Twisted (Steel Brothers Saga 8)

She had taken damn good care of me tonight. It was time for me to let her come. I clamped my lips over her clit and sucked while inserting two fingers into her pussy.

She locked around me, coming all over me.

“Yeah, come. So hot. So fucking hot.”

“Fuck me, Ryan. Please. Fuck me now.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I was hard again, of course, so I moved forward, removing my fingers from her pussy and replacing them with my cock. Perfect paradise. I had found the perfect paradise between the legs of this unlikely woman.

No. That wasn’t fair, and it didn’t do her justice.

I loved her so much. Was completely and hopelessly devoted to her.

And as I pumped in and out, making love to her, becoming one with a woman who had become so important to me, so vital to my very life, I shouted out words, words so very foreign to me.

“Ruby, marry me!”

* * *

We didn’t talk about my question—which hadn’t even been a question. It had been more like a command. We were both so exhausted after more orgasms that we fell into slumber beside each other.

When I woke up, Ruby had already gone, leaving me a text.

Had to get into work to see about that vacation time. Love you.

We hadn’t known each other long enough to consider marriage. What had made me say those words?

Simple. She had become vital to my existence—a drug I craved physically and emotionally. I could no longer exist without her, and I wanted to marry her. I wanted what my brothers had with their wives. But I feared Ruby would not be ready yet.

She was still so new to all of this. Would she want to settle down? To experience only one man her entire life?

That thought filled me with jealousy. Being the only man who had ever been inside that sweet pussy was a huge turn-on, and I was determined that no one else would ever touch her.

I would see her later, and we would talk. For now, I had to contact Joe and Talon and see if they were up for another trip to the Caribbean.

* * *

“I don’t know, Ry,” Joe said, sitting at his kitchen table.

Melanie had gone back to work, and Talon had come over. We were having a late breakfast of corned beef hash and eggs.

“With Melanie being pregnant and all,” Joe continued, “I don’t know if it’s a good time for me to leave.”

“Believe me, I understand. But this is big. Bigger than any one of us.”

“No one wants to put an end to this more than I do,” Talon said. “But have you considered that Mathias might be sending us on a wild-goose chase?”

“Yes,” I said. “And so has Ruby. We’re not going into this lightly. But at this point, we have to follow every lead. Especially if we can save the women and children—and men, for all we know—being held there. I’ll be honest. I don’t want Ruby going. I want her safe. But this is her father, and I can’t stop her from going. If we have to, we’ll go alone.”

Joe shook his head. “We can’t let the two of you go alone.”

“Jade would understand,” Talon said. “She wouldn’t be happy about me leaving, especially because we might be putting ourselves in danger, but she knows how important it is for me to end this, once and for all, and to see Mathias behind bars where he belongs.”

“Melanie would understand too,” Joe said. “But this is different for me. I’m going to be a father. I can’t take any chances with my life. My child needs a dad.”

“Hey,” I said. “I plan on all of us getting out of this alive. Talon, we all know you’ve been through way worse. And I’m not talking about your time in captivity. I’m talking about what you witnessed and had to do overseas.”

For a moment, Talon’s eyes took on a haunted look, but in no time he was himself again. “For a long time, I didn’t care whether I lived or died. Now I want to live. But damn it, we can’t let what happened to me happen to one more person if we can stop it.”