Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(8)

Shane was in the unfortunate position of having just taken a mouthful of his whiskey and the sound that he makes as he almost chokes on his drink, while simultaneously laughing and coughing, makes me giggle.

I look over at Erin, who simply rolls her eyes in disgust as Shane tries to stop whiskey from running out of his nose. It is a beautiful sight to see the usually cool, calm and collected alpha I have come to love, so completely undone, and I don’t think he has ever looked sexier.

When he finally regains his ability to breathe normally he looks at me. “Fuck, Jessie,” he says as he shakes his head.

“Well, do they?” I ask with an arch of one eyebrow.

“Not like any pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he replies as he starts laughing again.

“Well, you would know,” Erin says, almost inaudibly. “You’ve tasted every pussy on this plane.”

Shane stops laughing and scowls at her as I blink at him. There are three women on this plane. I think of the beautiful, tall, blonde stewardess who just served us. Damn! He really does have a type.

“Erin!” he snarls.

I blink at him in confusion. “You and Wendy?”

He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to answer but Erin speaks first. “Oh, yes. You and she had quite the trip to Italy, didn’t you?” she says over the rim of her martini glass.

“Italy?”

“It was an extended layover.”

“An extended lay,” Erin snorts.

“Enough!” Shane barks to her.

I sit back in my seat feeling wounded. I know that Shane has slept with plenty of women before me. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But the fact that, once again, Erin has been allowed to blindside me, stings. Not to mention he took her to Italy! Like one of the most romantic places in the world.

He leans forward and places a hand on my knee. “I didn’t realize she’d be on this flight, or I would have told you before,” he says quietly.

I turn my head to look out of the window and hear him sigh as he leans back in his seat.

Only a few minutes have passed when he stands up. He holds his hand out to me so it is practically in my face and I can’t ignore him.

I want to, but then I see Erin watching us from the corner of my eye. I know where Shane wants to take me. There is a bedroom on this plane and isn’t that how we always work out our differences? A part of me would like to tell him to take one of his other conquests in there instead, but if only to wipe the smug grin of that woman’s face, I take his hand and follow him to the back of the plane.

I step inside the room and he closes the door behind us. He reaches for my hand but I back away from him.

He frowns at me. “I didn’t know she was going to be on this flight. I haven’t seen her for years.”

“You should have told me once you knew that she was,” I say as I fold my arms across my chest.

“Really? How would that have gone? Jessie, meet Wendy. We used to fuck back in the day.”

“You don’t have to be sarcastic,” I snap.

“For fuck’s sake!” He runs his hands through his hair. “So we fucked? I fucked a lot of women before I met you, Jessie.”

“Okay,” I say as I take a step towards him. “How would you have felt if Erin had just casually announced that I had sucked every cock on this plane?”

His face darkens as he glares at me. “Then one of us would be learning to fly a plane real quick, sweetheart, because you only just met them today!”

I shake my head. “You know what I mean, Shane. Don’t make out like I’m always being unreasonable. You took our stewardess to Italy and fucked each other’s brains out, and Erin had to be the one to tell me.”

“I didn’t take her to Italy. She was working on the plane. We hit it off.”

“So you did fuck her brains out then?” I ask, noticing he didn’t deny that.

“Jessie!”

Of course he did. This man fucks like it’s an Olympic sport.

“It was just sex. Nothing more,” he adds softly.

“Well you and I were just about sex once. Remember?”

He bends his head lower, his breath dusting over my cheek. “You and I both know that we have never been just about sex, sweetheart. Now, stop being a brat or I will take off my belt and spank your ass so hard that everyone on this plane will hear.”

Why the thought of that makes my pussy contract in anticipation is beyond me, but this man does things to my body that I can barely fathom. “I doubt they would hear it over the engines,” I whisper as I slide my hands around his neck and curl his hair around my fingertips.

“You willing to bet your ass on that?” he breathes.

“No.” I give a small shake of my head. As much as I love his spankings, I really don’t want Wendy or Erin to hear that. “But are there any more little secrets that Erin might spring on me?”

“None that I can think of. But we might run into an ex-girlfriend or two when we’re in Ireland. You okay with that?” He slides his arms around my waist.

“Yes. But please let me know when I do.”

“I will.” He bends his head and brushes his lips over mine, taunting me with the promise of a kiss.

“Did you fuck Wendy in this bed?” I whisper and he pushes me back against the wall, sliding one of his hands up my body, he wraps it around my throat, tilting my neck slightly so I am staring up into his incredible green eyes.