The Hacker (The Bro Series Book 2)

by Xavier Neal

  The liquor floating around my system encourages me to say, “Am I drunk or was that a really good analogy?”

  Meena glances at me. “I don’t know about really good, but it was decent.”

  “It was not decent! Fue una mierda!”

  “It wasn’t the shit,” Pax argues as a woman slinks into the room behind him.

  “You speak Spanish?” Meena joyfully perks up.

  Her excitement causes me to grip her tighter in my lap, which makes Wyatt chuckle and mutter, “Relax, bro. She’s all yours.”

  “Not exactly,” Pax replies with a shrug. “Italian. Some words are similar enough to catch the gist of a sentence.”

  “You’re Italian?” Ainsley questions a hint of surprise in her voice.

  “Half.”

  Unlike the rest of my bros, Pax actually possesses a natural shade of color to his complexion. He’s also physically much larger, much more threatening, and completely bald.

  “The half that likes great food, great wine, and beautiful women,” Wyatt smoothly says. “Are you going to introduce us to the bottle of red you’re carrying or more importantly the gold skinned heavenly treat who followed you in?”

  I sigh, “Put your egg roll away, Wyatt. That’s his girlfriend.”

  He immediately snaps, “You all know my dick is bigger and longer than an egg roll.”

  “Not all of us,” Pax’s girlfriend slyly interjects. “But if you’re willing to play show and tell…”

  Pax pulls her against him and threatens Wyatt with a finger. “Don’t even fucking consider it.” We all laugh and shortly after, he says, “Everyone meet Ryann. Ryann these are my bros I’ve told you about.”

  At least he’s telling her something ‘cause he hasn’t told us shit.

  And the little information I couldn’t help myself from looking at has me beyond curious. He’s lucky Meena demanded I stop and encouraged me to actually get to know her as a person rather than judge her by what I found.

  The five of us make our way over to the woman and begin proper introductions. While there is something strikingly beautiful about her dark hair pinned up on the top of her head, and her skin tight black sweater dress with gold trim designs, she pales in comparison to the woman I am anxiously waiting to be on top of.

  Inside of….

  Can I kick them out early?

  Pax brushes off the funnel of questions about how they met and how he’s kept her hidden this long by insisting we keep the focus where it belongs, on me. He scurries away to the kitchen to open the bottle of wine protesting we toast with something more decent. Ryann assists in delivering the glasses, and we lift them the moment we’re all back together.

  Wyatt starts his speech over, “Before I was rudely interrupted-”

  Meena mutters, “Dramático.”

  My free hand snakes around her waist and he continues, “I was going to say, when Nate and Pax turned 30, Holden was the one to give us a responsible, heartfelt speech. He reminded us each time to make the next decade better than this one. Gotta admit, that’s gonna be hard to top considering all the badass shit we did in our 20s…”

  The four of us laugh lightly at the various memories we’re all thinking about.

  Like making sure we didn’t get arrested for being drunk and disorderly by blackmailing the officer into calling it in as a false alarm. Pretty sure it wasn’t my idea to have a naked drunk decathlon in the middle of the street, but I am sure Beth beat the shit out of Wyatt during wheel barrel races.

  “But…if the happiness you’ve all found is any indication to what lies ahead then I agree. Here’s to making the next ten, ten times better than the last, with people we love at least ten times more than we love ourselves.”

  We collectively agree, clink, and drink.

  His poetic words hit harder than the booze.

  My 20s were filled with some of the best and worst moments a person can have.

  I pray my 30s have less of the latter.

  The party migrates back to the kitchen where Pax and Ryann dive into dinner leftovers while the rest of us munch on the outrageous selection of dips, Wyatt created. Our conversation initially revolves around as many embarrassing moments from my college days that they can recall. While Meena wears a smile, a sliver of guilt gets caught in the back of my throat. She wasn’t invited to the parties because she was the one watching my son. The one making sure he was bathed and fed. She was the one being a real mother to him while his actual one was out sneaking shrooms in the backseat of her car with Wyatt. Despite the fact the topic doesn’t seem to bother her, it bothers me, and I try to distract from it as smoothly as possible. Like he can sense what I’m thinking Wyatt takes the hint and starts an odd discussion about the wildest foods we’ve all eaten. Eventually this leads us to the vodka candy conversation and returning to play more games that require us to eat them.

  After a liquor filled version of Candy Land, an odd round of Uno, and inebriated Mario Kart racing, we’re back to lounging around the living room with music playing. However, the second Meena gets inspired to dance, she’s out of my lap and tugging Ainsley along to dance with her. The two of them start swaying and singing, encouraging Ryann to join in.

  As soon as she joins the rolling wave of seduction they’re displaying to “Buttons” by the Pussy Cat Dolls, Pax mumbles to us, “Am I fucking dreaming or is that really happening?”

  Nate tries not to groan. “It’s like watching LIVE porn…”

  “Isn’t all porn technically LIVE if the people are alive?” Wyatt thoughtfully ponders resting his elbows on the back of the couch between us.

  The girls continue singing, grinding together and giggling like they know exactly what they’re doing to us.

  And I have no fucking doubt in my mind that they do.

  As soon as Meena motions a finger to beckon me over, I’m on my feet before I can even process what’s happening. She drags us away from the other two women who mimic her action to call their boyfriends over. With a seductive smile, she rolls her hips around taking my attention in circles with them. I possessively groan and yank her body close to mine, eager to feel the gyration against me. She spins, so her ass is firmly pressed to my crotch, drops down to touch her toes, and then slowly drags her hands back up her thighs. My dick thumps, begging for her to repeat the action with him inside. Snaking my arms around her waist, I let her lead our bodies to the changed beat, which is now a Pitbull song. I rap along with him and get sucked into the vortex that is Meena. For several songs we grind closely becoming a heaving mess that has my dick constantly aching in need of more. During the process, my eyes occasionally steal glimpses of Nate and Ainsley who can’t keep their lips separated for long periods of time and Pax and Ryann who are clearly trying not to give into the idea of getting each other naked. Each time I glance Wyatt’s direction, he simply smirks, not an ounce of jealousy in his baby blue eyes.

  I hate that he doesn’t have this.

  I hate that he doesn’t want this.

  I hate that out of all of us he’ll probably never change.

  My girlfriend presses her body harder against mine and I catch a familiar gleam in Wyatt’s eyes. All of a sudden, her words from earlier come crushing down on me, and I realize the perfect way to prove she’s nothing like my ex.

  “Baby,” my teeth tug at her ear lobe. “You trust me?”

  Meena moans her reply, “Si…”

  “Then let me take you in a way I never have anyone else…”

  Her brown eyes glance over her shoulder at me in interest.

  “Don’t ask questions.”

  She frowns.

  “Just…let me prove to you that you’re really all mine.”

  There’s no hesitation in her voice. No fear. No doubt. “Si.”

  I slide my hand into hers and pull her the direction of Wyatt. When I get within ear shot of him, I lean over to only where he can hear. “You game?”

  He gives me an inquisitive look then shoots it to Meena. �
��For?”

  “Conquer.”

  His eyebrows jump up as he leans away to give me a serious look. When I don’t break eye contact nor show any signs of backing down, the corner of his lip tugs upward and he nods slowly. “You sure about this?”

  I steal a glimpse over my shoulder of the woman I’m trying to convince myself not to feel guilty about wanting.

  About needing.

  About loving.

  My eyes meet Wyatt’s again and I simply nod.

  He nods in return and downs the last of the beer in his bottle at the same time I announce, “Rules are as follows. You are welcome to crash and fuck anywhere in this house that is not my room or my kid’s room. Got it?”

  “My room is open,” Meena announces promptly. “Para ambos.”

  “That means for both?” Nate practically begs between kisses. “Fuck, let that mean for both….”

  “It does,” Wyatt informs as he ditches the empty bottle.

  They make a rush for the room while Pax and Ryann tumble onto the couch. I slide myself behind Meena and whisper, “My room. Now.”

  Her eyes widen at the declaration.

  We’ve never had sex in there. I’d like to blame it completely on the fact I have two children who are less likely to hear us when we’re downstairs, but that would be a lie. Truth is the guilt from being happy and moving on has grown roots in various aspects including allowing another woman in the room I once shared with Beth. It doesn’t matter I bought a new bed or all new furniture. Doesn’t matter I ditched the ‘artsy photos’ by random photographers for a signed lacrosse jersey, a flat screen T.V., and classic framed comic books. It still felt wrong to fuck another woman anywhere near the room. But it’s time to change that shit.

  It’s time to let the memory of Beth rest and upgrade to life with Meena.

  Along our climb up the stairs, my hands wander down her sides, caressing the curves I’m going to be claiming the minute we cross the threshold.

  Wyatt trails behind closely, eyes studying my hands yet mouth remaining silent.

  The moment the three of us cross the threshold my restraint snaps. I roughly brace Meena against the closed door, pin my hand beside her head, and scrape my teeth along the underside of her jaw. She hums in approval, which spurs my mouth to open.

  To bite.

  To lick.

  To mark.

  Her body shudders when my teeth sink into the sensitive skin and my dick demands we move past this, that the dancing was enough foreplay.

  How fucking wrong he is.

  “Meena,” Wyatt’s voice calls to her.

  She turns her head and I drag my teeth towards the spot under her ear she’s now exposing. “Hm?”

  With my mouth in an occupied oscillation between that area and her lobe, I observe my best friend’s movements out of my peripheral, not nearly as nervous as I thought I would be. His expression is a mixture of intrigue and predatory. A premature growl begins festering and I glide my hand down the front of Meena’s thin black shirt.

  Wyatt’s head hits the side of the door at an angle. “Holden’s gonna take you…”

  My free hand slides up the back of her thigh.

  “Break you…”

  I squeeze her ass hard like his words were an immediate trigger to take action.

  She squeaks at the brute force.

  “It may hurt a bit,” Wyatt teases with a flirtatious tone.

  Typically, I try to hold the monster back.

  To hide it.

  To shelter her from the barbarian she has a tendency to bring out.

  Not this time.

  Not tonight.

  Everything changes.

  I’m fucking hitting 1 like never before.

  “But by the end of it all, he’s going to put you back together as his.”

  The last word causes me to clamp down ferociously on her neck with a minor growl.

  Meena moans and attempts to turn her face my direction, which is when Wyatt grips her by the chin to maintain their eye contact. In a feeble voice, she questions, “What are you gonna do?”

  I can hear his smile expand despite the fact my eyes have fallen shut in desperation for more of her. “Help.”

  Wyatt doesn’t leave room for any more questions.

  “Shirt.”

  Instantly, I relinquish the hold I had to viciously yank off my girlfriend’s shirt. There’s a minor gasp, but it barely registers. My eyes fall to her heaving chest where a lacy black bra is standing between my mouth and her perfect, perky nipples.

  “Bed.”

  Swiftly, I maneuver her around until her knees knock against the edge. She drops her jaw to speak yet loses interest when she’s pushed backwards and my teeth start tugging at the material covering her tits. Meena melts into my bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head in pure, unadulterated euphoria.

  The sound of Wyatt’s footsteps getting closer syncs up with the speed of my breathing. My eyes briefly meet his and he nods knowing what I want my next move to be.

  What I need it to be.

  I quickly remove the barrier, banish it from the bed, and trap her hardened nub between my teeth. Meena moans and I suck harder, anxious to rip an orgasm out of her without concern for ever having my own.

  My tongue begins a languorous lap around her nipple as Wyatt lowers his body beside the bed closer to her face.

  “See the thing is Meena,” he speaks slowly, eyes following my mouth’s movements, silently directing it to taste the other side identical to the way I am this one. The moment my teeth have her body hostage again, he continues, “When a woman is actually claimed by the man she loves…”

  My hand hastily begins undoing her jeans.

  “There’s no real risk in another man watching.”

  I callously tear them down her long legs along with her underwear.

  “Because she’s not tempted by or interested in anyone else.”

  Now fully bare in front of the both of us, her brown eyes dart open, and up at me. While I expect some sort of trepidation, some inkling of uneasiness about what’s about to happen next, I’m relieved when all I see is trust.

  Confidence in keeping her safe from anything terrible happening.

  Expectation in keeping my promise from earlier.

  Her legs widen willingly and I dip two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. The sound of my entrance echoes around the room eliciting a breathless moan from all three of us.

  The possessive voice I’m beginning to love rather than loathe states, “Mine.”

  Meena’s body arches upward and Wyatt tugs her tight curls to tilt her head up. “Say it.”

  “Yours,” she whimpers out a sound so deliciously dirty my dick weeps in the prison of my jeans.

  “He’s gonna conquer that little pussy until the only person you ever remember fucking is him.” Another breath is stolen from her when he yanks her hair again and commands, “Harder.”

  I shove my fingers deeper, picking up speed with each push. A frantic, fierce rhythm is discovered and I completely surrender to the beast breaking free. Meena moans and mumbles what sounds like pleading in Spanish yet I don’t falter my movements. I don’t consider the possibility I’m hurting her. That I could truly hurt her.

  Because I want to break her.

  I want to shatter her.

  I want to fuck her into a million little pieces that only I can put back together.

  Her head twists and her body contorts underneath mine as the first orgasm hits. She begins crying out my name, and I can’t stop from watching her body tremble with the sound of every letter.

  Wyatt holds her in place, my fingers still slipping in and out, toying with her sensitive clit. I watch his mouth get closer to her ear and a loud grumble is grabbed. He cocks a triumphant grin before whispering, “That wasn’t good enough…” Her eyes squeeze shut even tighter and mine lock with his. “Again.”

  All of a sudden, my fingers stiffen inside of her and begin thrusting without in
hibition. Meena’s cries continue until they morph into something carnal.

  Something animalistic all their own.

  Something stuck between tortured bliss and euphoric madness.

  Her thighs make an effort to squeeze together as her sopping wet pussy swallows my fingers, but my knees harshly refuse, applying enough pressure to keep them spread.