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

Chapter 23

Jana

A week wentby in a flash with Brycen and I falling into some sort of a routine. It was nice, but in all honesty, I was bored shitless. Aside from Mom’s doctor’s appointments, we hadn’t left Brycen’s house. My only saving grace was that I had a new best friend in Bailey, who refused to leave my side while Brycen put in some hours for NSI. Between bouts of fetch, running around the backyard as we chased one another, I had also put quite the sizeable dent in my lengthy Kindle list of to-be-reads.

Sure, I’d kept myself busy by maintaining much of Brycen’s home, which wasn’t much as the man seemed to have a complex about keeping things clean and tidy, so that meant that aside from the occasional bout of dishes for two, and a couple of loads of laundry every few days, there’d been nothing much to do aside from take up cooking duties.

Which is what brought me to Brycen’s office.

“Smoked meat on rye, coming at ya,” I announced, letting myself in.

Spinning in his chair to face me, the man smiled while holding up a finger. “Yeah, I got it,” he spoke into the headset he was wearing. “Thanks, Huss,” he added before his arm snapped out, grabbed on to the front of my shirt, pulling me so I had nowhere to go as I landed on his lap, straddling him. He’d done this every time I’d come to him—always showering me with attention—even when he was otherwise engaged in his work. “Yeah,” he said, as he relieved my hands from the plateful of sandwich and plain chips I’d piled on, depositing it onto the corner of his desk. “Uh-huh,” he confirmed, then leaned in to press his lips against mine before pulling away far enough for me to see the gleam in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll let her know. Okay, right. Bye.”

In a fraction of a second, the man shed his headset, flinging it over his shoulder as it landed on the desk behind him, no concern for anything, or anyone, other than me. Grabbing my face in his hands, he slammed his mouth onto mine, his tongue immediately demanding entrance.

And I gave it to him.

By the time he released me, I was squirming against his lap, greedily looking for a way to quell the ache in my core.

“My baby made me food again,” he rumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, then nuzzled my nose with his. “You know you don’t have to.”

Cupping his cheek with one hand, then wrapping the other arm around his shoulders, I nipped at his bottom lip, then said, “I know, but I feel like I need to do something more than keep house and sit on my ass all day.”

A hand reached said ass, squeezing my left cheek. “I like your ass, Jana. I love squeezing it.” He punctuated the next series of words with a kiss. “It’s a great handful to hold on to when I’m fucking you into the mattress. The way it jiggles when I do you from behind makes me want to bite into those juicy globes. And when you let me touch you there, the way your pussy grips my cock is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Christ, Brycen.” I swallowed hard, squirming some more. “I think you just disintegrated my underwear with your words.”

He chuckled. “You like it when I talk dirty?” His hands reached for the hem of my shirt, working it up above my boobs. Then he shifted his seat so we turned and I was forced to brace my arms on the edge of his desk, as he peppered kisses and nips across my cleavage before he settled his nose between my tits, taking a long inhale.

Sure, I could bitch and moan about being bored, but for the last week, these sexy interludes, and quality time with Brycen were what I lived for.

“I can’t wait to fuck these,” he rumbled, pinching a nipple through my lacy bra, the sting making me hiss.

“Yesss,” I pleaded. “Anything.”

“Anything?” He pulled back, his eyes connecting with mine and all I could do was nod.

When his grin came out to play, dimples and all, I couldn’t help myself and leaned in to lick one of them.

With a hard squeeze of both ass cheeks, he demanded, “Up you go, baby. Turn around, face the desk, and bend over.”

A bolt of heat zinged to my nether regions, and I felt myself liquify. “In here?” Please let it be here.

“Fuck yeah,” he rasped, then reached for my leggings, pulling them down to my ankles as he hissed at the sight I evidently made. “Thought you said you were wearing underwear, baby.” I heard the telltale thump of his knees hitting the floor behind me and felt his hands at my ankles, guiding me to lift my right foot so he could release it from the pantleg. He didn’t bother with the other, simply gliding his calloused hands up the back of my calves, tapping at the backs of my knees. “Spread for me, Jana,” he said before depositing a nip to the back of my left thigh. “I need to taste you.”

A moan escaped me the moment his finger traced the crack of my butt, settling to circle the rosette a few times before he held me open, and the warmth of his breath shuddered over my heat.

His moan at his first taste of me had me nearly falling over the precipice. “Fuck, I could spend days doing just this, Jana. This is all I’d need to survive this life.” He flicked his tongue against my nub and pressed three fingers inside of me, hitting that magic spot he seemed so well-versed in locating, and it was all too much.

My knees shook, my pulse thrummed in my head, my vision dimmed, and the breath in my chest rattled as Brycen held me up for fear that I’d collapse as he buried his face into me, licking at me through my orgasm, until I was firmly on the other side of the crest.

Within moments, I felt his bare chest against my back, and his cock at my entrance.

“Fuck, baby,” he gritted out, “you’re so fucking tight like this.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his girth stretched me to the edge of pleasure and pain. “You’re so big.”

“You say such sweet things.” He chuckled and bit my shoulder before he wrapped his arms around me, a hand trailing to my pussy, the other up to gently surround my neck, tilting my face so he could get to my lips.

“Fuck me, Brycen,” I urged by tilting my ass so he could get in deeper.

“As the lady wishes,” he ground out.

And he set a pace that led to mutually assured gratification.

Brycen

“Let me know when you’re ready to come home.” I moved into Jana, pressing her against Dalton’s front door.

Rubbing her cheek against the scruff of mine, she whispered, “I could have driven myself over here.” Her hands smoothed over my chest.

“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart.” My fingers played with the edge of her shirt, the tips feathering light caresses over the soft skin of her torso. “First, because there’s a psycho out there looking for you, and second…” I nipped at her lips. “You can let your hair down, relax, and enjoy those lemon drops I know are waiting for you behind that door. You deserve to unwind and not have to worry about anyone else but you.” I kissed her then, urging her lips open to get a taste of her sweetness, making her moan.

“Hey, when you’re done mauling her, let yourselves in.” D chuckled through the doorbell microphone.

“Oh, my God,” Jana groaned, burying her face in my chest while my shoulders shook with my humor, “this is?—”

Tucking my thumb under her chin, I guided her face upward, so her eyes met mine, and grinned. “Perfect? Right? Meant to be?”

She shrugged, the tilt of her lips deepening to a grin to match my own. “I was going to say embarrassing, but you know what?” She pecked the side of my jaw.

“What, baby?”

Her expression sobered from the humor that was just there, but her gaze softened on mine. “This does feel right, Brycen,” she whispered before pressing her lips to mine, my heart skipped a beat, then began racing at the sheer honesty of her statement.

Thank fuck I wasn’t the only one to feel that way. Christ, I was more than halfway in love with her after having her living with me for a little over a week.