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“Really? It seems like you should get some sleep. You’ve been working so hard. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead, Red. It has been so fucking long since I spent the night with you. And that’s fine because Liam has needed you, but know that tonight, you are going to be fucked repeatedly. Your mouth. Your pussy, and your juicy ass.” I squeeze it and she shivers. “So much that you’re going to be hobbling around this apartment all day tomorrow.”
“Sounds attractive,” she giggles as she snuggles closer to me. “I’ll just spend the day in bed watching movies with Liam.”
“I wish I could join you,” I groan.
She lifts her head and looks down at me with concern on her face. “Is there something I can do to help? You and Conor are working so hard, and I’m just in the apartment doing nothing most of the time.”
Fuck me this woman is beautiful inside and out. “No. You make our food. You do our laundry. You keep us company when we need it. You let us fuck you whenever we feel like.” That last part is kind of a joke even though it’s true, and she opens her mouth to respond but I brush my fingers over her cheek. “And most importantly, you take care of Liam. He needs you, Red. And I know without a doubt, that he wouldn’t be doing as well as he is if you weren’t by his side every day. So, no, there is absolutely nothing more you can do.”
“Okay,” she sighs softly and rests her head on my chest again.
“Besides, Shane will be back soon, and things can get back to normal round here.”
“Yeah,” she says, but there is a sadness in her at the mention of his name.
“You two will be okay, you know?” I was worried that he wouldn’t let her in again, but I don’t see how that’s possible. I see the way he looks at her. He loves her as much as he always has, and she is pretty impossible not to like, or forgive. And after whatever just happened in the den, he must be coming around because he wouldn’t play with her heart like that.
“I hope so,” she whispers.
Chapter
Twenty-One
SHANE
Islip on my Ray Bans as I walk down the airplane steps and into the glaring LA sunshine. A car waits for me at the bottom and a driver opens the door as I approach.
“Good afternoon, Mr Ryan.” He bows his head slightly.
“Afternoon,” I reply with a nod before he opens the door wider and I bend my head and climb inside, surprised to see a figure sitting waiting for me.
“Hola, amigo,” Alejandro Montoya smiles widely at me.
“What the hell?” I grin back at him as I sit on opposite end of the back seat. “When you said you were sending a car for me, I didn’t realize you’d be in it.”
“Well, there’s been a change of plans,” he says with a shake of his head. “Jax has had to go out of town and I have some business I need to deal with this afternoon. Then I have to go to some charity thing with Alana later. It’s a last minute deal, but it’s important to my wife, so I’m sorry, amigo, our planned night of drunken debauchery will have to wait. But I have booked you into the best suite at my hotel and everything you indulge in there is on the house.”
“Thank you. And I’m not sure you calling off our night out is a bad thing,” I laugh. “I have a meeting at 8am.”
He laughs too. “Well, my ideas of debauchery these days are much tamer anyway. I am a one-woman man. You’d probably think I’m boring now.”
“I’m not sure you could ever be considered boring, Alejandro,” I grin at him. “Besides, I see the appeal.”
“You do, huh?” He flashes an eyebrow at me. “Is this the computer hacker?”
“It’s complicated,” I shake my head. “Far too complicated to explain during a drive to the city anyway.” Thinking about Jessie gives me a pain in my chest. Last night was supposed to just be a game of poker. Strip poker, granted, but just a friendly game. Mikey had asked me to help get Jessie naked, and that was all I intended to do. But I obviously forgot what seeing her naked body does to me. And then when I watched her on that computer making herself come for me, I was tempted to catch the next flight home and fuck her for real. The memory of her smell and the taste of her, of how her cunt squeezes my cock, overwhelm me whenever I think of her. But, I can deal with those. It’s the memory of how it feels to be loved by her that I can’t handle.
Alejandro stares at me intently and I realize I’m completely lost in thoughts of her once more. “Women, my friend. Our reason for living and the reason our hair turns gray,” he winks at me before holding up a bottle of Jameson and I nod before he pours us each a glass.
“So, you were asking about this Wolf guy?” Alejandro says as he hands me my drink and settles back against his seat, and I’m thankful for the distraction.
“Yeah. You ever had any dealings with him at all?”
“No.” Alejandro shakes his head. “But he was Russian, right? I don’t exactly get on with the Bratva, Shane.”
“You never used to get on with the Irish either,” I remind him. Before my brothers and I took over, a man named Seamus Finnan ran operations, and Alejandro almost sawed off his head with a steak knife during one particular showdown in a New York restaurant.
