What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) (9 page)

“Tonight, m'lady.”

Just as he turns, Cruz
comes over to my car. “Let the lady go home, lover boy. She'll be
fine.”

“She will be as soon
as I get back to her. Let's do this!” Bryant bellows out.

“Let's.”

My heart is on the
floor of my car. Cruz turns around, and mouths,
“Ends
tonight.”

I'm not sure how I feel
about Cruz taking some kind of ownership over me. Well, not me, just
the lower part of me. She seems to be excited. Tonight’s
conversation invades my thoughts on my drive home. I can hardly
focus. Cruz’s demand for me to cut sexual ties with Bryant. The way
Bryant seemed hurt by us not making our friendship a relationship.
It’s a lot to settle within my head right now. Again, Cruz’s
presumptuous demands; where does he get off? I'm not sure I can send
him an email without being bitchy because of his brazen attitude.
I'll
CC
Bryant just
in case; that way it'll be more professional.

* * *

I'm home and showered in less than
an hour. I sit at my desk in my room and fire up my laptop. As a lady
of my word, I copy Tony’s profile and attach it to the subject line
of the email.

Good evening gentlemen,

As I promised, Tony's profile is attached. You can contact him on
Monday.

I will also email him the details of the business and what is
expected.

Then you can schedule a meeting with him. Hopefully, he fits the
profile of what you two are looking for.

Regards,
B. Watts
Financial Analyst Advisor

Before I can shut down my laptop, a
message comes through. I see it reads [email protected].
That isn’t the email address he gave me. I open it anyway. He works
very quickly or I’m just slow.

Good evening, Honey,

I wish you had left a call back number. I would like to speak with
you regarding your decision not to work with me on this project. I
hear your input is a great help to Mr. Morgan. I feel you can be a
great asset to our team. If you will reconsider, I'd appreciate your
knowledge on this matter.

Regards,
Mr. C. King

Is this guy for real?
How does he flip from perv to professional just like that? I don't
even reply, he's supposed to be out drinking with Bryant. Now I'm
wondering if he ditched my bestie. It's not important; I don't even
want to think what's happening with those two.

Two hours later, I'm
restless and can't sleep. My thoughts are about Cruz; well, more like
Bryant and the things he’s told Cruz. Bryant is already a fountain;
he doesn't know when to quit. Get some liquor in him, and OH GOD!
He'll ruin my ass. I cover my head with my pillow, because I can't
fathom the thought of Cruz knowing anything about me.

“Bree!”

“Holy Christ! Who in
the hell is that?”

“Bree!”

I jump from the bed;
the knocking is louder as I get closer.

“Okay!” I say as I
yank the door open. “What the hell, Bry!” And my breath is taken
when I see Cruz standing beside a drunken Bryant.

“I… we're not that
drunk,” Bryant says loudly. I grab him to pull him inside.

“Thanks,” I say to
Cruz. “Thanks for getting him here safe.”

“Oh, no problem.”
He slurs his words a bit.

“Shit, you too?”

“No, I'm fine; sleepy
as shit, but fine.”

God, my conscience gets
the best of me sometimes, but not tonight.

“Okay, thanks again
for dropping him off.” I try closing the door, but Cruz’s hand
stops it.

“Look, get him on the
couch; he's not that drunk. He said he needed to get to you. So I
brought him to you. He was coherent when I um…”

I look at Cruz
strangely.

“When you um what?”

“Look, I gave him
something that makes him drowsy, maybe a little impotent.”

“Oh, my God! You
drugged him! The fuck’s wrong with you?” I try whisper yelling.
“You arrogant bastard, you can't handle a little competition; you
have to drug people for your advantage? My God, just leave.” I push
the door closed for the second time. I walk Bryant to the couch, and
notice my visitor didn't leave. I drop Bryant as gently as I can on
the couch, because dragging him was enough.

I turn, only to hit a
six foot wall of man. “Ugh, please leave.”

“Why? So you can have
your way with Mr. Lover?”

“You have to be
kidding me? I didn't invite you in.”

He moves close to me;
so close I smell a hint of bourbon and mint on him.

“You will.”

“I will what?”

“Invite me in…”
He points below my waist, and I slap his hand away.

“GET OUT!” I'm
stern about it. “NOW!”

“Shhh,” he says
with his finger to his mouth. “You'll wake Mr. Lover.” His
devilish smirk is annoying. I so want to slap it off him.

“I don't care,” I
say while grinding my teeth.

“I don't care either,
really. All I care about is that pussy of yours that you've named,”
he laughs. “Again, it’s cute. And frankly, Bree, is it? I'm not
worried about that either.” Pointing again to my goodies.

“And why is that?”
I know; I just have to know.

“Ha,” he scoffs.
“Because Mr. Lover over there can't get it up if the dick fairies
hold it up for him.”

I'm so disgusted I
throw a pillow at his head as he walks out my door.

“Jackass!” I
scream.

“Why am I a jackass?”
I hear a slur from behind me. Oh shit, Bryant. I run to the couch and
kneel down.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Who were you talking
to?”

“Nobody, I mean no
one. Just lie down and get some rest.”

“Okay, lie with me
please.”

“Okay, just get some
rest Bry.”

“Bree?”

“Yeah, Bry?”

“I love you.”

“I know, Bry; go to
sleep.”

“Bree, I'm not that
drunk, just exhausted.”

“I know, Bry; get
some rest, okay?”

“Bree?” he
whispers.

“Bryant, please you
need to—”.

“Cruz.”

Bryant says, as he cuts
off what I was trying to tell him. I pause and say nothing. Seconds
pass. “What about him, Bry?” I ask.

“He says he's gonna
fuck you.”

“Mm hmm, get some
rest, Bry.”

“Okay...”

Saturday morning has
come and gone. It is 11:00 a.m. before Bryant and I wake up together
on my huge-ass couch. The couch is a monster; it fits both of us
comfortably.

“Morning, sunshine,”
I playfully greet him.

“Morning,” he says,
nuzzling my neck. “Mmmh, I like waking up this way,”

“Really?” I ask,
surprised.

“Mmmh, really,” he
says as he grinds me from behind.

Nothing... He starts to
kiss my neck from behind and grinds a little harder.

Nothing... He fondles
my breast and rolls me toward him so he's on top. Bryant wedges his
leg between mine to separate them. He lies on top and thrusts a
little to build up friction. I know what he's doing and nothing...
Still, his cock is soft.

“Bree,” he moans.
He grabs me, and flips me on top. He kisses me on my neck, and his
hands are gripping my waist. I'm straddling him; he's dry humping me
to get his cock hard, and nothing...

Bryant grabs my neck
from behind and forces me down his body.

“Bree, give me that
feeling,” he whispers. I'm not sure what to do. I mean I do, but
due to the circumstances. He forces my head toward his cock. I yank
my head away and grab his hand.

“Bree, please.”

I’ll do this my way;
he can be rough if this works. From where I am, it’s not happening.
I raise his shirt with my teeth and trail kisses down his chest until
I get to his stomach. I lick my way down to his navel. His cock is
still soft on my breast. Now I'm worried. What the fuck did that
jerk-off give him? “Mmmh, Bree.” He's moaning, and his moaning
gets me off. I lower myself, and inch my fingers in his shorts. Thank
God, I managed to get his slacks off last night. His cock is thick,
but still soft. God, do I need those dick fairies now. I tease the
tip of his cock and run my tongue along his shaft.

“Ahh, Bree baby,
that's it. Take all of it, baby.” I do as I’m told. It's quite
easy with a soft cock. Shit! He's still not hard. I massage his cock
with one hand and play with his balls with the other.

“Put your lips on me
Bree, suck that cock, baby.”

Bryant has always been
a dirty talker. Even when we weren't sexually involved. He spoke
dirty around Halle and me. Halle being Bryant’s cousin. Crazy
chick.

I take him into my
mouth, balls deep.

“Ahhhh.” He lets
out a long-winded curse, as I come back up his shaft with strong
suction that stretches his length. That does it. I feel him growing
in my mouth.

“Don't stop, Bree
baby.” He's coaxing me, and I gradually build up a rhythm while he
thrusts upward. Bryant moves my hands to hold the back of my neck, so
he can guide himself in and out of my mouth. “Your mouth is as
incredible as your tight pussy. UP!” he grunts.

He sits up on the couch
and pulls me down to straddle him. Facing him, I look into his eyes.
He takes hold of me behind my shoulders, so that both his hands have
locked me down. He pulls me onto his cock and slams me down hard.

“Ahhh, Bryant,” I
moan.

He forcefully thrusts
his hips up, and then slams me down again. He seems anxious and angry
at the same time. My body is screaming I'm so hot. Bryant slides in
and out of me as my walls throb against him.

“Oh, Bryant, I'm
coming.”

“Come on this cock
now!” he yells. He bites my neck and shocks the shit out of me when
he takes my mouth again. Bryant sticks his tongue in my mouth and
finds mine. He's urgent with this kiss. He sucks my tongue into his
mouth and holds it in that position. I attempt to maneuver my face,
but he locks onto my tongue. We've never kissed during sex; it’s
too intimate. It's sacred between two people. What Bryant and I have
isn’t sacred. It’s pure primal lust. Somehow, he makes kissing a
part of that lust.

Bryant’s thrusts are
so hard I'm slamming down on his cock like I'm in full gallop. My
head begins to spin, and I'm sure he just asked me whose this is. I
can't answer because my spine is tingling; the buildup in my lower
gut is throbbing. Throbbing just like my middle.

“OHMYGOD! Oh, Bry!”

“Yeah, Bria, come
with me, baby! Soak this cock. Motherffff-fuuuuck!” he yells.

I can feel his seed
spill into me. His release is so forceful, I'm sure it gives me a
jolt, an inch or two in the air. But it doesn’t matter; he slams me
right back down.

With his head thrown
back on my couch, I lay my head on his shoulder. He releases my
shoulders from the lock he has them in. He rubs my back to calm my
orgasm.

“Bree?”

“Hmmh?” I answer.
He pauses for a second. “Bryant?”

“Yeah?”

“I know.”

He chuckles. “That's
not what I was going to say.” I lift my head to look at him. His
eyes have changed to dark gray like smoke. I know he's serious, so I
don't say anything sarcastic.

“What were you going
to say?”

He chuckles again. “You
didn't answer me,” he said.

“When, what didn't I
answer?”

“I asked you whose
pussy it was.” As he thrusts up because he's still inside me,
throbbing.

I laugh, and the force
of my laughter pushes him out of me.

He grabs me into a hug
and just holds us there, laughing together.

“Man, I love you,
Bree.”

* * *

The weekend is ending;
both Bryant and I have to get back to reality. We sat around the
entire weekend both working inconspicuously. Well I was. He wasn't
hiding anything, and he never once asked me what I was working on.
I'm not sure if it’s out of respect or that he knows I may be
researching something weird. I am, while watching
Meerkat
Manor
, this is my shit! These meerkats are compelling
little creatures. They have drama in their cliques, well, their clan.
They have their own reality show because so much is going on in their
families. It's too much to capture all on film. Even though these are
reruns, I haven’t seen all of them yet. The Whiskers and the
Commandos families are divided. Their drama has stemmed from Flower;
I think she is a dominant meerkat. She stepped out on her family; she
pretty much betrayed her family, and had babies with the feuding
family. They turned their backs on her. It's crazy; I'm so into it I
don't notice Bryant staring at me.

“What?”

“I can't believe you
watch this corny stuff.”

“Uh, I can't believe
you indulge in Forbes.”

He gasps, “You’re
killing me, Bree.”

I laugh at him. “So,
tomorrow is Monday?”

“Yeah, I know, Bree.
I'll be leaving soon.”

“Not what I was
insinuating.”

“What were you then?”

“Being it’s Monday,
what next?”

“Shit, Tuesday I
hope.”

“Bry?”

He laughs, and throws a
pillow at me. “I don't know, Bria? What would you like to come
next?”

“Hell, I don't know.
I was winging it.” We both laugh.

“Let's not change
what we have. Okay, Bria?”

“Deal.” I nod in
agreement.

“If we find someone,
and before anything happens, we'll tell each other.”

“Absolutely, I
agree.” He pulls me into a hug. “Bryant?”

“Yeah.”

“You did notice you
kissed me the other day? Then again yesterday.”

“Yeah.” He laughs.
“So?”

“Just checking.”

Bryant didn't leave
Sunday, he stayed for dinner we both prepared: Chicken Alfredo with
Pesto Sauce, steamed broccoli, and of course Sweet Red. This
combination must be an aphrodisiac, because Bryant stole kisses so
much I didn't realize he was doing it. Although it felt good, I had
to stop it. We were entering something neither of us was ready for.