Ryan Renewed: New York Ruthless: Book 5

I walk into the master bedroom to find Jessie but I can’t see her. It’s our second night at the lake house and it has been without a doubt two of the best days of my entire life. I love sharing her with my brothers, but I also love getting her to myself for a while too. Both Mikey and I have managed some time alone with her and I know he loves it just as much as I do.

The light from the bathroom is on and the door is half-open so I walk inside. She’s putting a box of tampons back on the shelf but she must hear me coming in because she turns and looks at me. When she does, my heart breaks for her. Tears are running down her face and she wipes them away with her hand.

I cross the room in two strides and wrap my arms around her, picking her up so she can wrap her legs around me too.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper in her ear.

She sobs into my neck as she clings to me. This has happened every month for the last seven months and I swear each time she gets even more heartbroken than the last and it kills me to see her so upset. I walk back into the bedroom as Mikey walks in. He looks at us both, his eyes wide as he wonders why our wife is sobbing in my arms.

“She got her period,” I whisper as I carry her to the bed.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Red,” Mikey says as he walks to us, hugging her from behind until she is the Jessie-meat in a Ryan-brother sandwich.

“I’m fine,” she sniffs but her hot tears keep falling onto my neck.

I flash my eyebrows at Mikey and he nods his understanding. We need to take care of our girl. Shane and Conor will want to know but they’ll only worry about her if I call them now.

Mikey presses a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “You got cramps too, Red?”

“Yeah,” she whispers.

He rubs her back. “I’ll go make you some of Conor and Shane’s stinky stuff.”

“Thanks, Mikey,” she mumbles.

With a final kiss on the top of her head, he walks out of the room to go make her one of our older brother’s famous healing poultices. They stink, but they are great for muscle pain. They are the best thing for period cramps according to Jessie too – well aside from orgasms, but she’s clearly not in the mood for any of them right now. Not that she ever is on her first day. The cramps are worse in the first twenty-four hours; it’s the second day when she gets hornier than a teenage boy at the beach.

I crawl onto the bed and lie down, pulling her on top of me. She’s stopped crying and she just lies there on me while I rub my hands over her back.

“It will be okay, baby,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her cheeks where it’s gotten stuck to them with her tears.

“What if it’s not, Liam?” she whispers.

I cup her chin, tilting her face so I can look into her beautiful blue eyes. “What do you mean?”

“What if I can’t give you all a baby?”

I frown at her. “But you will. You know what the doc said. It could take up to a year or more.”

“But what if there’s something wrong with me?” Her voice sounds so small and quiet. Seeing my feisty, stubborn wife this broken is too fucking hard to deal with. “There is nothing wrong with you, Jessie. And we don’t care about a baby as long as we have you.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” she sniffs.

“I’m not.”

“But I thought you all wanted a baby?”

“We want you, Jessie. A happy you. We should never have started with those stupid ovulation tests.”

She blinks at me and I wince. I shouldn’t have said that aloud, but it’s true. I’ve been thinking for a couple of months that there’s too much pressure attached to this whole baby-making thing, for Jessie at least. Not that fucking her senseless for three days a month isn’t fun, but we do that pretty much every day regardless.

“Mikey!” Jessie groans softly and my eyes snap open. She’s lying on her side in between the two of us, facing me with her back pressed up against him. But why is she moaning his fucking name in my ear? She never gets us mixed up.

It’s hot and we don’t have any covers over us. Glancing down, I see my twin’s hand in her panties and everything becomes clear.

“You pair of fucking deviants,” I chuckle.

“She’s got cramps, haven’t you, baby?” Mikey whispers.

“Uh-huh,” she groans as she bites down on her lip.

I turn onto my side and keep watching them, his hand fisting in her panties as he rubs her clit. She drapes her leg over mine and grinds herself onto me.

“Are you close, baby?” I ask as I brush her hair back from her face.

“Yes,” she moans as she looks up at me through her long, dark lashes.

I lean forward and kiss her, sliding my tongue inside her as she wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me closer until I feel Mikey’s hand working her now as it’s wedged between us. Her body tenses as her orgasm draws closer and she sucks me deeper into her mouth, clawing at my neck as my brother tips her over the edge. I swallow her whimpers and moans as he keeps on rubbing her clit until she melts into us both. She pulls back, gulping in air.

“You’re so fucking horny, Red,” Mikey chuckles.

“Me?” She giggles. “You’re the one who woke me up with your hand in my panties.”

“Because you were grinding that fine ass of yours on my cock,” he protests. “You knew exactly what you were doing, Red.”

“Hmm, maybe,” she purrs and my cock throbs at the sound.

“How are your cramps?”

“A little better,” she breathes.

“You need some more help?” I arch an eyebrow at her and she nods.

I suck my two fingers, coating them with spit before I slide my hand between us, beneath the waistband of her underwear and to her hot pussy until I find her clit. I apply gentle pressure and she gasps as I keep circling the swollen bud of flesh with my fingers. I’m as hard as iron and I am fucking desperate to pull that tampon out of her and fuck her, but I know she’ll be too sore for that right now. She reaches into my shorts and squeezes my dick, making me suck in a breath.

I look at my twin over her shoulder and he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He takes hold of her wrist and pulls her hand away, lacing his fingers through hers.

“Just relax and let us take care of you, Red,” he growls in her ear.

“Hmm,” I murmur as I trail soft kisses over her jaw as Mikey does the same to her neck. “This can just be about you. Okay?”

“Okay.” She smiles and her eyelids flicker as I bring her close to the edge again. She is so fucking selfless when it comes to us and I love being able to take care of her. I kiss her again as I rub my fingers over her swollen clit, circling the delicate bundle of nerves as I tongue-fuck her mouth. Her nipples are hard against my chest as she presses herself against me. Her skin is hot and damp as she lies sandwiched between me and my twin. Mikey pulls her hips back slightly, to allow my hand more room, and no doubt so he can grind his cock on her beautiful ass while he sucks on her neck.

“Fuck, Liam!” she moans into my mouth, grinding herself onto my hand as her orgasm hits. She shudders, bucking against me and whimpering as I keep on working my fingers until every last tremor has ebbed away.

I break our kiss and pull back so I can get a good look at her. Her eyes dark and her cheeks flushed pink. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, baby.”

Her blush deepens and she smiles at me. “So are you,” she whispers.

“You feel better now, Red?” Mikey asks.

“Yes,” she breathes as she stretches her body. “Thank you, both.”

I cup her chin in my hand, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “You sure?” I ask her and she blinks at me. We both know I’m not just talking about the cramps.

“Yeah,” she says with a soft sigh. “There’s always next month, right?”

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” I say with a wink and she presses her head against my chest until I’m looking into the concerned face of my twin.

He shakes his head softly. Our girl is heartbroken and I wish I could fix it for her.