Ryan Reign: Chapter 48

The house is quiet when we get back home. There is no blood on the walls, so I suppose that’s a good thing. Not that I would have left Jessie alone with my brother if I had thought for a second that there would be. It was time for him to show her his darker side. They were both ready for it.

“Why are there four of you?” Mikey looks through me as his eyes roll in his head and Liam giggles like a naughty teenager. I shake my head at the pair of them. “I thought you two were supposed to be drinking me under the table?”

“We did,” Liam slurs. “We drank waaay more than you.”

“No.” I shake my head. “But you idiots were drinking tequila and you know that you can’t handle it. What is it with you two and tequila?”

“It’s being here. In Ireland,” Mikey whispers behind his hand as though he’s divulging a huge secret. “It makes us crazy.”

“Yeah. It makes us all crazy, kid.” I smile at him. “The pair of you should get to bed.”

“Yes, Sir,” Liam salutes me and then the two of them stumble off in the direction of their bedroom, laughing to themselves. I smile as I watch them. The three of us needed tonight. I needed to make sure they were okay. That the three of us were okay. And now I know that we will be, even if we’re not quite there yet.

I walk to Conor’s room. There’s no reason I shouldn’t check in on them both. As I reach his room, the faint light from the television beneath the crack in the door gives me all the permission I need to go inside. He is lying with his arms behind his head watching the TV and Jessie is curled up on his chest asleep.

“Hey, bro,” he whispers.

“Hey,” I say as I walk over and sit on the bed. “How was your night?”

He looks down at her as she sleeps and smiles. “Epic,” he finally replies.

“Good.”

“How was yours?”

“Good. It was fun. I think we cleared the air. They’re going to be okay.”

“Where are they now?”

“I sent them to bed.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Hammered?”

“Yep,” I laugh. I look down at her and my heart beats faster in my chest.

“You want to get in here with us?” Conor offers.

“Yeah.” I take off my clothes before he can reconsider because I want nothing more than to sleep with her beautiful soft body pressed up against me.

“You going full-on commando?” Conor says as I pull off my boxers too.

“Yep. You got a problem with that?”

“No.” He laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve seen more of your cock these past few months than I’ve seen in a lifetime.”

“Well, you’d better get used to it, because I’m pretty sure our girl loves being fucked by the two of us together.”

“She sure does.” He flashes his eyebrows at me as I pull back the duvet and climb into bed beside them. I run my hand over her back and she moans softly. I don’t want to wake her, but she’s lying on Conor and I want her lying beside me.

“Shane’s here, Angel,” Conor says softly as he gently lifts her off his chest.

“Shane?” she says sleepily.

“Yeah,” I reply as I help Conor move her, pulling her into the middle of us so that I can wrap my arm around her and feel her ass pressed against my groin.

“Hmm,” she purrs as she wiggles her ass and I bite my lip, willing my cock to not get any harder because I want to sleep, but if she wakes him up then none of us will be sleeping for a few hours.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” I whisper and she sighs softly.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Conor asks.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Then as soon as this funeral is done, we can go home.”

Conor nods. “I can’t wait.”

I rest my head next to Jessie’s and close my eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. Conor continues watching the TV and I hear it faintly in the background as I drift off to sleep. As I lie there somewhere between sleeping and waking I realize that I need to talk to Jessie and tell her that my proposal no longer stands. I want her to be happy, but I am also a selfish bastard and I never want to live without her. Besides, we make her happy. All four of us. Why would that ever need to change?