Ryan Rule: New York Ruthless Book 1

The pins and needles in my forearm wake me from a deep sleep. I flex my fingers to try to bring some feeling back, but there is something heavy on my arm.

Shit! Where am I?

My eyes snap open just as she speaks.

“What is it?” she asks sleepily, and I suck in a deep breath. Jessie fell asleep in my arms and is currently lying on my left one. That’s why it feels dead. I’m in my bed. I’m safe.

I shift my arm from beneath her, but I wrap my other one around her even tighter and pull her closer. Her body is so warm and soft, and she smells of vanilla and sex.

“Nothing, Angel. Go back to sleep,” I whisper against her ear.

“What time is it?”

I glance over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. “A little after six am.”

“Hmm. Too early,” she breathes as she snuggles closer to me, pressing her juicy round ass against my groin, making the blood that’s just been thundering around my body rushing straight to my cock.

I think about sliding myself into her again, but I spent hours fucking her last night and we could both do with a rest. I close my eyes again and breathe in the scent of her hair as I drift back off to sleep.

It’s almost midday by the time Jessie and I finally emerge from my bedroom, both of us freshly showered and dressed, and looking, I hope, like we haven’t just spent at least half of the last twenty-four hours fucking.

“Can you make a start on some breakfast while I check on Shane? I want to make sure he hasn’t been looking for us.” I say as we step into the hallway.

“Sure,” she says before she heads off in front of me, leaving me to watch her beautiful figure walking away from me. I catch up with her in two strides and slap her ass on the way past.

“Hey!” she says with a grin and I can’t resist grabbing hold of her and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

 I push open the door to Shane’s office and find him sitting at his desk, his head bent low and a scowl on his face.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I walk inside and sit down.

He runs a hand over the stubble on his jawline. “Same shit, different day,” he says with a sigh as he closes his laptop.

“Anything I can do to help?”

He tilts his head to to one side slightly as he looks at me. “You could stop fucking the computer hacker for a start,” he offers.

I wince instinctively. “You know?”

“Of course, I fucking know, Con. Your bedroom is right next to mine. I had to listen to both of you fucking all night. And this morning!” he snaps.

“Sorry. I didn’t think about you being next door.”

“No shit! If it’s not you shouting the place down because of your nightmares, I have to listen to you and her having a full on fuck-fest. Did you get any sleep at all?”

“Yes. In fact, I slept like a baby. Did I shout in my sleep last night?” Usually, I wake up at least once a night shouting. But I don’t think I did last night, and Jessie never mentioned it if I did.

“No!” he frowns at me. “I assumed you’d lost your voice.”

“Damn!” I smile. “I didn’t have a nightmare either, Shane, that’s the first time since…”

“I know,” he says with a sigh. “And I’m relieved for you, Con. But, I wish you could figure out another cure.”

My room is at the very end of the apartment, with only Shane’s room nearby. Because for the past eighteen months I have had nightmares that make me shout and sometimes scream in my sleep. I usually wake up covered in sweat and twisted in the covers.

“I promise we’ll be quieter tonight.”

He scowls at me. “Tonight? What the fuck, Conor?”

“Well, I mean. Unless she’s with the twins,” I say with a shrug.

“Since when do you share women with Liam and Mikey?”

“I don’t know, Shane. This isn’t me and you know that better than anyone. But it doesn’t feel weird. I’ve just spent almost the entire night inside her, but I wouldn’t care if I walked into the kitchen to find her with either of them. It kind of feels like she belongs to all of us.”

“But she fucking doesn’t Conor. She could belong to anyone for all we know. She could be a fucking spy.”

“She’s not a spy. Besides, if you really thought that, you wouldn’t have her here.”

“I would. Because a spy can be just as valuable as an ally, providing you handle them properly, and you think with your head instead of your dick!”

“Relax, Shane. It’s not like she’s pumping any of us for information or anything.”

“Not yet,” he frowns at me. “I assumed you had more self-control, Conor.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Ordinarily, Shane’s bad moods don’t get to me. It’s just a part of who he is. It’s the way he deals with the constant pressure he is under. A way to keep the world at bay when everybody seems to want a piece of him. But, he has touched a nerve.

“Well, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” I snarl at him before I walk out of his office.

I feel like shit about what I just said. Shane is only four years older than me, but he has always been more like a father to me and the twins. Much more than our actual bastard of a father ever was, anyway. I know what he has given up for us, and the sacrifices he has made. He even left Ireland for us. It was for the twins mostly. Even though he never wanted to. He would have been happy to live and die in the Emerald Isle. He never asked for any of this, but he took it on anyway. And he is fucking good at it. He made his way straight to the top and brought us along with him. I owe him so much. We all do.

But that doesn’t mean he gets to preach to us about our life choices. Jessie is the best thing to have happened to me and my brothers in a long time. And she could be good for Shane too – if only he would let her in.