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

by O. Y. Flemming

  “I am and so are you, Bria.” I wide-eye him.

  “I'm a bit nervous,” I say aloud. He laughs.

  “No need to be alarmed. Remember, I did perform a background check on you; but I didn't find that out until today. I have your picture, and I saw it in your cheekbones. I dug a little deeper and discovered that we could be related. I'll get that information later.”

  “No way!”

  “Yep.” He nods.

  “I'm excited to know.”

  “That will definitely change things here,” Tripp comments.

  “Really, why?”

  “I'll have to protect you as family not an employer; it's a deeper bond.”

  “I understand.” And I do. We tend to protect our own before we protect someone random. My email sends me a notification and I quickly read it.

  “Everything seems to check out fine, Tripp.”

  “You were worried they wouldn’t?”

  “Oh no, I was fine with the contracts. I just needed a certified lawyer’s eye.”

  “Cool beans,” he says. I laugh.

  “What?” he asks.

  “We're related,” I say, nodding, laughing again.

  “What? You use that term also?”

  “Absolutely,” I say.

  He laughs and nods. “Yep.”

  Tripp and I get things settled as he performs background checks on my current employees. Along with all of my clients that Mr. Wilke turned over to me, I have to check Mr. Morgan’s background. I hate to do it, but it has to be done. I also have him run a check on Cruz, as well as two other prospects. One I only have initials for. He questions my method of finding employees but soon understands why I hired him. He also reveals this is a small town; he knows one of my recent new hires. He says that he's a decent guy. It's good to know my choice is a good choice.

  “I'll get all these files back in a few days. I suggest we scan everything I find and store on a flash drive.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Okay, Bria, I will stay in contact with you on whatever I find and also if I need any other info.”

  “Okay, Tripp, thanks for all your help.”

  He winks. “No problem,” he says, as he smiles. I didn't notice at first, but he has a very distinguished smile. He is very handsome. I really hope we're related... because Mr. Marcus Tripp can definitely get it.

  * * *

  It's later than normal when I make it home and I notice I have a text from Lisa.

  (Lisa) Girlie, I forgot to give you your roses today.

  (Me) Roses?

  (Lisa) Yes roses; you received roses today. They’re in my office. You had a visitor... who by the way was... FMOFD gorgeous! ;)

  (Me) FMOFD????

  (Lisa) FUCK ME ON FIRST DATE!

  (Me) SLUT!!!

  (Lisa) Whorish Slut to you... :P

  (Me) I'll get them in a.m. Thanks!

  (Me) Wait, who are they from?

  (Lisa) Uhh, Bryant... duh...

  (Me) LOL whatever. Toodles Miss too-hot-to-trot. See you Monday.

  (Lisa) Tues. I'm off on Monday.

  (Me) Cool beans, ttyl.

  I fire up my laptop after my shower to check my emails. I have a couple responses from posts I replied to. BP has replied, he wants to meet. I send him an email back; although, I should wait until Tripp gets back to me with the backgrounds.

  It's no harm scheduling an interview. If he turns up no good, I'll just cancel. Wait, he did say it'll be a few days. I know, I'll send Ford a text to let him know I'll need him soon. In the meantime, BP has emailed me to confirm the date and time. So I send Ford the info to cover my scheduling.

  (Me) Tomorrow 3 p.m. at Local-Bar.

  I wait for Ford to confirm.

  (Ford) All right, Boss Lady, I’ll be there early.

  (Me) :)

  I finish checking emails and close my laptop. I can hear a sound coming from my front door. I try to distinguish the sound. It sounds like someone is tapping on my door. I get up from the bed to see who it is. I peek out of the door. Cruz is standing with his back turned. I open the door; he turns around, and stares at me for a few seconds before he rushes past me.

  “Uh, excuse me,” I scoff as I shut the door. He's heading toward my bedroom, but stops at the security panel. He enters in the code but it doesn't work. He looks at me as if that was the wrong thing to do. I hurry to the panel to enter the correct code. He leans to the right of him to look into my bedroom. He turns back to me; and without a word, he grabs my oversized T-shirt to pull me to him. Cruz grabs the back of my neck as he covers my mouth with his. I try to move away, but it's too late. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

  The kiss is forceful but careful. His free hand yanks my shirt over my head. I'm standing in the hall naked. Cruz is still fully clothed with his cold jacket still on. It's pressing against my breasts making my nipples hard. I'm not quite sure what to do with my hands. Well I do, I'm just undecided whether to grab him to force his clothes off or to push him away.

  My lower lady has awakened; she's against all things logical. I hate her; she causes too many problems. Cruz hasn't made one sound; he's kissing me so hard it's almost painful. I know he's aware of my kissing issues, but that doesn't seem to stop him. He runs his hands down the sides of my body. He grabs my waist with one hand, the other cups my ass to lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as I hold on to his neck with one hand. The other is forcing his jacket from his shoulders. It finally falls to the floor. I pull his shirt up over his head so that it's not quite off; he still has his arms in. His body is so smooth, no tattoos, just clean and ripped.

  He pulls away from my lips only to remove his shirt completely. He looks into my eyes before he takes my lips again; he does it gently this time. The urgency in his kiss is still the same. This time my body has a reaction that I don't recognize. I'm hot... like flushing hot. Cruz dips his head to kiss my neck. I raise my head so he can gain better access. My legs are helping me stay in place. He grabs my hands and raises them above my head. He lifts me higher so he can play with my breasts. His tongue is teasing my nipples as he switches between the two before he latches on to one. I hiss in pleasure and he stops without warning. He walks into my bedroom with me still attached to him and our kisses get deeper. I've never felt my body like this before. I feel like I'm having mini orgasms with Cruz's kisses. He kneels down on the bed.

  “Lie back, honey.” I do as he says; but I'm nervous, almost scared. He hasn't said one word to me until now. It makes me anxious. He’s over me with his hands on either side of me so that I don't move. He does what I should expect, but it catches me by surprise. He licks my lips swiftly before he kisses down the center of my body.

  “Cruz, I—” He silences me with one finger. His kisses are turning into licks as he reaches to my navel. His tongue circles it a few times before he nips me with his lips, then his teeth.

  “Ahh, Cruz...” I'm almost breathless. He's teasing me and I don't know how much more I can take.

  He runs his fingers up the inside of my thighs. He parts my legs. The cool air he blows sends a sensation directly to my sex that makes me shiver. He dips his head between my thighs as he looks up at me. His stare is so intent that I can see the question in his eyes. His stare has quickened my breathing.

  “Cruz, please.”

  He leisurely licks my opening, up to my clit while still staring at me. I close my eyes. His actions are too much for me right now. He starts to hum into me and the vibration coming from his throat has me on edge. Cruz rubs my pussy while his mouth is still assaulting it. He pushes one finger in my entrance while stroking me still with his tongue. I'm losing it on the bed. It's beginning to be too much, the feverish rush, the tiny vibrations of his humming, the stroking of his tongue, and the penetration of his finger... just him, it's too much.

  “Cruz, stop teasing me, please.” He pulls his finger from my entrance and replaces it with his tongue. The way he's tonguing me feels like a pussy massage and I'm alm
ost at my breaking point.

  “Cruz,” I moan as I grab at the bedding. I'm so close, I feel like I'm about to burst. He does something that could cause a bedroom brawl between us. He stops. Motherfucker! He looks up at me and my body's doing something else I've never felt.

  It's as if I've been pulled from my orgasm, but my body is reacting like it's not. It's hard to comprehend and explain. Cruz gets up from his current position and kneels in front of me. He unbuckles his belt. He’s still staring at me like he has something to prove. I'm lying there, body tingling and a bit exhausted from my non-orgasm.

  Removing his slacks, he reaches in the pocket and pulls condoms from them. In front of me with no discretion or shyness about it, he covers his cock, still staring at me.

  His eyes are low and dark. I feel I need to say something. “Cruz?”

  “Shhh,” he says. He lowers himself on top of me and takes my mouth again. I'm reluctant about this now. Cruz separates my legs with his knees. His hand is kneading my breast while he grinds his cock against my middle. I'm so wet I can feel the moistness on the condom. He's so hard that he could get me off alone with just grinding on me. Kissing is not my thing but somehow it feels good with Cruz. His circling of my nipple with his finger has made it tender. Not to mention what he's done to my body. He takes my nipple into his mouth to distract me from what's about to happen. Cruz sucks harder on my nipple and lightly bites it. Not enough to hurt but it’s quick pain. Although not like the pain when his cock enters me on one quick thrust. It catches me off guard and I inhale a gasp of air because he's stretching me to the point where he has to stop. He's leaning on his forearms, his eyes closed as he withdraws his cock from me slowly.

  I can see his eyes rolling, he still doesn't make a sound. He pushes forward again but this time he hisses and so do I. I can tell he's trying to be gentle; he's moving slowly, but it feels good. I'm so wet it's allowing him to enter me smoothly. He still hasn't gone deep. I'm not sure he can. He’s stretched me to the point of pain, but it still feels so damn good. This is blowing my mind, he moving like a masseur. His dick is massaging my pussy. This guy's technique isn't just thrust for thrust. He makes his cock lift up while he's inside me. I can feel the throb as he thrusts upward in me.

  “Oh God, Cruz. Harder please.” He obliges, not only does he thrust harder; he picks up speed. Still he hasn't balled out. I wrap my legs around him tighter so that he’ll go deeper, but he doesn't. My body is building to its climax; my walls are clenching his cock, and he whispers into my ear.

  “Give me it, honey, give me it. Tell me where you’re going to give it to me.” He bites my ear and it sends a spark through my body. He's fucking me harder. My body can't take anymore. “Give it, Bria.”

  He reaches between us and puts pressure on my clit and I may have gone into cardiac arrest. Spent isn't the word that describes my orgasm. I blank out but my legs are shaking; I can’t feel them. My stomach is doing that convulsing thing, and I know I've had an out of body experience.

  He's still thrusting with his cock-jerking action. It's hitting my G-spot.

  “Oh, my God, Cruz!” I shout. I'm shaking but he's not stopping. My body has had enough. I'm sure he just broke it and shattered it into a million tiny, tingling pieces.

  “Oh, oh shit, Cruz, please stop.” I can't breathe. He's hitting that same spot over and over. He's breathing hard now and he's taken his lips away from my body. He places his head beside my head as he hides his face. I'm not sure why, but I can't focus on that because I'm coming again.

  “Cruz, I coming,” I say, still breathless.

  “Give it to me, Bria… where? Where are you going to give it to me, Bria? Huh?” he demands, out of breath.

  “On your cock, Cruz,” I moan. I’m undone completely. This time I feel wetter than normal. He hits my G-spot again and brings stars to my eyes. He thrusts one more time and pulls out of me. He rips the condom off quickly. Cruz is trying to contain himself; he's shaking on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, but he jerks away and removes himself from me.... He has his head down on the pillow beside me, still shaking. I'm thinking his orgasm lasted longer than mine did. He gets up from the bed quickly, condom in hand. I rub the area where he was lying. It's not wet. He ripped the condom off before he came. Maybe he didn't. That's odd; he shook like he had an orgasm. Did he fake it? Oh, God, he faked it. There should be some evidence of Cruz's release because I refuse to believe he’s faked an orgasm with me... with me.

  I try to get up from the bed, but my legs are like noodles. I wait a few minutes before I attempt it again. I lift myself from this big-ass bed. I tip toe into the bathroom. I can hear Cruz's breathing as I get closer. He's in the shower stroking his cock like before. I grab a washcloth to clean myself, but Cruz grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower with him.

  “Bria, please, no questions tonight.” I say nothing as he washes me with the towel he's using. He kisses me on my forehead. “Fucking amazing,” he says as he smiles and I melt at his gesture.

  “Cruz?”

  “Bria, no questions tonight, please.”

  I laugh. “I just want you to pass me the shampoo.” He lowers his forehead to mine and laughs.

  “Okay, honey.”

  CHAPTER 18

  I awaken in the early morning with Cruz staring at me. It's not even daylight. He's turned on his side resting his head on his arm. I put my hand over my mouth because morning breath can be a turn off.

  “Why are you up?” I say through my hand.

  “Why are you up, Bria? Wait,” he says as he puts his hand over his mouth.

  “Why argh you uph, Bhreah?” We laugh at his imitation of me.

  “I felt you staring at me.”

  “Is that so?” He leans and kisses me on the shoulder.

  “Did you sleep at all?”

  “I did,” he says.

  I have so many questions but I only want to ask one. “Cruz?”

  “Hmmm?” he answers.

  “Why didn't you tell me you were going to Chicago?”

  He closes his eyes. “Bria, I had things to take care of there.”

  “What are we doing, Cruz?”

  “Lying down, Bria.”

  “No. I mean this, what is this?”

  He shrugs.

  “That's it, you don't know?”

  “Bria, I can't answer that right now.”

  “So, is this just sex? Is this you collecting on what Bryant owes you?”

  “Bria, stop it.”

  “No. Tell me what this is?” He's silent. “Get the fuck out, Cruz.” My voice is harsh, and I'm trying not to get upset.

  “Bria, you don't even know what the fuck you want.” He spits evil at me saying this. “You walk around professing that you don't want a relationship. How it's messy and complicated. I'm not Bryant, Bria. I'm not going to chase you until I'm in love and can't have you, because it's not what you want. Yeah… you were the deal breaker.” I jump from the bed because I don't want to hear what he's saying. He follows. “No! You’re going to face this.” He grabs my arm.

  “Let go of me, Cruz.” I push away from him.

  “Bria, if you walk away from me, I promise you, you'll regret it.”

  I turn to face him. “I guess I'll regret it then.” I leave him standing in my bedroom. I go to my spare bedroom. Cruz doesn't follow.

  I'm so pissed right now I can't sleep.

  “How dare he?” I lie in the guest room. Eventually I fall back asleep.

  When I awake it’s daylight. Holy shit, what time is it? My body feels relaxed but my lower lady is still tender. I walk into the hall and there's an eerie quietness in my house.

  There's an envelope on my counter. It looks like documents. I open them to see what they are. It's a copy of Bryant's presentation and sale.

  Holy shit, what is this? Why is my name on these documents? There’s also a check made out for a million fucking dollars. There isn’t a remittance too. Is this how much this sale is costing? I’m not s
ure why, but there’s a section where a clause is very noticeable. In the event Bryant or Cruz can't make decisions solely, it is up to me to make them on their behalf.

  Wait it looks like it has been changed. This is today's date. What the hell time is it. I jog to my bedroom to grab my phone it's 10 after 9.

  Okay so I'm not that late for work. I rush into my bathroom to assess my hair. It isn't that bad, nothing flat ironing won't fix. I notice the condom Cruz used last night; it doesn't have any semen in it. I'm confused... he looked like he had an orgasm. Shit, I can't deal with that right now. I can't focus. I need to text Cruz to figure out what those papers are.

  You left papers on my table.

  Fifteen minutes pass and I don't hear back from Cruz. I almost forgot I texted him. I check my phone and still nothing.

  Hel-lo, can you please tell me what the papers on my table are?

  Then I notice my phone day reads Saturday, that's pisses me off even more because I received nothing from Cruz.

  Half of the day is gone and I hear nothing from Cruz. My phone chimes and I quickly check it. It's Stone.

  Oh, my God, I forgot about his event.

  (Stone) hey boss, call me.

  I do, he answers on one ring.

  “Hey, Stone, how's it going?”

  “Great, boss, I'm in route to you now.”

  “Okay, I'll see you when you get here.”

  “Okay, would you like anything?”

  “No, I'm fine—”

  He cuts me off. “Well, I know that,” Stone says.

  I laugh. “Just get here, mister.”

  “All right, I'll see you shortly.”

  I check the texts I heard ding while I was on the phone with Stone.

  (Bryant) Hey you

  (Me) Hi

  (Bryant) Dinner tonight?

  I have to consider this... I'm not a fan of Bryant's right now.

  (Me) I guess

  (Bryant) Need to talk...

  (Me) About?

  (Bryant) The deal, amongst other things.

  I don't like where this might go. I reply.