Ryan Renewed: New York Ruthless: Book 5

The moon is full as I sit on the roof terrace looking at the view and enjoying the quiet. I left the party about ten minutes ago because I needed some fresh air and some peace. I don’t celebrate birthdays. They only remind me that I’m getting older and closer to death, while I still have so much to do with my life. They make me reflective in a way that I don’t like.

I could have strangled my brothers earlier. What the fuck they were thinking agreeing to throw me a surprise party I’ll never know. But then I saw her face and I knew she was behind it, and how the fuck do I stay mad at her, or any of them, when I know that they did this out of love for me? I’m not sure I’m worthy of the kind of devotion that I have from Jessie when I’ve done nothing to deserve it.

I spin around when I hear footsteps behind me and see Alejandro Montoya walking toward me, holding the bottle of whiskey he bought me in his hand. He and I have been buddies for a long time, and back when we were both single, along with his best buddy, Jackson Decker, we had plenty of nights out where we got drunk and picked up hot women. Understandably, none of us have any desire to do that any longer given we’re all happily married.

“I thought you might want to crack open this?” He holds out the bottle of Midleton Chapter One.

“Is that why you bought me a forty-thousand dollar bottle of whiskey for my birthday, so you could drink it yourself?” I grin at him.

“Maybe,” he replies with a shrug and a smile before he takes a seat beside me and hands me the bottle. “Now crack it open.”

I break the seal and he holds out his empty glass. I pour each of us a generous measure before placing the open bottle on the table and leaning back in my chair. I take a sip and the rich liquid burns my throat.

“So, forty, huh?” Alejandro says with a chuckle.

“Not yet, buddy,” I remind him and he laughs harder.

He arches an eyebrow at me. “I never figured you for the birthday party kind of guy.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

“Ah, Jessie,” he says.

“Yup.” I take another sip of my whiskey. “I never figured you for this kind of guy either.”

“I’m not.”

“Alana?”

“Yup.”

“What are we letting these women do to us, buddy?”

“Make us better men,” he says with certainty and I realize he’s right. Everything about my life is better with Jessie in it. Everything about me is better.

“Where are the boys?” I ask him. He and Alana have three year old twin boys. They would usually stay with Lucia and Jackson when Alejandro and Alana are out of town, but they’re both here too.

“They’re with my mama and papa. We’re flying back first thing tomorrow before they give their grandparents a heart attack.”

I laugh out loud at that. I remember how challenging Mikey and Liam were at that age. I practically raised my twin brothers and I still haven’t recovered from the ordeal.

“I miss them too much to stay away,” he says as he takes a sip of his whiskey. “Dario is so like his mom, but Tomás is just like me when I was a kid. He’s going to make me gray before I’m forty.”

“You’re forty next year!”

“I know!”

“You ever miss your life before you had them?”

“Not for one fucking second.” He turns to me and winks. “You worried you might?”

“I don’t know,” I say with a sigh.

“How are things going?” he asks. Jessie told Alana that we were trying for a baby when she met her back in LA.

“Not great,” I admit. “I mean I love the baby-making part…” I take another sip of my drink.

“Well, yeah,” Alejandro nods his agreement.

“But I hate the effect it has on her. Every month…” I shake my head.

He knows. Alana had trouble conceiving and they had their twins through fertility treatment. Jessie was convinced she’d fall pregnant as soon as we started trying. But then her period arrived that first month and she was devastated. I suppose we were all a little disappointed. But we kept on trying, and we try hard. Now every month when her period arrives she is heartbroken all over again and I feel powerless to help her.

“It’s hard, amigo. I remember how upset Alana used to get. How helpless I felt not being able to fix it for her. She put so much pressure on herself.”

“Jessie does the same. It feels like our lives have become about getting pregnant. And don’t get me wrong, I love trying to get her pregnant. I want a kid with her. But it’s starting to affect everything else. How do you stop it creeping into every aspect of your life? It’s like we’re just repeating the same cycle over and over again.”

“That’s because you literally are,” he says with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, Shane. It’s hard when that’s what she wants. I remember how fucking heartbroken Alana used to get. How sometimes it made sex feel like something we had to do and it kinda took the edge off at times, you know? I mean fucking my wife is my favorite think to do in the whole world, but I don’t miss the pressure.”

“Hmm.”

“You need to find a way to take the pressure off. I mean Jessie is only twenty-seven, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So there’s no rush?”

“I know that, but she keeps thinking there’s something wrong with her.”

“There’s no easy answer, amigo. I wish there was.”

More footsteps behind us make us turn as his wife, Alana makes her way toward us.

“Hey, princess,” Alejandro says as he wraps his arm around her waist.

“Hey,” she stifles a yawn. “Your aunt is looking for you, Shane.”

I down my drink and place the glass on the table before checking my watch. It’s after two.

“We should probably get going if you want to get any sleep before our flight,” she says to her husband.

He stands up and smacks her on the ass, making her giggle. “A hotel suite to ourselves? We won’t be sleeping, princess.” He smiles at her and her cheeks flush pink.

“Thank you for an epic evening, amigo,” he says, holding his arms wide, and I stand too so he can hug me.

“Thank you for coming, buddy, I really appreciate it.”

“Any time,” he replies.

When he lets me go, I hug Alana too.

“You and Jessie and the boys will have to come visit us again soon,” she says. “Jessie told me you have a club near us now. We should go?”

“No!” Alejandro barks as he pulls her to him and wraps his arms around her. “Not a chance, princess.”

I laugh out loud because he sounds like Conor. We own a string of exclusive, private members’ clubs – or sex clubs as they are more commonly known – across the States and Europe, including one in New York and one in LA. Conor refuses to let us take Jessie to one either.

“We’ll see,” she flashes her eyebrows at him and I know that he’ll give in to her eventually because the look in his eyes when he’s staring at her is all too familiar to me. It is the look of a man who would do anything to make her happy.

I see the last of our guests out and walk into the den to see Liam and Mikey asleep at either end of the sofa. There is an empty bottle of tequila on the floor which explains their comatose state. Jessie and Conor are clearing up.

“There you are,” Jessie says, blowing a strand of hair from her face. “Did you say goodbye to everyone? Em, Aoife and Noel are flying back tomorrow, but they said they’ll stop by for some breakfast first.”

“I did. I just spoke with them.” I walk toward her. “And now I want to go to bed.”

“I just need to finish here.” She smiles at me as I pull her into my arms.

“We’ll do it tomorrow,” I insist as my hands drop to her ass and I squeeze.

She flutters her eyelashes at me. “It won’t take long.”

“I’ll take care of it. You two head to bed,” Conor says and I wink at him in appreciation. He’s such a good brother.

“Are you sure?” Jessie says but I hoist her over my shoulder and she squeals with laughter.

I slap her ass and walk out of the room, heading straight to her bedroom because it’s closer than mine. “He just said he’d take care of it.”

Once we get inside, I throw her down on the bed and start to pull off my clothes.

She looks up at me, her blue eyes shining as she arches an eyebrow at me. “I thought you were tired?”

“I never said I was tired. I said I wanted to go to bed. I’ve been desperate to fuck you since I got home eight hours ago. Now take off your clothes and spread those legs wide so I can see my beautiful pussy.”

“You’re so bossy,” she pouts but she sits up and pulls her dress off over her head before taking off her bra and panties. Then she lies back and looks up at me while I finish undressing.

“Spread them, sweetheart,” I remind her.

Her cheeks flush pink as she does as I ask.

“You’re soaking already, Jessie,” I say as I crawl onto the bed.

“I know,” she breathes.

I pepper soft kisses on her ankle, working my way over her calves, her knees and her thighs, edging closer to where I want to feel her the most. I can smell how wet she is and it’s making my cock weep for her.

“Did you like your birthday gift?” she purrs.

“I haven’t tasted it yet,” I chuckle.

“I mean your watch.”

I stop what I’m doing and crawl up the bed to her. I’m wearing the watch now. It’s a Breitling. It’s fucking beautiful, but I love it because she chose it for me, and because she had it inscribed. “Yes, I do. Thank you.” I settle between her thighs and kiss her softly. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m so glad you liked it,” she breathes. “The inscription…”

“I know what it means,” I whisper.

“Your Aunt Em helped me get the Gaelic right. Or Gaelige, that’s it, right?”

“Yes.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.” I kiss her softly. “I think we’re a part of the same star too.”

“You do?” She smiles at me.

“Hmm.” I start to trail kisses over her neck, down to her breasts and she moans softly as I suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth. “Now how about we become part of the same body instead?”

“That doesn’t make sense,” she laughs softly.

“It will when I’m inside you,” I murmur against her skin as I move lower, closer to where I was a few moments ago when she interrupted me. She whimpers as I edge closer, pressing soft kisses over her mound as I push her legs wider apart. “Damn! You smell so fucking good, Jessie,” I say before I swirl my tongue over her sensitive clit and she bucks her hips against me.

“Shane!” she moans and my cock throbs. That is the sweetest fucking sound in this world. I want to take my time eating her because she tastes so fucking good, but I can hardly wait to get inside her. My cock is aching for her pussy. I slide two fingers into her wet heat and the groan rumbles through her entire body as she rocks her hips against me.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers.

“You taste so fucking good,” I mumble as I lap up her sweet juices. I suck and lick and finger-fuck her hard until she comes all over my fingers and my mouth, her cum soaking me.

When her legs stop trembling, I slide my fingers out and suck them clean. My balls draw up into my stomach as her sweet, salty arousal coats my tongue.

“Shane,” she purrs as she reaches for me and curls her fingers in my hair.

“You need more, sweetheart?” I look up at her beautiful face, her cheeks flushed pink and her bright blue eyes dark with desire.

“I want all of you.”

“Hmm.” I wipe my mouth and crawl up to her, resting on my forearms as I edge the tip of my cock into her dripping cunt. “More?”

“More,” she groans as she wraps legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and deeper until I sink all the way into her smooth wet heat.

Fuck me, she feels too damn good. I can never get enough of her.

She gasps as I rock my hips and reach that spot deep inside her. Her walls pulse around me, milking my cock with her hungry little squeezes. I press my lips over hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself on me. Her soft moans ripple through my body, making me even more desperate for her. Waves of hot pleasure roll through my chest and core as I sink deeper into her with each thrust. I’m torn between my need to nail her into the mattress and wanting to draw this out for as long as possible.

I have never been so close to another person as I am to her. Our bodies couldn’t be any more a part of each other’s than they are right now. She is the ray of light in the dark world we live in and I would rather die than live without her.

“What are you thinking about?” she breathes as she runs her fingers through my hair and I realize I’m staring into her eyes.

“How much I love you.”

She blinks away a tear and then gives me one of her incredible smiles. “How much do you love me?”

“You know already,” I growl as I drive harder and she shudders in my arms.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

“I know,” I mumble as I bury my face against her neck. It took me a long time to let her inside the walls I spent a lifetime building.

It took me an even longer time to trust her again after she left us, but I feel her love for me in every single thing she does and says.

“Shane!” she whimpers as she clings to me while I keep fucking her slowly, drawing out the pleasure for both of us for as long as I can.