Page 6 of A Ryan Regret

“Something wrong? You sound…”

“Sound what?”

“Not like a man who just spent the last sixteen hours fucking our wife.”

“Yeah, that’s ’cause I didn’t, Con.”

My younger brother laughs. “Well, don’t beat yourself up if you had to sleep too. You got two whole days. Have to conserve energy.”

“No,” I whisper, glancing at the door to make sure she’s not about to walk in on my confession. “We didn’t fuck. At all.”

“Why the fuck not? Is she okay? Did you do something?” I don’t miss the concern in his tone.

I run a hand over my face. “We made a stupid bet.”

“A bet? What kind of bet?”

I sigh. He’s going to think I’m a fucking idiot, and he won’t be wrong. “We were in the car and we started talking and I said Jessie couldn’t go twelve hours without being fucked and she said some stuff and…” I clear my throat. “We basically agreed that we’re not gonna fuck until one of us begs the other.”

My brother’s deep, booming laugh fills my ear, and I wait for him to stop before I continue. “It’s not fucking funny, Con. I’ve had a boner for sixteen hours, and I’ve tried all my best moves but she won’t budge.”

“Are you fucking insane? Why the hell would you take a bet like that?” He starts laughing again.

“I thought she’d last like a half hour. Two hours tops,” I admit.

“You’re a crazy asshole. If she’d suggested a bet like that to me, I’d have pulled over and fucked her right there in the car.”

“Well, clearly I’m not you,” I remind him.

“Exactly. Jessie knows you better than anyone, and that girl lives to push your buttons. She’s not gonna back down, bro. And if you’re not careful, you’ll come home Monday with the worst case of blue balls you’ve ever known.”

“So what do I do?”

He sighs. “You say fuck the bet. Then fuck our wife. Hard.”

If only it was that easy. “I can’t.”

He laughs again. “Fucking masochist.”

“You’re no help at all.”

“Yeah, well, I gotta go call my wife and see how she’s doing.”

“So, what shall we do today?” Jessie asks, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

I rub a hand over my face. We’re supposed to be in bed, or on the sofa, or anywhere in this house doing nothing but be alone together, interspersed with some hot animal sex, but I guess that plan has been shot to hell. For now anyway. “How about a hike in the woods?” I suggest.

A walk in the woods where I once hunted her down and fucked her against a tree, the latter happening on more than one occasion. This could work in my favor.

“Sounds great,” she says with a smile. “The weather is perfect for a walk.”

I grunt, annoyed by how much she seems to be looking forward to a walk considering what we could be doing instead.

We’ve barely been walking for five minutes when Jessie pulls off her T-shirt, revealing her bikini top beneath. “I’m so hot and sticky.” She practically moans the words, then gives me a wicked grin. “How about you?”

I’m hard and frustrated as fuck, and she is playing with fire.

She stops in front of a tree, and it takes me beat to recognize that it’s our tree. In two strides I’m in front of her, pushing her back against the bark before my lips find her neck, teeth nipping at her soft skin as I press my body against hers. Her soft curves mold to the shape of me, like her body was built for mine.

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