It’s been almost two days since Shane kissed me, and as I suspected he would, he’s been doing his best to avoid me since. I’m walking past his office on my way to the library when he calls my name.
“You need something?” I ask him as I pop my head inside.
“Yes,” he growls.
I step into the room and resist the urge to roll my eyes. “What is it?”
“Come over here.”
I walk to his desk, and he pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I’m having a shitty day. And I missed you last night, Hacker.”
I smile at him. So much for one night. That was what he said when we first had sex a few weeks ago. “I’d say that I missed you too, but Conor kept me pretty occupied,” I grin at him.
“I know. I heard you moaning his name.”
“Did it make you hard?” I purr.
He grabs my hand and places it over his stiff cock. “Yes. And it’s been like that ever since.”
“Sorry.”
He narrows his eyes at me and I bite my lip nervously under the heat of his intense gaze. “Turn around,” he says eventually.
I do as he asks, and he bends me over the desk in one swift movement, pulling my t-shirt up over my ass until it’s bunched around my waist. I already feel the familiar heat pooling between my thighs from his touch. He pulls my panties roughly to one side and without warning he slips two of his fingers inside me.
“Shane,” I groan out loud.
“Why are you always soaking wet? You make it far too easy for me to slide my cock into you whenever I want to.”
He pulls his fingers out of me, and the sound of his zipper opening makes me suck in a breath. A few seconds later, he is filling me with his cock instead and nailing me to his desk.
“This cunt is so fucking hot, and tight,” he hisses as he leans over me. “You think I can make you drench me with your cum again, little Hacker?”
“You can try,” I pant as my walls squeeze around him.
Shane is still fucking me over his desk when Conor walks into the room a few moments later. He flashes his eyebrows at us, but he doesn’t make any attempt to leave. “You just can’t keep out of that sweet pussy, can you?” Conor says with a shake of his head as he takes a seat on the sofa.
I turn my head to Shane, assuming he is going to stop, or at least tell Conor to leave, but he places his hand on my back between my shoulder blades, pressing me against the desk as he carries on pounding me.
“Did you get the information we needed?” he growls as he slips his hand between me and the desk, pressing on my swollen clit and rubbing firmly until my legs start to tremble.
I groan out loud as my eyes lock with Conor’s. He reaches down and palms his cock, rubbing it through his trousers as he watches his brother nail me to his desk.
“I’m still working on Chester,” Conor replies, his eyes never leaving mine. “He should have something for me by the end of the day.”
“Shane,” I pant.
“Well, see that he does,” Shane growls as his hand reaches for my hair. Wrapping it around his fist, he pulls my head up slightly and leans over me, pressing his lips against my ear. “If this is going to work, you’re going to have to get used to being fucked in front of all of us. If you’re a really good girl, maybe one day we will all fuck you at the same time. So, I want you to look at my brother while you come all over my cock,” he growls as he presses down on my clit and I come apart around him, my knees trembling and my cream spilling out of me. “Shane!” I groan as he grinds out his own release while my eyes remain locked on Conor’s.
“That’s my hacker,” he says against my ear as he leans over me and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. He stands up, pulling me with him and onto his lap as he sits down. His arms circle around my waist as he holds me against his chest.
“Oh, Erin says she needs to meet with you again,” Conor says.
“Fine,” Shane nods. “Tell her I’ll see stop by her place tomorrow at eleven.”
My whole body tenses at the idea of him being alone with her. Shane feels it too and his hand slides up my inner thigh. “I’ve told you she means nothing to me, Jessie,” he says in my ear, but loud enough for Conor to hear. “Now, what is it going to take for you to believe me?”
“I do believe you,” I whisper as he pulls my panties to the side again and runs his fingers over my slick folds.
“Shane,” I groan. “Don’t.”
Shane looks at Conor and nods towards the door. Conor stands and winks at me before walking out and closing the door behind him. “Why not?” he says as he slides two fingers inside me and I can’t help but clench around him as he rubs against that sweet spot.
“You are the only woman I have any interest in. I can barely keep out of your sweet cunt. I’ve just fucked you, in front of my brother, and my cock is already weeping for you again. So, why do you have a problem with me meeting with my lawyer?”
I shake my head. “Shane, please,” I beg as he brushes the pad of his thumb over my clit. “Let me go.”
“Tell me why you don’t believe me,” he insists as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of me. My orgasm builds slowly until suddenly it comes out of nowhere. I let it crash over me and then I cling to the collar of his jacket as the tears start to run down my cheeks.
“Jessie?” he says as he frowns at me. “What the hell is wrong?”
I scramble up off him and swallow. “Nothing,” I say as I head for the door.
He is up off his chair and blocking my way before I can escape. “Jessie!” he snarls.
I look up at him through my tear-filled eyes and feel like a complete idiot for what I’m about to admit, but he’s not going to let me go. “I know you don’t want her now,” I choke down the tears. “And I know that you want me. At least a part of me. But you loved her, Shane. You wanted all of her. You loved her so much that you were going to leave everything you knew for her, and I can’t help it, but I hate that,” I sniff.
He steps back, blinking at me, allowing me the space to leave and I take my chance and walk out of his office. I head towards my room, where I plan on staying for the rest of the night. Shane has always made it clear that he and I are only about sex, and I have just gone and made a complete fool of myself. At least I never told him I love him, and I want him to love me too. That would have been completely disastrous.
I’m lying in bed watching tv when my bedroom door opens. Looking up, I am about to tell my visitor to leave me alone. I’ve had about enough of the Ryan brothers for one day, but, despite that, I can’t help but smile as Mikey and Liam shuffle into the room with huge grins on their faces. Mikey is holding a tub of Ben and Jerry’s in one hand, and a bag of candy in the other.
“Need some company, baby?” Liam asks.
“We heard Shane’s being an asshole,” Mikey adds with a grin.
“Where did you hear that?” I flash my eyebrows at them, sure that Shane wouldn’t have mentioned our encounter.
“Okay, well, we didn’t exactly hear about it, but Shane is in a foul mood and being with you is the only thing that cures his bad moods lately. So, if he’s not with you…” Mikey says with a shrug.
“I must be the reason for his foul mood?” I offer.
“Exactly,” Liam says as he slides onto the bed and lies next to me. “And we know you’re not an asshole, so it must be him.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m not sure about your logic, but I appreciate you having my back.”
“And your front,” Mikey grins as he slides onto the bed on the other side of me until I’m sandwiched between them. Liam hands me the bag of candy while Mikey rips the top from the ice cream and hands me a spoon.
A few hours later, I wake with a start. The room is in darkness, but I’m sandwiched between the warm, hard bodies of Liam and Mikey. I must have fallen asleep watching the movie we chose earlier. Smiling as I snuggle against Mikey’s hard chest, I pull Liam’s arm tighter around my waist. I am safe and warm and content. Suddenly, I understand why cats purr.
Liam stirs behind me. “Are you okay, baby?” he breathes in my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Better than okay. I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier.”
He rubs his jaw over the soft skin on my neck. “Hmm. Me too,” he replies sleepily.
