What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1)

by O. Y. Flemming

  “No. I'm not.”

  “You never know; it’ll take your orgasm to a higher level.”

  “How do you know?” I ask Cruz.

  “Been there, done it.”

  Bryant nods. “Yep, me too.”

  “Officially, I'm not un-mad at either of you; but shit has to get done. When this take-over is done, I'm done. I'm done with the both of you.” They ignore me as they walk away into my sitting room. “Do either of you hear me?”

  “Yeah, we heard; we're just not paying attention, Bree.”

  “I'm not joking,” I say as I walk around my island. The very island where Bryant licked me clean from front to back. The very island where my foot partially rested when Cruz let me down from the wall after feasting on my pussy. Flashbacks…

  He walks up to me, places his hands on my waist, and lowers himself so we are eye to eye. He looks over his shoulder to see where Bryant is. He’s thankfully sitting on the sofa because Cruz is ruthless with his words. He pulls me close to him, so only I can hear.

  “Seriously, you need to eat something.” He leans in closer and whispers, “Because whether lover boy watches or not, I’m cashing in on my promise from last night.”

  Cruz’s cock is rock solid at my belly. He places a kiss on my neck, then on my cheek. He lifts his head from the kiss and now his lips are at mine. I don’t do kissing. With this in mind, I prepare myself to move quickly, but it’s too late. The fucker licks my lips. He grabs the back of my head to hold me in place. I can’t believe his seductive actions, but then again nothing he does should surprise me. He licks my lips again, slowly this time. He stops and a devilish smile appears on his face as he flicks out his tongue to lick my lips once more. I move away from him as he backs away. Bryant doesn’t look too happy as I look at him, but I can tell he’s affected by what he just witnessed. His cock is pointing straight through his sweats, those dark gray sweats that I have previously pulled from him in several creative ways.

  * * *

  It’s midday Sunday, I’m feeling sated from my meal. Bryant went home only to return with his laptop. It also looks like he has an overnight bag.

  “You know, I’ve noticed you really aren’t talking to me unless Cruz is around.”

  “I’m not sure what you are talking about, Bryant.”

  “Finally, you’ve said my name.” I shoot him an evil look. He holds his hands up as he backs away. He puts his hands behind his back as he rocks back and forth on his heels. He has something to say by the way that he's acting.

  “What, Bryant? Hmm, what do you want to say to me?” I'm whisper yelling. Cruz is showering so I doubt he can hear either of us.

  “So you two haven't... um, you haven't had sex...with him?”

  “No,” I admit with a whisper. He has his head down avoiding eye contact with me. He raises his hand to my cheek. I place my hand atop his. Bryant leans forward in what I think is a kiss and I close my eyes.

  “I love you, Bria. I always will. No matter what.”

  “I know,” I whisper back. He lowers his hand from my cheek then sits on the opposite end of the sofa that I am lying on. This sofa is huge. I call it my monster. We sit there in silence, and it speaks volumes about our friendship.

  “I'm going out later. I need to take care of a few things.”

  Bryant nods at my information and at the doorway. “I hope he's okay with it.” I look up to where Cruz is standing; he obviously has something to say.

  “You're going out?”

  “I am.”

  “For how long?”

  “Not sure.”

  “We have work to do.”

  I shake my head. “You two have work to do. I'll review what you guys accomplish sometime next week.”

  “Negative, Bria.”

  “Cruz... You and this one”—I point to Bryant— “You two have taken over my home, and turned my life upside down in less than a month. I understand that this business deal has to happen, but most of it can be done without me.”

  “True, Bria, it can. I just think...” He pauses. I get up from the sofa with my laptop in my hand. My pissed off level is beginning to rise.

  “Cruz, you don't think. I need some me time; you guys have disrupted my norm.” I go into my room to send a quick text to Stone to let him know when and where we can meet. He sends one right back to confirm. I can relax a little tonight before a late Monday start. Ford, the doorman from the club has already inconspicuously delivered my car home. He will be paid well for that. I need that guy on my payroll; he's thorough and tough. I also need to continue my search on a few more employees. I just have to remain consistent and creative with my scheduling; and keep Bryant and Cruz completely out of the loop on this one.

  A tap on my door brings me out of my thoughts.

  “Come in. What do you need, Cruz?”

  “Are you going on a date or something?”

  I stare intently at him. “Why is that a concern of yours, Cruz?”

  He steps into my room. He’s rubbing the back of his neck. He looks up with uncertainty as he closes my door so Bryant is unaware of our conversation. I can feel this is going to be a bad conversation with him. I anticipate his edginess. He's so raw I don't want to deal with him right now.

  I'm standing there with my hands on my waist awaiting his demands. I feel like a rebellious teenager whose father won't let her out of the house. But this isn't that at all. Cruz is carefully choosing what he wants to say to me. This can’t be good. He closes his eyes before he takes a deep breath.

  “Bria, I can't force you to do anything against your will. I can't even ask you not to see anyone.”

  Those eyes… there they go again, they have gone dark. I don’t understand how they change color according to his moods. I'm going to make a note to research what condition that is.

  His voice is also calm but eerie. It's as if he's casting a spell on me. All I hear is Cruz's voice. No background noise or anything.

  “Bria,” he says in a monotone voice. Oh God. “I've waited for you long enough. I've allowed that sweet pussy of yours to return to its natural form. I've even caressed it with my tongue. See, what you don't understand is the pussy muscles instinctively tighten when you apply just the right amount of pressure.” He has now closed the distance between us. “Every time I sucked on your clit, you tightened for me.” He's now in my face. “I'm telling you now... right here”—he grabs my oversized T-shirt in the front with his fist balled up—“I only put in work for myself, so whatever plans you have for tonight should include Kegels because I want your pussy to naturally curve to my dick only,” he says forcefully as he pushes me away from him. I gasp in surprise.

  “Fuck you, Cruz; get out of my room.”

  “I will, Bria.”

  “That's not even a statement,” I scoff. “You and Mr. Lover,” I say sarcastically, “be gone before I come home. I fucking mean it. I'm tired of you two. I can't even relax in my own home. I only want to deal with you guys in the office. Got it?” I say as I throw a pillow at Cruz walking out. It barely hits his shoulder. As he turns, he gives me a warning look. I speed walk into the bathroom before he changes his mind about walking away.

  I haven't had a shower since the club. It feels like a burst of relief washing over me. I know there's a need for washing this stiff mess I call hair. I dip my head under to feel the water cascade down my back. I grab for the shampoo bottle, but I feel a hand instead. I jump back, instantly covering myself. I wipe the water from my eyes to focus on who's in the shower with me.

  “Fuck! Cruz, get out of here.” He’s as naked as I am and he's already showered. “Please, Cruz, go!”

  He drops to his knees not saying a word. Cruz reaches for my thigh. I move back as far as I can. He looks up at me with want in his eyes as he roughly grabs me. He pulls me to him, but my body has gone into shock I think, or at least my mind has.

  “Cruz,” I whisper, barely speaking. “Please don't do this.” He's not saying anything; he's just starin
g at it. It being my sex. “Cruz?” I say again. Still no response. He brings his hands up then lowers them on my thighs as he wipes the water away. He spreads my thighs, which only makes my feet move apart and the soreness of my twisted ankle is brought back to surface. “My ankle,” I squeal. He kneels further down and massages it with kisses. He kisses up my thigh and stops at my entrance.

  Cruz rubs his hands to between my folds, sending a shock through me. I inhale a quick breath before I exhale into a relaxed state. He positions his hands so his thumb is on my clit while his index and middle finger are massaging me at my opening. Despite the water flowing down my body, my folds are slick from my juices. He kisses me when he feels how wet I am.

  Still on his knees, he's making me weak in mine. I've stopped covering myself. I'm no longer covering my breasts. Cruz moved my hand covering my pussy long ago, but I feel more than naked. He's stripped my essence. From the very first time we encountered each other, he deposited something in me.

  He does what my body anticipates. He leans forward and places a kiss on my sex. He leans back to look up at me. His eyes... I can't look into them when they become darker. I can see Cruz for more than what I would like; I can see him in my life. That's something I'm rejecting, so I close my eyes and allow just this moment to happen.

  He leans forward again; this time he swipes me with his tongue. He slides both hands around my thighs to my backside and grips my ass roughly.

  “Cruz,” I moan. He positions his head to the side so he can gain better access, while he parts my ass cheeks. He fingers my opening from behind and makes an effort to slide one finger in. “Ahh, Cruz,” I moan again.

  “Open,” is all he says and I do. Cruz licks from my clit to my opening, then back again. He circles my clit with his tongue. I start to tremble; my body feels like a million tingles. Tingles... This man has me undone with his tongue. He covers me completely with his mouth as he sensually sucks away.

  “Cruz,” I moan, holding on to the wall rail. I feel as if I'm slipping, and Cruz notices me moving forward. He grabs one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder.

  “Cruz... Please.” I’m breathless as he looks up at me again. The smile on his face is devious; what I would give to know what he's thinking right now. He dips his head to suck my clit back into his mouth as he hums from his throat. The vibration sends me over.

  “OH, MY GOD! OH!”

  “Give me it, Bria. Give me,” he growls. I think my body has shattered into darkness. I open my eyes and darkness engulfs me. It's a somber feeling, but relaxed; and immediately I know I want this feeling again. The first time Cruz gave me an orgasm, it was good; but this... this is something else. What's different? I'm in such a relaxed state I didn't realize he was still sucking and licking me. The shower is not as warm; the temperature is soothing my tingling body.

  Cruz stands from his kneeling position. His face is wet from the shower, but his lips... His lips are wet from my juices. He licks them slowly staring at me as he pushes his cock against my stomach. It's hard as steel. I laugh to myself because in many ways I'm perverted as I think where his cock is. Mentally I laugh; he can almost fuck my belly button.

  “Honey,” he says softly as he closes his eyes. His hands are on either side of my head. I'm panting from my climax and he's panting because I am. “Your pussy is no avail.” He grabs my chin aggressively staring into my eyes.

  “Cruz—” Before I can say another word, he licks my mouth and forcefully pushes his tongue in. If he is kissing me to send a message, it's working. Yup, right down to my center. I push away from him, not because I don't want to kiss him, but because I do. I want to kiss Cruz. I want to kiss Cruz all the way down to his... The water has gotten cold; it’s making me shiver.

  “Get out. It's cold.” I squeal. He grabs me to turn me toward the faucet. “Cruz, stop it.” He's laughing. I’m not. He pulls me out, and then does something that melts away the uncertainty about being with someone. It catches me off guard as well. Cruz pulls me to him with his arms wrapped around me. He pulls an oversized towel from the shelf. He dries my hair while looking at me with those eyes. Those damn eyes of his have gone back to their original color.

  “Honey, you're worth everything I have and more.” He shakes his head. “You can't begin to understand.” He wraps me up in another towel. “Go, do what you have to. I can't stop you. Just know if you fuck someone else, I will wait again. I'll wait until I have you. When I take you, trust me, neither your pussy nor your body will be available to anyone else.”

  “Cruz, you can't make me have sex with you.” I half laugh.

  “Bria,”—he cocks his head to the side—“you already want to, so please don't feed me that BS. Go. Do what you need to tonight. I'll wait.” He grabs a towel and wraps himself. “We need to finish the final financial presentation before the deadline. The sale happens next Tuesday. Bryant and I will be out of your home before you get back tonight.”

  “Okay,” I reply in a low tone. Now I feel bad for forcing them to leave, but I need my sanity. Oh boy, do I need it.

  CHAPTER 16

  Stone and I agree to meet at the Vodka bar, it’s slow on a Sunday mid-evening. I arrive a bit before six, our agreed time. As I walk toward the greeter to be seated, I recognize Stone sitting at the bar. He waves me over.

  “Good evening,” I say as he stands to hug me. He's a well-built man and his hug is warming.

  “So glad you could make it, B.”

  “Yes, I had an interesting night and morning. Hell, I just had a day.” We both laugh at my joke.

  “I know. I questioned the men who were with you last night. So, not that I was watching you last night, because I totally was, you didn't exactly confirm or deny they were your men per se, are they anything else?”

  “They are actually business colleagues of mine.”

  “Ohh, so they are your partners with this?” he says motioning his finger to me then himself.

  “No, that's separate from my business.”

  “Okay.” He nods.

  “Let's get a booth and I'll explain.” And I will but only my business that he's involved in now. I won't mix the two worlds.

  We are finally seated in a booth with a bit more privacy. “So tell me how did you come to start this business, B?” Stone asks smoothly as he sips his Remy Martin.

  “Well, it actually started with me performing favors for my boss.” He looks at me suspiciously.

  “Yes, I have a normal nine to five job for a well-known financial firm.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “Wait a minute. Let me give you this.”

  “What's this?” He slides the single piece of paper around to face him.

  “It's a privacy disclaimer,” I confirm. He chuckles as he pulls out his cell phone.

  “I wanted you to sign one also.”

  “Oh, no problem,” I say. “As long as we are on the same page.” We both look over the documents. They are pretty much the same terms. The difference is my document says I will have his ass prosecuted for any wrongdoing to clients. It's a very specific detailed list. We shake on it and I order my very delicious Sweet Red; it releases my mind. Something I really need right now. Cruz has my body all out of whack.

  I know exactly why he performed the most exhausting, stimulating oral sex on me. He did it so I wouldn't be any good to anyone else. I mean, I'm not a whore, but sometimes my body wants me to be. Sitting here with Stone, in the getting-to-know-you phase of our business relationship, makes me want to test the waters. I can't lie and say I didn't think about it because I did. However, I stay diligent and stick to my rule.

  This is why I need my Sweet Red. It helps clear my head; it allows my blood to flow freely. The antioxidants in the wine have been known to cause and prevent headaches in some instances. It helps fight tooth decay. What more can I ask for, a wine that prevents my teeth from falling out. I smile a lot; smiling is good for your heart. Something I need, because love isn't going to do it. Most importantly,
it helps prevent cancer... Yep, you know it! Fuck you, Cancer!

  Anyway, I couldn't open my legs with a vice grip right now the way Cruz has me feeling. I continue my conversation with Stone.

  “So I set up locations for fantasies for very wealthy clients. Some I've come to know, some I care not to know. The thing is... they are the clients. They give and pay for very specific instructions on their wants, needs, etc.,” I clarify.

  “All right, I see,” he replies.

  “It's a very big deal with both men and women in their late thirties to mid-forties. A very huge deal with very huge revenue. In some cases, I've been asked if I know any men who would be willing to be available for certain events and acts,” I say to gauge his reaction. He gives me none at all. “I've also been asked about women, but that's a monster I won't fight.” He nods his head as he stares at me intently.

  “So what about you, Mike Stone?” I say with a little sass. He smiles at me revealing the slightest indent in his left cheek. He's so damn good looking; just one look gives me butterflies. Not like Cruz, that's an entirely different beast; he also knows what he does to me. A touch, a look, a laugh, a word... hell, I'm instantly coming in my panties. Motherfucker is what he is, I think to myself. Wow, why am I thinking about him? I shake him out of my thoughts.

  “Well, two different women at one point in my life approached me. One was a bit older, actually a friend of my mother. She knew what my mother was going through. She also knew I was helping my mother with hospital expenses; it got a little tough. I mean I too have a nine to five that pretty much took care of about 75-80 percent of her expenses.” He shrugs. “But what does that leave me? Paying her mortgage and my condo expense, I wasn't left with much to enjoy my life. I refused to have a relationship with no funds to have fun. When Georgia approached me, I was shocked at first. I thought about it for a few days. My reasoning for really doing it was simple. Get paid, that way if I wanted to start a relationship while getting off at the same time... why not? Basically, I was getting paid to do what I would be doing if I had extra money anyway.”