Night Hack: A forced proximity alpha hero hacker romantic suspense (Nightshade Book 4)

Chapter 22

Jana

Multiples.What a wonderful concept!

Brycen hadn’t lied when he said it was going to be a quick round, but what neither of us expected was the monster orgasm that surged through me when I’d urged him to get moving. From his first thrust, his thickness stroked some undiscovered spot inside that had me breaking records, detonating to the point I took him over the edge with me.

After another one of his sweet kisses, Brycen pulled away, smiling down at me.

“I’ve gotta get rid of this rubber.” He kissed me again. “Don’t move.”

As he liberated himself from the sheets, I rolled to my side and my eyes perused the width and musculature of his shoulders, down to his arms. And when my sight landed on his sculpted ass, I heard myself groaning. It was a fucking work of art.

After a toilet flush, the sink running next, Brycen came strutting back.

Is it wrong that I want you again so soon?

“Give me half an hour,” he said as he started to crawl back into bed, then looked down at his mostly flaccid dick, which twitched with more life than he evidently expected, what with the surprised expression on his face which had him grinning. “The things you do to me, woman,” he mumbled against the top of my head after I’d draped myself over his chest.

“Ditto,” I punctuated that with a kiss over his sternum, settling in against him.

“Hello!” I heard from the kitchen as Brycen and I were preparing brunch, followed by Bailey skittering on the kitchen tile as he attempted a mad dash toward the front of the house.

“Shit,” he cursed, shooting me a panicked look as another woman said, “Mom, didn’t you learn anything about barging into homes without knocking first when you caught Brent and I?—”

“Oh pish, Rebecca. Your brother told me he was working today,” the lady said, then added a, “Well, hello!” when a mid-to-late-sixties woman came barreling to a halt in the kitchen with loads of bags in both her hands, Brycen’s dog circling around her.

“Mom!” another woman scolded, as another one came to a stop beside her. Her eyes widened when they took in the oversized man’s button-down shirt I was dressed in. The look of shock dissipated within seconds when her closed fist over her lips attempted to cover up her humor, which was useless considering the nervous giggle that came burbling out.

If I had to guess, despite their short stature, these three had to be Brycen’s mother and two of his sisters. The eyes, hair color, and overall resemblant stunning looks were more than enough to prove it.

I couldn’t be any more embarrassed.

Brycen

As soon as Mom came into the kitchen, I rushed around to my visitors’ side of the island, thankful that even though Jana was in nothing but her skimpy underwear and one of my dress shirts—which has never looked any better, I might add—that the counter would block the sight of her endless bare legs, so long as she stayed right where she was.

As soon as I heard Coraline’s giggle, however, I knew the jig was up, and it was only going to be a matter of time before Rebecca clued in.

“Mom.” I smiled at the tiny spitfire who had raised me, then proceeded to give her a hug, looking at Rebecca and adding, “Becks, I thought you stole the key from her the last time she caught you and Brent getting it on.”

She shrugged. “I thought she’d learn to knock after she caught me with my husband’s dick in my mouth. I was wrong.”

I groaned; these are things a brother could go a lifetime without hearing about. “Thanks for that image, sis. Not sure there’s enough bleach in the world to purge that from my mind.”

Jana tried to cover her shocked gasp with a soft cough at my sister’s unashamed and too-much-information level statement.

“Well, at least the second time you had it right.” I released my mother as she continued talking, “I love my grandbabies, but there’s no way you can give me anymore when you’re swallowing that man’s magic juice.”

These women were just too much sometimes—even for me.

A hiccupped giggle punctuated the air from behind me.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head, terrified to turn and look at my houseguest. I wouldn’t have been shocked if Jana ran out of here like her hair had caught fire in the next five minutes if the other women in my life kept carrying on the way they were.

“Becks,” I said, giving my oldest sister a hug, then moving to Cora to give her hers, before rushing back to help my mother with the shopping bags.

“Well, who do we have here?” Mom asked as soon as I relieved her of her burden, turning to set everything on the island countertop and finding a wide-eyed, blushing Jana.

“Working, my ass,” Rebecca muttered under her breath from right behind me.

“Shut up, Becks,” I rumbled quietly, then proceeded to our mother’s side, guiding all three of them to the stools on the opposite side of the island to have a seat. “Mom, Becks, Cora, this is Jana,” I introduced.

“Hallelujah!” Cora exclaimed as I made my way to stand behind Jana, ready to support her through this unplanned and, albeit, awkward first meeting.

Next thing I knew, Mom flew around the island, coming at a dead stop right in front of my woman—it didn’t matter that we hadn’t labeled things—before pulling her away from me, and wrapping her in her arms as if she’d known her forever.

“I can’t believe it’s finally happened!” She giggled, shaking Jana from side to side, ensuring the much taller woman to hold on to the force of nature who was my mother just to stay on her feet.

I braced myself for an overwhelmed Jana, but the smile she graced me with, once my mother had released her, was a sweet one. Then, she surprised me further by leaving my side and jumping into things with both feet.

“Tell me truly,” she said in a conspiring tone, smirking at me before she leaned an elbow onto the island, cradling her chin in her hand, “did you girls seriously use him as your baby doll growing up?”

I sniggered as Rebecca and Coraline looked at one another with matching grins before turning to Jana with twin nods and Coraline jumped in to expand.

“Dressed him up, did his hair, and?—”

“Ha!” Mom harrumphed as she nudged me toward Jana, taking the creamer and milk bottles I’d just grabbed from one of the bags from my hands, and began stowing away the groceries they’d brought, as she added, “You two begged your father and me to let his hair grow so you could braid it!”

“He had such beautiful hair,” Coraline added all dreamlike.

“But we had to make do with those barrettes,” Becks finished. “Mom contemplated it for all but a few seconds before Dad put the kibosh on it all.”

Jana smiled up at me before leaning into my arm, which I moved to wrap around her shoulders, bringing her closer. “I’m gonna have to see pictures, you know that, right?”

“I’m sure I have one around here somewhere,” I confessed before pressing my lips to the hairline next to her ear.

“Aw!” Rebecca swooned.

“You two are so sweet,” Coraline added. “You should come to Sunday dinner.”

To everyone else, Jana might have looked like she simply rolled with my sister’s words, but I felt the subtle bit of tension that shuddered through her body before her face flushed with a blush and she relaxed into me once more.

“Yes, dear.” Mom came up to her other side, and when I turned, she’d already managed to put everything away, even the grocery bags were nowhere to be seen. “I’ve been waiting a good long time for this day.”

“Mom,” I cautioned.

Instead, she patted Jana’s hand, gaining her attention. “Now, Jana, don’t you dare feel obligated,” Mom started with a reassuring smile. “I know we’re a bit much, but we’re just so excited to finally meet someone who means something to our Brycen.”

“T-thank you?” she stuttered.

“What they’re trying to say,” I interrupted, turning Jana so she faced me, “is that I’ve never brought anyone home until now.”

She gave a curt nod. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned that.”

“And he’s never let us meet anybody either,” Coraline added softly.

Blushing, she shrugged her shoulders, smirking shyly at me. “Not like I could have gone anywhere in this.”

Rebecca giggled. “Nah, he’d have found somewhere for you to hole up until we’d cleared the property if he was against us meeting you.”

“Becks.” I tried to bestow a reprimanding glare on my sister, but Jana’s snicker had me grinning down at her instead.

“How about we get out of your hair, and you can think on it,” Mom suggested.

Jana slowly turned and met each of my sisters’ excitedly hopeful gazes before she turned to face my mother and nodded. “I’ll think about it. Promise.”

Then, she did something that shocked me as much as it seemed to have shocked my mother. She stepped forward, leaned to kiss my mom’s cheek, and by the time her arms came up to hug her, Mom already had her in her grasp.

Sneaking a look to my sisters, it seemed we were a little surprised about this turn of events, but my siblings’ smiles were encouraging, and the smile Mom shot me as she pulled me down to give my cheek a big smacking kiss left me feeling optimistic because every one of their smiles, boasted their unofficial seal of approval.