What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) (27 page)

He just assumed that
Bryant and Cruz are my guys. I mean
‘my
guys’
. I’m not sure I even want to clarify his
assumptions, so I don’t. However, I send him a quick text.

I send him one last
text.

I can hear Cruz and
Bryant talking again. They are like little schoolgirls.

“Bria has remedied
this entire take-over for you, Bryant. She worked her ass off on this
deal.”

“Shit, I know. I
don’t know what I was thinking, hooking back up with Cass.” Cruz
pauses before he continues to respond to Bryant, it sounds like he’s
eating. I’m starving and they are in my house eating my food. They
are arrogant bastards.

I remove the heavy
bedspread to reveal I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt. My hair feels
like a bird’s nest, and I’m in need of the toilet. I feel
dehydrated. I’m not sure what I will relieve myself of. My mouth is
like a desert. I could piss sand right now. I can hear their voices
clearer the closer I get to my sitting room. Unfortunately, I have to
close the bathroom door. I can hear a muffled voice.

“Sounds like she’s
stirring.” I’m not sure whose voice that was.

“Bree?” I can hear
Bryant call standing near the bathroom door.

“Who the hell else
could it be?” I whisper to myself. I’d rather not answer him. I
was told I tried to dismember his member. My mind is so full of
memories of the activities last night, some of which was assaulting
Bryant.

Shit, he probably
deserved it. Two knocks on the door diverts my brain back to where I
am.

“On the toilet,
Bryant,” I shriek. That seems not to matter… He opens the door
from the hall.

“Bryant!”

“Bree, I know.” He
comes in anyway.

“Bree, c’mon, I’ve
been in the bathroom while you took a tinkle before.” I shake my
head because closed doors aren’t provided for privacy anymore.

“Look, Cruz and I are
probably the last two people you want to be around.”

I nod. “You got that
right,” I say softly. “Can you please turn around?”

He cocks his head to
the side. “Really, Bree? I’ve licked and seen your pussy so many
times, your underwear should be jealous.”

“Oh, my God! Get the
fuck out. I’m coming out okay,” I say rather loudly. He just
stands there. “Bryant, give me some privacy please, at least turn
your back.”

He laughs. “I know
you, Bree; you’ll wipe, wash, and dash.” He shakes his head, not
happening.

“Ugh…” I sigh.
While I finish up, he’s looking at my hair. I haven’t quite
looked in the mirror, but his face is distorted like he’s
horrified.

“What?”

He points to my head,
and then pats it down as if he’s afraid to touch it. I look over
his shoulder into the mirror and yep, just as I expected… a bird’s
nest. I just shake my head. As I’m washing my hands and face, Cruz
steps in. “Dammit, I know my bathroom is huge, but not huge enough
for a thr…” I pause mid-sentence. They both eye me.

“What was that,
Bree?” Bryant’s the first to catch my slip up.

“Nothing, my bathroom
isn't big enough for all of us. That's all I'm saying.” Cruz
smiles, he looks at Bryant who looks at me.

“Pervs.” I push
past both of them to enter the hall. I smell food, deliciously cooked
food. I walk into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the
refrigerator. The two in tow are laughing.

“As much as I'd like
to share business with you, Bryant, I cannot share women. Well, I
could, but not her.” He's turned serious; his eyes are doing that
light to dark thing.

“What? You don't want
to know whose is bigger, Cruz?”

“Seriously, Bryant,”
I scoff.

“I was talking about
his hands... His hands are huge.” He laughs. Cruz shakes his head
as he walks toward me. Bryant is still chuckling at his perverted
joke. What I can’t understand is why he acts as if everything is
settled between us. It's not, not even a little bit.

“Are you hungry,
Bria? You should be,” Cruz comments.

“I am; who prepared
food?”

“We ordered from that
Italian restaurant you like.” My senses wake up.

Oh, it smells so good.
Bryant is standing there watching us. I wonder if he feels like the
third wheel. Cruz is staring at my hair. He pokes at it. I jerk away
at his annoying gesture. Usually a woman wants to look her best
around men, but these two aren't worth going through the trouble for.

He and Bryant both
laugh. “Uhm, that's... different. What's the ratio good to bad hair
days? I may want to reconsider... Um, I can contribute to the salon
weekly,” Cruz says with a straight face. Bryant on the other hand
has busted a stitch laughing.

“Who decided to put
me in bed on my side? This is the result,” I growl, pointing at my
hair.

Bryant points to Cruz.
“The fucking guy had a hard on just because I unzipped your damn
dress. Seriously, we both undressed and dressed you. He actually made
me leave the room when you were in your... wait. You didn't have on
any underwear.” Cruz looks pissed at Bryant's confessions.

“Shut the fuck up,”
Cruz grunts. He seems awkward.

“Man, she's my best
friend. I've been in her…
life
for a very long time. Whatever happens with you two, I'm not going
anywhere.” I'm standing in my kitchen with two of Minnesota's
panty-dropping men, and I can't be more disgusted by either of them.

I'm more disgusted by
my thoughts of them. Bryant is eating some type of Italian bread,
leaning on the counter. Cruz is staring at me like he wants to eat
me.

Bryant breaks the
silence. “Hell, can I at least watch if the threesome is out?”

I throw him a wicked
glare; he ducks and shrugs his shoulders. Cruz doesn't laugh at all
he just stares at me.

“What?” I say with
an attitude, because the staring is just annoying.

“You need to eat,
Bria; you've slept most of the day.” His voice has gone low but
serious. “You'll need your strength.”

I scrunch my face.
“Why?”

Cruz looks to Bryant.
“You really want to watch?” Bryant’s face turns to me, and he
raises his eyebrow to ask permission.

“Uh, no,” I say.
Cruz’s face lights up, and he doubles over holding his stomach.
He's laughing so hard he can’t catch his breath. “You two are
fuckin' idiots, perverted idiots.”

Bryant stops laughing.
“Seriously though, I would want to watch. I think it would be
fucking hot!”

Cruz doesn't say
anything, which leads me to believe he wouldn't mind Bryant watching
him have sex.

“You don't think
that's borderline... gay?” I ask.

“No, what's the
difference in watching a pornographic movie?” Bryant questions.

“Me, I'm the
difference,” I roar.

Cruz shrugs. “I'm all
for it; but the look you gave me tells me you aren’t,” Cruz
confirms.

“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.