Ryan Retribution: A Dark Mafia romance (New York Ruthless Book 3)
Ryan Retribution: Chapter 22

Liam has an arm wrapped around my shoulder as he shuffles back to bed from the bathroom. He’s much more mobile now and insists on doing everything himself as much as possible. But this morning, he attempted a shower for the first time on his own and I found him sitting on the plastic chair Mikey put in the cubicle for him with the water shut off and him struggling to get back up.

“You should have waited for me,” I admonish him. “You could have really hurt yourself.”

“It was only a shower, Jessie. I wasn’t trying to run a marathon,” he snaps at me, his frustration at his body not being able to do everything he wants it to clearly evident, and I am reminded how difficult this must be for him. I understand how frustrating it is to need to push your body to do more than it is physically capable of. When I was first kidnapped by the Wolf, I was a weak little girl. By the time I escaped almost two years later, I was a strong woman capable of so much more than he ever gave me credit for.

“Sorry,” he sighs as we reach the bed and he sits down on it. “I thought I’d be able to do it on my own.”

“And you will be soon. But you’ve only been back on your feet for two days, Liam. You’re doing incredible, but if you push too hard, you’ll set yourself back.”

He rolls his eyes and lies back on the bed.

“Now stop making me nag you. I feel like I’m your mother,” I say as I jump on the bed beside him, leaning on my elbow as I look at his bruised face.

“Trust me, Jessie, there is nothing at all that is motherly about you,” he chuckles softly.

I open my mouth in shock, about to reprimand him after the way I have looked after him.

“At least not to me,” he adds quickly as he holds a hand up in surrender. “But you are the hottest damn nurse I’ve ever seen.”

“Good save.” I narrow my eyes at him as I place my hand lightly on his chest.

“Come here,” he whispers, holding up his index finger and beckoning me closer.

I lean my face closer to his. “Here?”

He shakes his head and traces his fingertip over his lips. “Here.”

I edge closer, pressing my lips softly against his and kissing him. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our kiss becomes something much more. The familiar heat builds in my core and I pull back from him, sucking in a breath as I stare into his dark eyes.

“Jessie,” he groans.

“You need to take it easy, sunshine.”

He reaches up, his injured fingers curling gently in my hair. “I’ve had enough taking it easy. I need you.”

I shake my head. “We can’t. You’re still recovering.”

“This is part of my recovery. We need to check all my parts are still working right,” he glances down, and I look too, to see his thick cock standing to attention.

“He looks like he’s working just fine to me.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “So why don’t I go make you something to eat and you can let him calm down?”

“The only thing I want to eat is your pussy,” he growls, pulling me back to him and pressing my lips to his as he kisses me, full of fire and need and longing.

He needs air before I do, and he breaks our kiss first. “Please, Jessie. I really need you.”

“And I need you too. But I will never forgive myself if hurt you. And then it will take you even longer to recover, and everyone will be super pissed at me. And we will have to wait even longer to do this.”

He shakes his head. “You won’t hurt me. Slide yourself onto my cock, baby.” He runs a hand down my back and beneath my t-shirt and I shiver from his touch. I miss him too. I would love to do just that, but I meant what I said.

“I’ll hurt you,” I say with a shake of my head.

“You’re my nurse, right?” He flashes his eyebrows at me.

“I suppose.” I chew on my lip.

“Well, nurse Jessie. Your patient is in severe pain right now, because all of the blood that he needs for his vital organs is currently rushing straight to his cock. And that,’ he nods toward it, “is fucking painful, baby.”

“I am not riding you like a rodeo bull while you have broken ribs,” I say as I push myself up.

He frowns at me.

“But,” I go on as I start to trail kisses down his chest and over his perfectly chiseled abs. “I will do something about this if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

“Jessie,” he groans as his fingers run softly through my hair. “I’d prefer your pussy, baby. But I suppose your mouth will do.”

“You suppose?” I murmur against his skin and he chuckles softly.

I move lower, peppering his fresh, soapy smelling skin with soft kisses until I reach his cock. I place a kiss on the base of his shaft and it twitches, making him groan loudly. I smile as I move past it, down toward his thighs and his balls, trailing butterfly kisses over his skin.

“Jessie,” he growls now as his fingers tighten their grip.

“Liam,” I breathe against him as I move my head and lightly lick the precum from the tip of his shaft.

“Jessie! Please!” he hisses and I can’t help but chuckle.

“So, that’s what that feels like,” I purr softly against his skin.

“What?” he gasps as I cup his balls in my hand and squeeze lightly as I lick his length from root to tip.

“Well, it’s usually me begging one of you guys, isn’t it? Not the other way around. I quite like it.”

“I never make you beg, baby. I always give you what you need,” he groans.

“Hmm,” I say as I continue teasing him with soft kisses and just the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck!” he hisses, and I smile.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” I tease him.

“Suck my cock. Now!” he growls and the wet heat sears between my thighs as I suck his beautiful cock into my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and the groans of pleasure rumble through his body. I suck him, running the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft before swirling it over the tip and starting again.

“Damn! Jessie. Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that, baby?” he hisses, as he rocks his hips into my mouth. “Fuck!” he growls a few moments later as he comes in my mouth and I swallow it greedily before sucking and licking him clean. When I lift my head, he is looking down at me, his eyes dark with desire and lust.

“You feel better now?” I say as I wipe my mouth and move back up the bed.

“Uh-huh,” he grunts his response before his head falls flat against the pillow.

“That good?” I grin at him.

“I wish I could return the favor, baby,” he says with a sigh.

“Oh, I’ll make sure that you do as soon as you’re able to. Don’t worry.” I wink at him and am rewarded with one of his amazing smiles — the kind that makes his eyes twinkle and crinkle at the corners.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” I kiss his lips softly. “Now, I’m going to make you something to eat so you can take your meds. Do not move from this bed while I’m out of the room.”

“I won’t, Boss.”