Ryan Reign: Chapter 8

As I take off my make-up in the bathroom, I see Shane’s reflection in the mirror. He leans against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles, wearing just his suit pants and looking as hot as hell, which is pretty fitting considering he is the devil’s own spawn.

I avoid making eye contact and he just stands there watching me until I’m done. I don’t want to leave this bathroom. I don’t want to have to walk past him, or ask him to move out of my way, because I am beyond pissed at him. I feel like taking a plane straight back to New York and crawling into bed with one of his brothers for a bear hug. I blink away the tears at the thought of Conor and the twins and how much I miss them, and wonder why the hell I agreed to come here with their asshole big brother.

“You going to speak to me at all tonight?” he snaps.

“No!”

“Because of what I did to some prick you barely know?” he growls.

I spin around. “You think I give a damn about that jackass?”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you?” he snarls.

I glare at him. The fact that he doesn’t even realize why I’m so upset only makes me more annoyed with him. “You told me to be more like Erin!” I spit the words at him before I turn back to the mirror so he doesn’t see the tears in my eyes.

“Jessie!”

I don’t respond.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a heavy sigh, making me turn around.

“I don’t care,” I reply as I walk towards the door and try to push past him. He doesn’t move and I glare up at him.

“This place makes me crazy,” he frowns at me.

“No. It makes you cruel and heartless,” I snap. “Just like your father.”

The shadow falls across his face and I know that’s a line I shouldn’t have crossed but he crossed one too today. He wraps a hand around my throat, pushing me back into the room until I am pressed against the bathroom counter. “You know nothing about the kind of man my father was.”

“Don’t I?” I challenge him. “Didn’t he like to take people’s insecurities and exploit them? Wasn’t he cruel and bitter?”

He swallows hard. “You think that’s who I am?”

I blink the tears from my eyes. “No. But that’s how you made me feel today.”

I expect him to argue with me but he kisses me instead as he presses me against the countertop. Planting my hands on his chest, I try to push him away but he is undeterred. His hands slide to my waist before he lifts me onto the counter and wraps my legs around his waist. I bite his lip but it only seems to make him more determined as he kisses me so fiercely that I struggle to breathe.

I push at his chest again but he takes hold of my wrists and pins them behind my back as he keeps on tongue-fucking my mouth. I am completely powerless to resist him. Heat rolls through my core and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs as he grinds his cock against me making me whimper shamelessly.

Damn my treacherous body letting me down like this.

When I stop struggling, he releases my wrists and I wrap my arms around his neck, scratching his skin as I pull him closer to me.

“I need to fuck you,” he groans as he unzips his pants and takes out his cock. Then he tugs my panties to the side and slides two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp out loud.

“Shane!” I hiss, reaching between us and squeezing his hard cock. I need him to fuck me too. I need to release some of the anger and frustration that has been building all afternoon.

He curls his fingers inside me, pressing against my G-spot and my legs begin to tremble as I coat him in a rush of slick heat.

“You make me so fucking hard,” he grunts as he slides his fingers out and rams his cock into me instead, pushing me back against the mirror before he sinks his teeth into the tender skin on my neck and sucks hard.

“Jesus, Shane,” I pant as I rake my nails down his back.

He keeps on sucking my neck as he nails me to the wall and my pussy muscles clench around him, drawing him in deeper as though my body can’t get enough of him. He drives at the sweet spot deep inside me over and over until he tips me over the edge and I shout his name. That seems to light a fire under him as he fucks me even harder and faster until he finds his own release a few moments later.

As we catch our breath, Shane presses his forehead against mine. “Damn, I love to fuck you,” he pants.

“Is that all you want me for?” I breathe.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that, Jessie,” he growls as he pulls out of me, but he keeps his arms around my waist and presses his body flush against mine. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he rubs his nose along my jawline.

“You said you wanted me to be more like Erin,” I whisper.

He narrows his eyes at me. “I never said that.”

“Not in those exact words, Shane. Do you have any idea how much it hurt to have you compare me to her like that?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Yes,” he nods. “Maybe I said it because I knew it would hurt you.”

“You wanted to hurt me?” I whisper. “Why?”

“Because I hate Sean O’Connor and I saw him with you and it made me feel like I was sixteen again with all of this rage inside me.”

“But—”

“And,” he interrupts me. “What if I really am my father’s son, Jessie?”

“No. You’re not,” I say as I run my hands over his handsome face.

“But what if I am?” he whispers.

“You are not. Because, despite you being a complete jackass today, you are one of the best men I know. You always put your family first. You take care of everyone before yourself. And even though you’re a possessive asshole, I love you.”

“What did I do to deserve you, Hacker?” he smiles.

I suck on my lip for a few seconds as though I’m deep in thought. “You must have been an absolute saint in another life.” I smile at him.

“I must have been,” he mumbles before he starts to plant soft kisses along my throat.

“I haven’t forgiven you for being a complete asshole yet, you know?” I say with a sigh.

“I know.” He lifts his head. “I’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you.”

I flash my eyebrows at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Can we order every dessert on the room service menu?”

He frowns at me. “You do know you can do that anyway, right?”

“I can?” I whisper.

“Jessie. This is your hotel room too, sweetheart. You can order whatever you want, whenever you want it. You can do whatever you want in here.”

“Really? Like even invite Sean whatshisface for breakfast or something?” I grin at him.

He glares at me and I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing. “Too soon?”

“Much too soon,” he growls before he seals my mouth with one of his incredible kisses.

After he fucked me for a second time, Shane actually did order all eight desserts from the room service menu, and now we are sitting on the bed surrounded by plates of half-eaten cakes, profiteroles and macaroons.

“Oh, God, I am so full,” I groan and he laughs as he wraps an arm around me. I rest my head on his shoulder and sigh contentedly as he twirls a strand of my hair between his fingers.

“Would you really like me to be more like Erin?” I whisper.

“No! Not even a little bit. And I could happily kick my own ass for giving you the slightest indication that I would.” He rolls on top of me, brushing my hair back from my face as he stares down at me, his face full of emotion. “I love you, sweetheart. But if you ever go near Sean O’Connor again, I will give you the spanking of your life and I will make you watch while I slit his throat.”

I chew on my lip, because his possessiveness is so freaking hot. I love that I belong to him. But the irony of what he just said seems completely lost on him. “You have some pretty stark double standards, you know that?”

“And why is that?” he frowns.

“I can’t even talk to a guy you don’t like, yet Erin is allowed to fawn all over you whenever she wants, and when I bring it up you accuse me of acting like a child,” I challenge him.

“That’s completely different,” he snarls.

“Oh really?” I flash my eyebrows at him. “And why is that?”

“Because you are envious and I am possessive. They are two entirely different things.”

I shake my head in frustration. “You’re going to have to explain that one to me, because they seem like the same thing from where I’m standing.”

He laughs, but not his nice one that turns my insides to jelly. “You think I’m jealous of Sean O’Connor?”

I press my lips together.

“I am not jealous of him, sweetheart. I have no fucking worries that he’s going to sweep you off your feet and you’re going to run off into the sunset with him. It doesn’t even cross my mind that you might want to kiss him, or even fuck him.”

“You’re an arrogant asshole,” I snap.

He tilts his head to one side as he stares at me. “I’m arrogant because I know that you love me?”

“I never said that,” I protest. He’s twisting my words. I hate the way he does that.

“But you are saying that. I don’t worry about you with other men, because I trust you.”

I swallow hard. Damn him and his twisted logic. “So why did you just break Sean O’Connor’s arm and his face today then?”

“Because he touched you,” he growled. “And you belong to me. Nobody touches what is mine. Nobody touches you but me or my brothers. I am not envious of any man, sweetheart, but I told you how seeing you with another man makes me feel. You would do wise to remember that in future.”

I chew on my lip as he glares at me and the fire starts to build between my thighs.

“But the reason you don’t like being around Erin is because you are jealous of her,” he goes on.

I open my mouth to respond but I realize that he’s right, even though I won’t admit it yet. “You think that she’s somehow better than you, or that she has something you don’t.”

I stare up at him, not responding because I have no comeback.

“But she isn’t, and she doesn’t. If the only reason you didn’t like me being around her was because you wanted to scratch her eyes out for looking at me, I wouldn’t give a damn. But you hate her being around me because you think I’m going to fall for her or fuck her.”

“I don’t,” I whisper.

“No?” he frowns at me.

I roll my lips together. Damn his insightfulness. “I worry that you’re going to realize she is right for you, and I’m not,” I admit.

“Fuck, Jessie!” he snaps and I feel like we might be on the verge of another epic fight. But then he looks into my eyes and I see them blazing with fire. “Maybe I don’t tell you this often enough, so listen to what I’m about to say and believe that I mean it with every single fiber of my being. I love you. I would die for you. There is not one single fucking thing I would change about you and I am fucking honored to call you mine. But when you bring this shit up about her, you question my loyalty to you. Don’t you get that? She could lie next to me naked all night long and I wouldn’t fucking touch her.”

“Now I would scratch her eyes out if she did that.” I arch one eyebrow at him and he smiles. “But, I am sorry, Shane. I never thought of it that way. I do trust you.”

“I should fucking hope so,” he growls before he kisses me and I forget what we were even talking about.