredible baby blues of yours,” he says as he slides the second band onto my finger which has a small sapphire stone. It slides against the first one perfectly, the two stones sitting slightly adjacent and the platinum shaped to fit together like a jigsaw.

Conor steps up next. He takes my hand in his and brushes his fingertips over my knuckles before he slips the third band onto my hand which is set with an emerald. “And green for all the Irish in you,” he smiles at me and I giggle.

He bends and kisses my hand before he steps back into line.

“We’re not at the kissing part yet,” Aunt Em chides him good naturedly.

Finally Shane steps forward. He takes my hand and slides the fourth ring onto my finger. His hand is covering it and I don’t see it until he has it secured in place, fitting perfectly against the first three. The final piece in the puzzle. It is a beautiful pink diamond. The three other stones are set slightly off center, allowing them to fit together seamlessly. But this one is larger, and in the center of the ring. Like the star on top of the Christmas tree. “And a diamond for forever,” he says, his voice thick with emotion and I want to pull him into my arms and kiss him right now. I want to kiss all of them. To spend the rest of my life with any one of these men would make me happier than I had ever dreamed, but to share it with all four of them is beyond my wildest imaginings.

Of course this isn’t a legal ceremony and our wedding won’t be recognized by the state of New York, but we don’t care. As Em told us, we are expressing our commitment to each other to the universe, and to Mother Nature herself.

“Do you have your rings, Jessie?” Em asks as I stand there staring at the stunning jewelry these men have just placed on my finger. They are cut so that they seem like four pieces of the same ring, and that’s so fitting, because these men are four pieces of the same heart. And they have captured mine completely.

“Yes,” I stammer as I take the small velvet pouch from inside my dress. I open it and shake out the four platinum bands onto my hand. They are simple thick bands of precious metal, but each bear the same inscription.

We were written in the stars.





Chapter 51





Jessie





It has been an incredible day, not that I had expected any less. I’ve heard plenty of people talk about their wedding day and how special it was, but I never thought I would experience one myself. I certainly didn’t think I’d be sharing it with the four hottest and most amazing men to ever walk this earth. Our honeymoon for now is a long weekend in our beautiful house on the lake, but we didn’t want to be away from the city any longer because Aunt Em, Aoife and Noel, along with their four month old son, Archie, are visiting from Ireland and we don’t want to be away from them for too long. We have two weeks in a villa in the Caribbean booked in a month’s time, and I cannot wait for that, but in the meantime I am happy here with my boys.

We waved Em, Aoife and the boys off a few moments earlier. Shane did offer them the use of a couple of bedrooms for the night, seeing as we are only likely to be using one of them, but thankfully they politely declined.

Now it’s just me and my four husbands. They chat amongst themselves and I busy myself clearing some of the glasses and plates we have used. Suddenly the room is quiet and when I look up I see the four of them staring at me, their eyes roaming over my body with such desire that I feel like my panties are about to melt off me.

“What is it?” I whisper.

Mikey chews on his lip while the other three continue to stare at me.

“I think we’re all thinking the same thing, Jessie,” Shane growls.

“And what’s that?” I breathe.

“Which one of us gets to be the first to fuck Mrs. Ryan,” he replies with a wicked glint in his eye.

Dear God!

“We could let Jessie decide?” Liam suggests.

“No,” I shake my head. “I can’t choose between the four of you.”