Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(65)

He doesn't answer and somehow through my panic, I know without a doubt it was.

“Hetch?” I turn back. He has my arousal all over his face, and his gaze is on me.

“It was my mom and you’ve met my sister.” The bastard chuckles while helping me to my feet.

“I want to die.” My stomach rolls at the thought.

“Relax, it’s fine.” He smirks. His dimples don't make me feel better.

“Relax?” I think I’m in shock. His mom just saw his head between my ass cheeks and all he has to say is relax?

Is he mad?

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I drop his hand and adjust my dress back into place.

“What do you want me to say, Liberty? I can’t change her walking in. It happened. No point getting yourself worked up over it.” He has a point, but it still doesn’t make me feel any more relaxed. In fact, his blasé attitude is making me less relaxed.

“Where are you going?” I ask when he starts walking toward the door.

“I’m gonna go find out what the f*ck they are doing here. You coming?” He motions me forward.

“What! Are you mad? You want me to meet your mom, now?” I know things have been moving pretty fast the last few weeks with Hetch, but meeting the parents wasn’t on my radar.

“If my mom is here, then she ain’t leaving. Seeing as she walked in on me out here with a woman, she ain’t gonna want to leave until she meets you.” He takes my hand and pulls me into his chest, offering me a chaste kiss. I can smell my arousal on his face and I die a little more.

“Go wash your face off.” I push him back and point to the kitchen. He looks confused for a minute before understanding filters through. Returning to the kitchen, he turns the faucet on and dips his face under the running water. After he dries his mouth with the front of his shirt, he walks back over to me and wraps an arm around me.

“Come on then, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can finish what we started.”

“Seriously, how can you be thinking about sex at a time like this?” I scold him as he opens the front door.

“How can I not? It was f*cking hot, sweetheart,” he whispers low in my ear as my eyes connect with a woman who looks older than I originally thought and much more polished than I wished. I step out from Hetch’s arm, the moment too real for me to handle, and distance myself from him. Hetch doesn’t seem to mind. Instead of tucking me back into his arms, he folds them over his chest and directs his stare down at his much shorter mother.

“Mom. Kota,” he simply says, before his sister blurts, “I told her to knock.”

I think I’m going to be sick.





Twenty-Three





Hetch





“I told her to knock,” Kota blurts, throwing Mom under the bus. I don't bother to comment. Keeping my stare on my mom, I force her to address me first.

“I’m sorry, Liam. I wasn't expecting you to have company.” Her words are hesitant, unlike her vibrant self, but she doesn’t cower away from my stare.

“We were on our way to lunch, and I saw your truck out front. We thought you were working on the house.” She steps up into my space and I drop my brashness long enough to lean down and give her quick hug.

“Knock next time,” I tell her as she steps back and gives me a flustered nod. She then turns her attention to Liberty.

“Hi, I’m Brianna. Liam’s mom. I'm sure you feel every bit embarrassed right now, but don’t, he is my son after all.” She tries to put Liberty at ease, but I'm not sure it works.

“Mom. Just stop.” Kota puts a hand on Mom's arm, ready to pull her away at a moment’s notice.

“No, it's okay.” Liberty finally speaks up. “I'm so embarrassed to meet you like this.”

“You’re telling me. But hey, at least we didn't walk through the back door.” She attempts a joke. Kota snorts, while I hold in my laugh. Liberty must not get it at first until the ball drops.

“Oh, God!” It finally clicks. Her embarrassment travels over her skin in a perfect shade of red. “Well yes, I guess there’s that. I'm Liberty, by the way, and it’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Hetcherson?” She doesn’t sound so sure, but Mom doesn’t seem affected by it.

“Please call me Briana. And this is my daughter, Dakota.”

“Yes, we’ve met.” Kota offers Liberty a small wave.

“You've met?” Mom looks taken back, before turning her questioning eyes on my sister.

“Only briefly a couple weeks back.” Kota smirks at Liberty, obviously replaying the scene over in her head.

“Yeah, it was almost as awkward as this meeting.” Liberty chuckles, relaxing a little.

“What? Are you kidding me? It was awesome. That sassy mouth of yours laying into Liam. Girl, you and I are going to be great friends.” Kota winks, only confusing Mom more.

“What am I missing?”

“Nothing,” both Liberty and I answer right away, making Kota laugh harder.

I know this is quite sudden. Meeting my family isn’t something we have discussed, but now it’s happening, I’m enjoying seeing her squirm a little.

“Okay.” Mom looks between us like we’ve lost it before dropping it. “Have you guys had lunch? You should join us.” It’s not worded as a question because she knows I would say no. Instead, it’s a careful encouragement. One I won’t agree to if Liberty isn’t okay with it.