RYDER (Slater Brothers 4) (36 page)

Damn.

“Now,” I begged against his lips. “No foreplay, just you inside me. Please, Ryder.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice.

“I love you, sweetness” he said.

I hummed. “I know, and I love you too.”

“I just wanted to tell you.”

I licked my lips. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

My breath caught in my throat when he picked me up and moved us over to the bed. When he lay me down, he rid me of my shoes, socks, jeans and knickers. My top was thrown somewhere in the room, and so was my bra. He got himself naked then in record time and it made me laugh.

“You’re so eager.”

Ryder growled. “You have
no
fucking idea.”

Oh, but I did.

I was starved of being imitate with him for a long time too, and I was beyond ready to bring that to an end and reintroduce myself to every part of his hard body.

To show
my
eagerness, I parted my thighs for him as he crawled up my body and hovered over me. I groaned when he balanced his weight on his left forearm and used his right hand to grip the base of his cock and rub the head back and forth over my throbbing clit.

“Ryder,” I moaned and slid my hands from his waist around to his back.

“I’m here, sweetness,” he replied. “And I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

I gasped as sensation filled me.

“I’m holdin’ you to that,” I moaned.

He slowly rubbed the head of his shaft down my pussy until it kissed my entrance. I burned to have him inside, but knowing he was a hair away from being inside me was
such
a turn on.

“Fuck,” he breathed and shook his head. “I’m scared and I don’t know why.”

I pulled my hands from his back and placed them on either side of his face.

“You’re nervous, but don’t be. It’s just us.”

“Just us,” he repeated.

I nodded. “Watch me as you enter me, you’ll feel better. I promise.”

With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly slid into my body. I saw his jaw set, and the muscles in his arms flex as he entered into me inch by agonising inch. It felt so good that I couldn’t keep eye contact with Ryder; I allowed my eyes to roll back and for a groan to escape me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

I felt his lips on mine then. The taste of his mouth was mixed with the pleasure in my core, and it caused me to become very vocal.

“I fit perfectly with you,” he said against my mouth. “You’re wrapped around me so tight, Bran…
fuck
.”

I returned my hands to his back and gently grazed my nails against his skin, causing him to hiss and thrust into me harder. The urge to come was overwhelming so I took one hand and trailed it down my body until my fingertips grazed over the swollen bud that hurt so good.

“Yes,” he rasped. “Rub that pretty clit of yours, baby. Show me what you’ve been doing when you didn’t have me.”

Yes, sir.

I bit down on my lower lip as I lifted my fingers to Ryder’s mouth as I watched him lube them up with his saliva. I placed them back on my clit and began to rotate them.

“Holy fuck!”

Ryder drove into me harder, faster and a
hell
of a lot deeper. He switched up from slow and steady to fast and furious and had me almost screaming in pleasure.

“Did you pretend your fingers were my mouth, baby?” Ryder asked, his voice primal. “Did you fuck yourself and wish it was me?”

“Yes!” I panted. “Only you.”

He picked up his pace. “Come on, baby. I’m so close.”

Me too.

I rubbed my clit faster, and watched Ryder’s face contorted with pleasure as he reminded my body, and me, just what we could do together. We could make fireworks.

My orgasm slammed into me just as hard as Ryder’s did. It consumed me and flowed through my veins, pumping the feeling of ecstasy throughout my body. With my back arched, and my toes curled, I was thrust over the edge and into heaven.

I heard, and felt, the moment he let go too. He roared my name and slowed his hips to slight jerking motions as he spilled himself inside of me. I opened my eyes just as he fell forward, covering my body with his.

I laughed and moved my hands to his sides and began to tickle him. He twitched and jerked in response and rolled to the side, falling off me, and out of me, in one fluid motion.

“Oh, my God,” he breathed.

I hummed. “My thoughts
exactly
.”

Ryder reached his hand out, and before I closed my eyes, I threaded my fingers through his.

“Can we do that again?” he asked, his breathing still laboured. “Right now?”

I laughed, again. “After I take a power nap because that orgasm was… wow.”

“I know how you feel,” he chuckled. “It wasn’t the longest sex we’ve ever had, but damn if it didn’t feel like the best.”

“All that built up foreplay and teasing over the last three months has finally found its release.” I said, and yawned.

Ryder turned to his side and grabbed hold of me. He pulled me a few inches up the bed until my head rested on a pillow. He covered us with the bedcover, and snuggled his body against mine.

“I love you, darling.”

I squeezed him. “I love you, too.”

We both fell asleep quickly and when I woke up, the clock on my nightstand told me it was after nine pm. I only had a few hours of sleep, but I felt so rested. I turned in Ryder’s arm and stared at him. He was sleeping, but thanks to our bedroom light still being on I could take my time and scan his features without worrying he would open his eyes and tease me about it.

His plump pink lips were parted, and he was lightly snoring. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and the scruff of hair on his face really suited him. I made a mental note to tell him that.

His mop of dark brown hair needed to be trimmed because it was long enough to fall into his eyes now. Aideen usually did it for all the brothers, she grew up with four of them and had learned how to trim hair without butchering it when she was in her teens.

I reached my hand up and gently brushed the hair back out of Ryder’s face. I smiled and ran my fingertips down the side of his face, admiring the man I love so much. I was going to lean in and kiss him, but my phone rang from my bag and it caused Ryder to shift in his sleep.

He woke up when I had to move out of his arms so I could find my phone. I found my bag near the bedroom door, grabbed my phone then scurried back to the bed and under the warm covers. Ryder gathered me up in his arms almost instantly, his hand resting on my stomach.

I looked at my phone, saw Dominic’s face on the screen, answered it then pressed it against my ear.

“What’s up, buttercup?” I answered.

Ryder snorted from my side as he stroked my bare midriff.

“It’s happening.”

I gasped and shot into an upright position. “Bronagh’s in labour?!”

Ryder sat up, too, staring at me as I listened to Dominic.

“Yes, her water broke an
hour
ago while I was bringing Tyson on a walk. She waited awhile to make sure the water had stopped coming out of her, then showered and dressed herself and made us fucking
dinner
. She said she didn’t need to call me, you or anyone else because she was okay. She is so calm, Branna. What’s wrong with her?” he said, clearly frustrated.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Honey, women react in different ways. This is her reaction to her labour right now, her body is tellin’ ‘er to be calm, so that’s what she’s doin’.”

I heard Dominic practice Bronagh’s breathing tactics, and I wondered if I’d be taking care of him in the delivery ward as well as her.

“I feel like I’m about to pass out.”

Yep, I’m definitely going to be looking after him.

“Keep breathing, you’ll be fine,” I assured him. “Where’s me sister?”

“Why’re you telling Dominic to breathe?’ Ryder murmured.

“He’s freakin’ out,” I whispered in response making him snicker.

“She’s in the bathroom—oh, wait, here she is now.”

I heard him ask my sister if she was okay.

“Shit, Branna, she’s feeling contractions now, but they don’t last long she said. They’re hurting her though. What do we do?” Dominic asked, his voice raising a couple of octaves.

“Ask her does she want to head into the hospital now, or wait it out at home until the contractions get stronger, come quicker and last longer?”

Dominic relayed my question to Bronagh then to me he said, “She wants to go to the hospital. Is it normal that she is shaking? Because she is and I don’t like it.”

He was too bloody cute.

“Yes,” I replied. “She nervous, that’s
perfectly
normal.”

“Okay, right.” He breathed. “I’ll grab her stuff, we have her bag packed and ready to go. We’ll drive to the hospital, and you’ll meet us there, right?”

“Try and keep me away.” I stated.

I wasn’t on shift tonight, but I was going to be the acting midwife for my sister throughout her labour, and I knew no one on the ward would object to that.

“Thanks, Branna.” Dominic said, and I heard the gratitude in his voice.

“Of course, honey. We’ll see you soon.”

“Text everyone for me, tell them what’s going on.”

When I hung up with Dominic, I turned to Ryder and dove on him.

“It’s happenin’!” I squealed. “Bronagh’s waters have broken.”

We hugged then we jumped up from our bed, and rushed to put our clothes on. Ryder grabbed his phone and texted everyone as we hauled arse out of the room. I knew rushing was pointless because this could take a long time. I would slow down when my sister was in front of me, but until then, all my cylinders were on full blast.

Before Ryder and I left the house, he stopped me at outside our front door and said, “My baby brother and your baby sister are about to have a baby, sweetness.”

I smiled so wide it hurt my cheeks.

“They’re all grown up,” I said as my eyes welled with tears. “We done good with them, huh?”

“Yeah, darling, we done good.”

When he kissed me, I felt it deep in my bones. My body reacted to his like none other, and my heart did, too. I knew then, without a doubt, that this beautifully imperfect person owned me body, heart and soul. And I never wanted them back. They were his to keep—forever.

Ryder truly kept his promise; he made me fall in love with him all over again.

Three months later…

“Branna, she is
gorgeous
!”

“Look at ‘er chubby cheeks!”

“And ‘er mop of dark hair!”

“She is gettin’
so
big now!”

I beamed with pride as my co-workers gushed over pictures of my three-month-old niece—Georgie Branna Slater. I still got teary eyed when I thought of her name. My mother’s name was Georgina, but she hated her name and only went by her nickname, which was Georgie. Her middle name was what surprised me the most. Bronagh and Dominic gave her
my
name, and it was a true gift. I was honoured.

My sister surprised me with the knowledge of her name shortly after she was born, and to say I was an emotional wreck was an understatement. I was already crying tears of joy for my little niece entering the world, and for her to be named after my mother, and me, caused a feeling of love and pride directed at my sister and Dominic, that I had never felt before.

It allowed me to feel nothing but happiness, which was an emotion I had experienced a
lot
over the last few months. Ryder and I were better than we had ever been in all our time together, and since we didn’t want to be separated, he would stay with me every night in Dominic and Bronagh’s house after Georgie was born.

We stayed with them the first month, and that was only because Dominic wouldn’t let me leave. Bronagh was an amazing mammy, and Dominic was an incredible father… but he was so overprotective that he drove himself crazy. My sister’s instincts took over the moment she laid eyes on her daughter, and she didn’t need my help with anything once Georgie latched onto her nipple and began feeding about twenty minutes or so after she was born.

Dominic, on the other hand, needed me for everything. Every high-pitched cry my niece made and he was screaming for me because he thought something was wrong with her. When he couldn’t wind her straight away he panicked that she would get tummy aches and would need to go to the hospital. When she didn’t feed for very long, he was convinced she would starve. It was, quite possibly, the best month of my life because I got to experience everything with them, and watch them grow as parents.

Bronagh is so chilled and natural with everything, and now Dominic is more relaxed, but probably even
more
overprotective because if he thought Bronagh had him wrapped around her finger, Georgie entering his world knocked him on his arse.

He already foresaw himself going to prison because he was certain he would murder any lad who even looked at his precious little girl when she was older.

As I continued to look at pictures of my niece when everyone went back to work, my hand absentmindedly stroked my abdomen where my own baby was growing. My and Ryder’s baby. And I couldn’t wait to see how he took to fatherhood.