What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) (19 page)

“Mr. Morgan, Sr.?”
my boss questions.

“Yes,” I say.

“Are you alone?”

I look up at Cruz who’s
eyeing me suspiciously.

“No,” I answer.

“I’ll speak to you
later then, okay?”

“All right, Mr.
Wilke. Again, thank you.”

“No worries, love,
rest up. Bye-bye, now.”

“Bye, Mr. Wilke.”

“He’s too
friendly,” Cruz says angrily.

“Is there anyone you
approve of?”

“Nope,” he confirms
as he gets up. “Omelet?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, you mind if I
make me an omelet.”

“Go ahead, have fun.
I’m getting in the shower and lying down. Just replace my eggs.”

He smiles devilishly.
“I can fertilize them too if you like.”

“Ugh, I really hate
you.” I limp off to my bathroom. “He’s incorrigible,” I say
under my breath.

I unwrap my ankle and
it feels like heaven, pressure is released from the tightness of the
cloth. It feels better. I try it out on the floor as I stand on my
tiptoes. I lift myself up two or three times to test the tenderness.
Oh good, not too sore.

I shower and put on
some baggy sweats with an off the shoulder T-shirt. I guess I can
remain half-presentable while I have an unwanted guest. I walk into
my sitting room to find Cruz sitting on the sofa with his shirt off…
again. God, he’s in my space… he’s in my mind, worse of all
he’s… My eyes trail down to that V-shape that lies underneath
his…. lounge pants? Again? I walk to where he’s reading a
newspaper and I look down at him.

He looks up, sitting
the piece of toast in his hand on a plate.

“I made enough for
you too.”

“Not hungry.”

“You’re eyeing me
like you’re hungry for something.” He sits back on the sofa. He
places his hands on his lap, you know in that ‘man way.’ I can
see a bulge in his pants. I shake my head and sit on the far end of
the sofa.

“Can I ask you a
question?” I reach for the remote control; he snatches away, out of
my reach.

“How can you ask a
question if you’re watching the tube?”

“I don’t know. I
just…”

“You just need
something to distract you, Bria.” He places the remote back on the
table. “Ask me,” he coaxes. I pause. He leans forward as if he’s
waiting for a question.

“I just want to know
what your M.O. is.” He sits back.

“My M.O.?” Cruz
repeats the words I asked.

“Yeah, you’re too
comfortable in
my space
.
You have your lounge pants on.” I over dramatize the letter ‘n’.
“You changed clothes over here,” I sing only half joking. “I’m
not sure when you moved in.” I laugh sarcastically. He chuckles and
his face goes straight.

“Honey, I didn’t
move in. I have my own place,” he says matter-of-factly. He shakes
his head and picks his plate up. He gets up and walks into the
kitchen, where he starts to clean up breakfast. I join him a few
minutes later.

“Cruz, you didn’t
answer my question.” He turns to look at me and his stare
intimidates me a little.

“My main objective is
to make your body go numb for all others but me… when I growl your
name.” He pauses then moves closer as he places a utensil in the
dishwasher and slams it. I jump. “Your pussy will throb to my voice
only. My main objective is for my cock to leave a permanent curve in
your pussy.” He’s so close he could blink and brush my eyelids
with his lashes. I take a step back, and Cruz takes a step forward.
“What? That’s not the answer you wanted?”

I shake my head and
sidestep him to hurry to my room. What am I doing? Why haven’t I
asked him to leave? I close and lock both doors to my room. I’m not
sure why, but I do. He doesn’t scare me, but he does intimidate me.

That afternoon Cruz
orders me Chinese, and Thai for himself. I swear he and Bryant are
one and the same. Cruz is a bit cockier than Bryant. Bryant has an
obnoxious side; he doesn’t care about people who’re not in his
circle. The day goes by pretty quick. We go over the proposals for
his and Bryant’s plans for the company. All of the deadlines are
set in place. With Bryant being in the hospital, Cruz is still moving
forward.

“Are you comfortable
with this time table?”

“Yeah, I am,” he
says.

“What about the
profits and losses?”

He shrugs. “It can’t
be helped either way, right?”

“Well, it can, Cruz;
but you have to be willing to accept some losses somewhere else to
compensate on your revenue side,” I tell him. “I mean; we pretty
much know where things went wrong. We just have to fix them and
profit somewhere else.”

“This is not what I
wanted to be involved with after I sold.” He shakes his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Bria, I sold my
portion of the company to my brother. I washed my hands of it. He
came to me for help and I have the money; that’s not the issue. I
just don’t want anything to do with my family’s company. It keeps
me tied to them.” He continues to shake his head. “I sought out
Bryant’s company; he’s a fucking genius with this. I can run a
company as long as it’s not in jeopardy of failing. When I was on
the board, everything was running fine. I left and eight months later
things started to go south. Cam should have come to me sooner. Bryant
said not to worry. So, I’m trying not to worry.”

He leans back on the
sofa and I’m shocked that he even shares that with me. He’s so
reserved and mysterious, I’m actually anxious to hear more. He
doesn’t bother me for the rest of the day. He even leaves to go to
the health club, which I truly don’t understand. The guy is a
fucking wall. Why he would need to gain any more muscle is beyond me.
When he arrives back after 8 p.m., he looks more relaxed.

“Have a good
workout?”

“Yeah, I did,” he
says as he grabs a water from the fridge. As he and Bryant both did
before, he drinks the entire bottle while staring at me. As I finish
off the last of the Chinese that he ordered for me, I want to ask him
more about his life, but I’m not sure if I want to encounter his
intimidating demeanor.

What the hell, I’ll
never know unless I try, right?

I look at Cruz. Taking
the last drink of his water, he lowers the bottle from his lips. It’s
as though he’s moving in slow motion.

“Bria, don’t,” he
says as he walks away.

“Why?” I ask,
walking behind him. I get close and he stops.

“Why are you prying,
Bria?” He doesn’t turn to face me.

“You make me pry,
Cruz. You invaded me, you invaded all of my senses and so quickly.
What do you expect me to do?”

“Accept it, enjoy it,
and take it. Take it how I give it to you.” He turns to face me.
“Whether it’s sweet and slow or hard and fast. You better accept
it, enjoy it, and take it, dammit.” He says it low and cruel. I
inhale a swift breath. He always throws my breathing off. I can’t
control it around him; it’s an adrenaline spike. No,
he’s
an adrenaline spike. I take in another hard breath;
he grabs my T-shirt in a balled fist to pull me to his lips. He
crashes into me and our tongues find each other. What am I doing? I
don’t kiss; it’s too… too intimate.

He’s not gentle; his
kisses are urgent and demanding. He slips his hands in my sweat pants
from behind. He feels I’m not wearing any underwear and hisses at
the discovery. Cruz latches onto my tongue and sucks on it, while
backing me to the wall. Both his hands are squeezing my ass cheeks
while pushing my sweats as far as he can without losing mouth contact
with me.

Finally, he raises his
foot and pushes my sweats down.

”Step out,” he
says. I wiggle both feet out of my pants.

I’m still having an
internal battle.
What the hell
am I doing?

Cruz hands find my sex
quickly. As he thumbs over my clit, I almost melt from the contact.
She needs more than contact; she wants what he has to give. She’ll
take it.

He leans to my ear.
“Honey, open, give it to me.” I part my feet slightly so he can
gain better access to what he wants.

“Mmmm, see, honey.
Your pussy is obeying me already.” He pushes one finger into me and
curves his finger. He’s found that spot that will make me wetter
than a fire hydrant. He’s circling my clit with his thumb.

I can’t help but make
a sound that I had been holding in. “Mmm, Cruz.” He plunges his
tongue into my mouth again. He bites down on my bottom lip and sucks
it into his mouth. His breathing is so hard, it’s as if he’s
climaxing. He grabs me around my waist and hoists me up against the
wall.

“Hold on, honey,”
he says.

I’ll be damned; my
back is against the wall with Cruz’s face at my sex. My legs are
hanging over his shoulders and I’m in the air. With one of his
palms at my side, he’s pulling me closer to him as he speaks into
me. “Give me it, honey.” He assaults my clit. I can hardly
breathe and three points of contact are not on my mind.

He’s building me up
only to break me down. His tongue is flicking at my clit full speed
and forcefully. He nips me with his teeth and catches my clit between
his lips. The force in my stomach moves lower; my nipples are
painfully brushing against my T-shirt. I grab it and pull it over my
head, and it falls to the floor. Cruz is breathing so hard his breath
is causing my pussy to experience different sensations.

“Hold on to my head,
honey.”

There it is! His
premeditated actions. I grab him with my palm at the back of his head
and the other on the side of his shoulder to make sure I don’t
fall.

“Oh, my God, Cruz.”
He’s sucking my clit when I feel his tongue shift, and he lifts me
a little so I’m riding his face. This man is strong. I brace
myself. One hand has moved to the wall and the other is holding the
side of his face.

He’s hoisting me,
well more like bouncing me up and down… On his face, while tongue
fucking me. Once again, I can’t even comprehend what’s happening.
I gasp for air and the build that was moving south is now going to—
“Ahhh, Cruz!” I scream. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Give it to me,” he
growls. “Give me it.”

I can’t hold it any
longer; my body explodes. I feel a million light years away. I slap
the wall because I can’t control the convulsing my body is going
through.

“Cruz! Cruz!” I
pant. He doesn’t respond; he has hold of my ass with his lips still
on me. I can’t even…

That familiar jerking
has started under me. I’m lowered to my feet and instantly
body-to-body with Cruz. He has his head down resting against the
wall. I try to move him aside so that I can see his face. I need to
look into his eyes. I need to see what he’s feeling right now. He’s
breathing very hard. As if he can’t control it or like he’s
trying to control it. Maybe I’m heavier than I thought, and he’s
just out of breath.

“Cruz?” He doesn’t
answer, but he’s moved his head beside me. His forehead is still
resting against the wall. I rub his back but he pulls away.

“Cruz?’

‘I need to shower,”
he says, walking away from me.

I’m confused as hell.
I’m the one who just came all over myself and on him… Well, maybe
he does need a shower. My legs are weak as I walk into my bedroom. I
try to tip toe but soon remember that my ankle is still tender.

“Oww,” I yelp as I
slowly walk into my bathroom and Cruz has already gotten in the
shower. I can see his beautiful silhouette, stroking his cock again.
He’s erect. I can see that clearly, but I don’t get it. Why isn’t
he having sex with me to please himself? All sorts of thoughts run
through my head and I can’t help but think to myself.

OHMYGOD! He’s not
turned on by me…

OHMYGOD! Why does he
even bother with me?

“Honey,” he yells
over the shower. I’m startled that he knows I’m in here with him.

“Yeah,” I try to
sound normal.

“Don’t!” he says
again as if he has read my mind.

“Don’t what, Cruz?”
I play dumb. The shower shuts off and he steps out with his hands at
his hips. His cock has gone down but not much. I can’t believe I
looked at it. Not glanced but actually stared at it. He pulls a towel
from the rack and wraps himself in it. Thank the heavens, because the
way my sweet spot is throbbing right now, I would have jumped this
man and taken an orgasm from him… You know, that doesn’t sound so
bad.

“Don’t ask, Bria;
it’s not your concern. Let’s not have this conversation again.”
He pushes past me. When his body brushes against mine, he’s ice
cold. I wait until he’s completely out of the bathroom and I walk
over to the shower to feel the faucet. Both the faucet and the
showerhead are cold. “What the hell? Who takes cold showers?”

“Cruz?” I call out
to him. He’s putting on more lounge pants, but this time with a
shirt.

“Bria, don’t. You
wouldn’t… you wouldn’t understand.”

“Cruz, when you’re
ready, I’m right here.” I move to close the distance between us.
I take his hand and hold it. “I’m right here if you ever want
someone to talk to.”

He scoffs. “Talking
won’t solve anything… Talking won’t help me, Bria.”

“Well, we won’t
know that, Cruz, if you don’t talk to me.” I give him a
sympathetic look.

“Please. Your
sympathy I don’t need, so don’t give me that fucking look.”

“Okay, Cruz.” I
shake my head. “You’re an arrogant bastard.” I walk out of my
room still aware that my clothes are currently on the kitchen floor.
I clean myself up with a quick shower. Cruz is on the phone when I
enter my sitting room. He isn’t whispering, but it’s obvious that
he doesn’t want me to hear his conversation. Shit, I’m in my
home; he needs to leave the room. As the thought entered my mind,
Cruz gets up and does just that. I sit comfortably on the sofa, and
turn the television on.