Ryan Rule: New York Ruthless Book 1

It’s been almost a week since our trip to Erin’s office. She still hasn’t provided Shane with any information about the Ivanovs, but I suppose she is a busy lady. I’ve spent so little time digging into them myself that I can hardly blame her. Finding the Wolf used to be my only goal in life. It occupied my mind constantly. But, these days I find myself almost permanently distracted by the four fine-ass men who are currently sitting eating dinner with me.

Conor looks up at me as he licks his fingers clean.

“That was some meal, Angel?” he grins.

“It sure was,” Liam adds while Shane simply winks at me, but I know that is the equivalent of his seal of approval.

“Thank you. Mikey has been teaching me,” I blush. “I’m glad you all liked it.”

Mikey walks up to me and kisses my cheek. “It was perfect, Red. You’re a natural.”

“I think our talented new chef deserves a treat for working so hard in this kitchen all day.” Conor says with a flash of his eyebrows.

“Oh? Like what?” I grin at him.

“How about a night out?”

“At the club?” I ask with a huge grin.

“Anywhere you want, Angel,” Conor replies.

“You sure you want to go to the club?” Shane asks.

“Yes. I love dancing. I haven’t been out dancing for as long as I can remember.” In fact, I’ve done it about four times before in my life.

“Then let’s get our asses in some showers and get ready,” Mikey says with a big smile on his face. “You want any help getting ready, Red?” he says to me.

“No. Everyone to their own showers, or we won’t get out this side of midnight,” Shane snaps.

A little under two hours later, I walk out of my room and down the hallway to where my four guys are standing, chatting with each other. They are dressed in suits, but not their usual work ones. No, these are both more casual and somehow even sexier. Each of them has their shirt open at the collar and my ovaries almost explode at the sight of them. Do I really get to have my pick of these guys?

Mikey sees me first and he wolf whistles so loudly, I blush to the roots of my hair. I pull the hem of my dress down nervously. “Is this too short?” I say, referring to the black leather and mesh mini dress that I’ve chosen.

“No,” Mikey says with a vigorous shake of his head as he walks towards me, taking one of my hands in his before he twirls me around while Conor and Liam loudly voice their approval. Shane is quiet as usual, but his eyes linger on the exposed skin of my thighs as I walk towards the elevator where he’s standing with his two brothers. When I reach them, Shane grabs my hand and spins me around until I’m facing the doors.

“Let’s go,” he growls, but he slips his hand around my waist and holds me tight against his body before his other hand slides between my thighs and up my dress. He palms my pussy possessively. “Don’t forget who this belongs to, Jessie. If anyone gets even a glimpse of these panties tonight, I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

His brothers chuckle softly beside us while I stand there biting my lip and wondering why I find Shane’s sudden possessiveness so damn hot. A hard spanking from Shane Ryan makes me hot and wet and needy.

“They won’t,” I breathe. “Promise.” Despite how much I would like him to deliver on that promise, I’m not in the habit of flashing my panties, or anything else, in public.

We walk through the crowded club towards the VIP area. There are scantily dressed clubbers everywhere, men and women, bodies pressed up against each other in the dark space, but none of them get close to me as I’m flanked by my four hot, protective bodyguards. I step into the booth and the Ryan brothers follow me. I’d have to be blind and stupid not to notice the attention they draw when they walk through the crowd – the attention that I draw. I can feel the eyes on me and almost hear the questions buzzing through people’s heads. Who is she? Is she with one of them? Which one?

I’m not used to drawing attention to myself. In fact, I’ve done my best to avoid it for the past eight years. But as I sit down, and Shane and Liam sit either side of me, draping their arms around me possessively, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, and a massive fuck you to all the people who ever told me I wasn’t pretty enough, or good enough.

Shane turns his body towards mine, placing his warm hand on my thigh, and sliding it up the edge of my dress. “You look incredible, Hacker,” he mouths against my ear as his hand slips between my thighs again and up towards my panties. “I want to fuck you right here in this booth.”

I bite on my lower lip as his words cause a rush of wet heat in my core. “You wouldn’t, though, right?” I breathe.

“Oh, yes, I would. But I’d clear this club out first. I don’t want any of the assholes in here who have been drooling over you since we walked in seeing you being fucked, do I?”

I suck in a breath. God, his filthy mouth is in overdrive tonight. Maybe I should wear sexy mini-dresses more often. “No. So can we just enjoy the music for now?” I smile at him.

“Okay,” he growls. “But I’m warning you I will shut this place down without a second’s hesitation and spank your ass right here on this table before I fuck you, if you keep biting that lip and driving me crazy.”

Liam must hear him because he laughs softly beside me. “Okay. No biting my lip,” I reply just before I look up to see two young, tall blondes making their way up to our booth. They make a beeline for Conor and Mikey. “You want to dance?” One of them asks with a smile?

“No. I don’t dance,” Conor replies.

“Me neither,” Mikey adds.

She shrugs her shoulders and then looks up at Liam and Shane. “How about you two?” she says, licking her plump red lips.

Shane scowls at her while Liam starts to laugh out loud. Shane opens his mouth to speak, but I put my hand on his thigh, squeezing to let him know I’ve got this. I have to shout to be heard over the music. “I think I’ve got them all pretty tied up here, girls, so do us all a solid and go back to your dates. I’m sure they’ll need to get you home soon, so you don’t break your curfew.”

“Bitch!” one of the snaps before they turn around and head back to the dance floor.

“Ouch!” Liam laughs.

I shrug. “Hey. I’m not the jealous type, but I’m sitting right here! The nerve of some people.”

Liam grabs my face and turns my head before kissing me softly just as Ride it by DJ Regard starts playing, and I pull back from him. “Oh, I love this song.”

“Me too,” Conor smiles as he holds out a hand to me. “Come dance with me, Angel.”

“I thought you didn’t dance?” I arch one eyebrow at him.

“I’ll dance with you,” he grins as he pulls me up from my seat and I follow him to the edge of the dancefloor to a spot where we’re still in view of the booth and the rest of the Ryan brothers. I can’t fail to notice that almost every woman we pass by gives him the once over. He is incredibly handsome, and I imagine most of the people in this club know he owns it. There is something incredibly intoxicating about power, and the Ryan brothers have that by the bucket-load. The fact that they are all as hot as hell makes them completely irresistible to a lot of women, including me, it seems.

We stop near a stone pillar and Conor slips his hands over my hips and onto my ass, pressing his groin against mine as our hips sway to the music. He dips his head to my neck and rubs his nose along my jawline. The bass thumps in my ears and vibrates through my body, making my insides thrum with energy. I’m hyper aware of the warmth of Conor’s body pressed against mine, his hands squeezing my ass, and his hot breath on my neck as we grind against each other.

“Let me feel you. Ride it,” he whispers the lyrics in my ear as one of his hands slides up my body, caressing me softly until he reaches my throat. He brushes his hand beneath my hair and palms the back of my neck as his lips skate across my skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head back, and he opens his mouth and presses his teeth against my skin. I lean into him. I like it when he bites.

“You think anyone would notice if I fuck you right here?” he breathes.

“Yes,” I purr as I roll my hips, dragging my body over his hard length. “Because every woman in this club is watching you.”

“Maybe they’re watching you, Angel? Dancing with you is dangerous, Jessie,” he says before he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs lightly.

“I thought you lived for danger, Conor Ryan,” I reply with a smile.

He lifts his head and stares at me, his eyes narrowed. It seems like he’s about to say something, but then he seems to change his mind. Bending his head low, he presses his mouth against mine, licking the seam of my lips until my mouth opens for him, allowing him to push his tongue inside as his other hand slides up my body and they both fist in my hair while he holds my head still so he can claim me completely. We continue moving in perfect sync, grinding to the music as it vibrates through my whole body and the rest of the world falls away.