The Hacker (The Bro Series Book 2)

by Xavier Neal

  To keep her open.

  To keep her body on the docket for punishing.

  Meena clutches at the sheets, screams for what feels like mercy, and hungrily moans each time Wyatt gives her hair another tug. Finally, the familiar pulsing of her pussy begins again, forcing my own eyes to close. At the moment she announces her body’s obvious action, Wyatt’s hand locks onto my wrist, and holds it in place. My pulse pounds against his grip yet my cock threatens to come apart from the overwhelming connection between the three of us.

  When the shaking starts to subside, I open my eyes and Wyatt merely gives me a nod of approval to truly finish what I’ve started. In a blinding rush, I shed my shirt and jeans, flip Meena over onto her stomach, and up onto her knees.

  I pierce through the tight muscles straight to the hilt.

  Her body arches back at the same time she screams, “Oh Dios mío!”

  My fingers anchor themselves onto her hips and ruthlessly rock her ass against me. It bounces back each time with perfect precision while her pussy clenches down on my cock in unison of the motions. A savage groan tears throughout my system at the same time I give her a good swat on the ass.

  Meena whimpers and Wyatt commands, “Harder.”

  I pop her round ass again this time receiving a similar mewl to the one she was making earlier on the verge of coming. “Sí. Más fuerte!”

  The greed and hunger in her voice make for the best translator I could ever imagine. I repeat the action with more fervor, letting my head loll backwards from being drunk with primal power.

  There’s a sudden shift onto the bed and I pull my face back up to see Wyatt positioned closer to her again. He cuts me a glance seconds prior to gripping her by the chin once more.

  This time there’s no pang of possible jealousy.

  No question whether or not she’d take the bait.

  No doubt everyone in this room understands who this pussy belongs to.

  Who this woman belongs to.

  “You’re gonna come on his cock now,” Wyatt purrs yet her pussy doesn’t respond.

  It wants me.

  It only listens to me.

  “That’s right baby,” I subtly agree. “You’re gonna give my dick every last fucking drop.”

  The muscles swell from my declaration and so does my smirk.

  She really is all mine.

  My balls threaten to come from the thoughts as well as from her pussy’s wet, wordless pleading for my submission.

  Wyatt’s eyes narrow at me. “Not. Yet.”

  Easy for him to fucking say, his dick isn’t currently coated in hot ecstasy.

  His grip slides to her neck where it clutches. “Say his name.”

  Meena follows the command immediately. “Holden…”

  “Louder.”

  He squeezes making it a more difficult task. Watching his grip harshen pushes me to thrust more severely.

  I want all of the power here.

  It’s completely mine.

  She’s completely mine.

  Her strained voice repeats, “Holden.”

  Wyatt’s eyes unite with mine once more yet his demand is to her, “Say it like he owns you.”

  A hallow howl of my name is relinquished and my teeth bite down on the inside of my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood. Meena starts to collapse, becoming completely sated as her final orgasm is milked from her. I swiftly tug her up by the hair so her back is flush with my front and bury my face in the crook of her neck against the red butterfly tattoo. She shakes. She cries. She pledges her love over and over again in a symphony of surrender I can’t handle. With one final push, my body goes rigid, and searing streams end the starvation her pussy was suffering through. I release a rapturous bellow that reverberates around the entire room. Our limbs twist together at the time our mouths fuse. In a collection of shallow breaths and bites, we enter Elysium completely connected.

  This is what love should feel like.

  Completely exhausted, the two of us fall together in a sweaty heap. It takes a few minutes for us to gather our senses, but when it happens, Meena is first to speak. She props her chin onto my chest and asks, “When did Wyatt leave?”

  I give the place a quick scan surprised at his disappearance. “I….I honestly don’t have any idea…”

  We exchange a set of sweet smiles over the realization of how engulfed in one another we were.

  We are.

  My fingers trail along her spine. “You’re okay? That wasn’t…You didn’t feel…I wasn’t…”

  “It was amazing.” Her reassurance is met with a soft kiss on my chest. Afterwards she asks, “And you’ve never done anything like that before? Not even with Beth?”

  I shake my head.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I never believed she was really mine…”

  Meena’s brown eyes expand with sadness.

  “I knew if something like this happened, she wouldn’t have hesitated to invite Wyatt into the situation with us, proving my biggest fear. Well, my biggest fear at the time.” I toy with a curl my finger stumbles across. “You’re all mine now. You’re my 1 after a lifetime of having to hit 0. And I’m all yours, Meena. Any day. Every day. Anything you need or want from me will always be a 1.”

  She sweetly sighs, shifts her body back on top of mine, and feverishly reunites our mouths.

  Maybe Meena is the system reset I had been waiting for.

  Maybe this time I’ll get everything right for me and my children.

  “Where’s Dad?” Lynk huffs as I put the finishing touches of gel in his hair.

  “Working.” There’s another grumble out of him, which prompts me to remind him, “You knew that was the deal, Lynk. You knew if he came to your class Halloween party and Sage’s parade, he was going to have to be busy for a bit.”

  “Yeah, but he’s been working since we got home forever ago.”

  His over dramatic calculation of time pulls a smile to my lips. “Tres horas.”

  Lynk frown expands.

  Having Holden come to Lynk’s party meant more to his son than I’m sure he realized. The proud look on Lynk’s face during our entire time there was heartwarming. Every moment one of us doted on him or joked around with him and his classmates, you could tell he was overly thrilled. What’s adorable is the gleam in his eyes was the same one in Holden’s when we pulled into the parking lot and he realized this was the first time Lynk ever had ‘two parents’ show up for him to anything school related. Not that I’m actually his parent or that he refers to me as such, but for the sake of the point, that’s how it felt. Holden was so overwhelmed with gratitude and so excited he couldn’t stop himself from pouncing me in the car. Thankfully, we had parked in the back and weren’t caught making out or with his hand between my legs.

  I try to change the focus of the conversation. “You know, I got this session’s grades today.”

  Lynk’s expression grows concerned.

  Washing the gel off my hands in their bathroom sink, I state, “Apparently you’re getting a B in English and your reading level is now at the level it should be.”

  The shock on his face is precious. “What!”

  After drying my hands with the My Little Pony towel on Sage’s side of the bathroom, I give him a slow yet proud nod. “Si! Plus, your teacher left a note that says if you keep showing improvement like this you might actually be reading at a level higher than you’re supposed to by the end of the year.”

  “That would be so cool!” Lynk shrieks. “I’ve never done that before!”

  I lightly laugh and lean against the sink. “Well, we’ll make it happen if that’s what you want. But it’s going to take some trabajo.”

  Lynk nods and then does a couple unnecessary superhero punches.

  Boys. Always celebrating their victories like they’re king of the world.

  Holden did something similar when he successfully carved the Batman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman symbol into pumpkins on Sunday afternoon. While
it earned massive respect from his ten-year-old and his ten year old’s best friend, Sage and I faked our enthusiasm before returning to decorating papers with Halloween stickers.

  “How about tonight you read libros to la familia?”

  He pauses his action moves.

  “After we come home from trick or treating, what do you say we all get into our PJs and you can read to all of us before bed? Maybe The Charlie Brown Halloween book and tu hermana’s favorite about the monster who eats cookies?”

  He rapidly nods again at the same time Sage comes barreling into the bathroom in a fit of tears.

  Immediately, I lift her up. “What’s wrong?”

  She lets her small blonde head fall onto my chest. “I don’t wanna wear my mask! It hurts!”

  “Aww.” My hand gives her back a soothing rub. “That’s okay, Sunshine. You don’t have too.”

  “But I’m Batgirl…I have too….” Her whine is even more drama filled than her brother’s was just a few minutes ago.

  Too much candy and too much stimulation is not a good combination for either of them. Hopefully, they don’t complain when we take them on a shorter route to get them to bed in a timely fashion.

  “Everyone will know you’re Batgirl because of your costume,” Lynk points out, trying to help lift her spirits. “And you look really cool as Batgirl.”

  She smiles sweetly at her brother and reaches out for him to hold her. Despite the fact she’s getting a little too big now, Lynk does it anyway with all the joy he has.

  Helplessly my mind wonders how he would treat having a new baby brother or sister.

  Would he hold her with love? Would he be super careful and snuggle her the same way he does Sage?

  I shake my head in an attempt to vanquish the thoughts that have no business being there.

  “Come on, Bat family. Let’s get down stairs, grab your dad, and hit the sidewalk.”

  Lynk puts his sister down and she takes off through his room for the stairs, her black and yellow tutu needing to be pulled back down over her butt. Once the three of us are downstairs by the front door, the two of them with their Halloween bags in hand, I shout, “Come on, Holden!”

  “Coming!” He calls back and then repeats, “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  Words he never says in bed because he doesn’t have to. I swear it’s like my body has become so in sync with his it can feel it coming the second he decides that’s what should happen and makes sure we let go together.

  The idea of getting the kids in bed sooner rather than later becomes even more of a necessity when he rounds the corner and his jaw drops to the ground at the sight of my costume. My glittery, black, thin, long sleeve t-shirt is sheer and the black tights paired with the top are equally as see through revealing my lack of underwear. The thick gold sash around my waist matches the gold necklace dangling against my chest, which is currently where his eyes are glued. Eventually he lets his attention drink in the set of ears on my head, collar around my neck, and the black thigh high boots I was regretting squeezing into until he grabbed a look.

  However, before he has time to comment on it, Sage whines, “Daddy, muévase más rápido!”

  He tilts his head with a playful attitude. “Did you just tell me to hurry up in Spanish?”

  She giggles, but bobs her head.

  “Come on, Dad,” Lynk calls to him. “I don’t wanna miss all the good candy!”

  “Because there’s bad candy?” Holden questions, adjusting the cape attached to the Batman t-shirt he’s wearing that has the printed muscled chest of the hero.

  “Have you ever had Raisinets?” I gag.

  “Or the black string?!” Sage adds.

  “That’s called licorice,” he informs while picking her up. “And Daddy actually likes it.”

  The three of us shake our head at him.

  “Seriously? I’m the only person here who likes it?”

  “I’ll try not to hold that against you.”

  My tease is met with a sarcastic, sexy smirk.

  “Everyone squeeze in,” I command at the same time I pull my phone out of my bra, which is the only place to hold it. “Say Bat Family.”

  The four of us squish together with Lynk standing between me and Holden. Once the selfie is taken, I insist we take one more with all of us making silly faces.

  On our way out the door, I casually ask, “Do you mind if I send this to Arthur and Sybil?”

  He carefully drops Sage down to her black boot covered feet. “Not at all.” After he locks the door he also adds, “And I don’t mind if you post it online either.”

  His words stumble my footing. “Really?”

  Holden shrugs as we start to walk along the side closely behind the two amped up kids to the house next door. “Really. It’s not like you’re going to be swapping them with strangers for them to jerk off to. You’re just sharing with your friends and family…”

  My heart races at the hopes he’ll one day say our family. Which has to be ludicrous. It’s only been around three months that we’ve been back in each other’s lives. For most people any thoughts that direction would be insane to even consider, but three months day in and day out with someone I think gives you a completely different relationship than someone you see occasionally for a date a couple times a week. Since I moved in, we’ve basically built an entire life together, at first for the sake of the kids and more recently for us.

  Maybe we’re not moving too fast.

  Maybe this is the perfect speed for us.

  Isn’t that what should really matter?

  I quickly send the pictures to the kid’s grandparents, post the photo to Facebook, and tuck the phone back into my bra. Sage and Lynk loudly thank the neighbors for the treats and rush off to the next house, the two of us keeping a healthy distance, but close enough to act if necessary.

  All of a sudden, Holden’s fingers brush mine and fold with them. The simple, sweet action steals a small breath and shoots my eyes to his.

  Cautiously, I question, “What if the kids see?”

  He gives a sweet look. “Let ‘em.”

  “Holden-”

  “It makes more sense to ease them into the idea of us together.” His eyes gravitate back towards where they’ve stopped to wait in line. “Eventually, they’ll catch on and when they’re ready to talk about it, we’ll talk about it.”

  My hand squeezes his in agreement.

  “But let’s keep it low key for now. Sitting closer together. Holding hands…”

  “So no making out?” I tease with a bump into his side.

  Holden viciously groans as we come to a halt to wait for them. “No. And what the fuck were you thinking wearing that costume?”

  My eyes cut to him once more and I bite, “Perdón?”

  His float back to mine and the wildness in them causes a wetness between my thighs. “How the hell am I supposed to not spend the entire night with a raging hard on or not have thoughts of you with those goddamn boots in the air?”

  A wide grin takes over my face.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking weird is it to have my dick this hard around children? It’s all sorts of fucked up.”

  The two of us exchange a small laugh and quickly begin moving again when Sage darts for the next house with her brother trailing behind.

  “So I’ve never asked…”

  Holden gives me a brief glance to continue.

  “What’s with the whole Bat world love affair?”

  He starts to smile.

  “I mean you’ve got multiple symbols for him and Gotham on your arm, not to mention the Poison Ivy vines on your back. Your computer programs are named after his sidekicks or protégés or something. We watch that show Gotham, like religiously, when the kids aren’t around. Why’s he your favorite superhero?”

  Our hands start to sway a bit during our stroll. “When I was growing up, we didn’t always have television in the apartment, but the guy in the apartment across the way, well
I could see into his living room from our balcony. Eventually he caught on and began playing more kid friendly shows and on Saturday mornings, every Saturday morning, hot or cold, rain or shine, I would grab a bowl of cereal, a pillow, and go watch Batman. Every once in a while, he’d play the old movies with Michael Keaton for me and I would act out the fight scenes, which for the record didn’t actually help me when I was getting jumped and bullied back then.” Holden briefly pauses before finishing, “The comics eventually became a cheap escape I could take. Sometimes I found them in the trash outside the comic book shop if they had water damage, sometimes if the store wouldn’t offer someone enough cash for their collection, they’d just give ‘em away for free, but my love for all of it started because I learned early in life, not all heroes have capes. Not all heroes have magic powers. Sometimes a hero is just someone willing to take a stand to try to make someone else’s life better.” He lifts my hand to his lips and plants a small kiss. “Like you…”