What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) (28 page)

“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 staring 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.

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.”

I nod. “Well, yes, if
you think about it in that way. What about the other?” I question.

“Just two years older
than me.”

“How old are you,
Stone?”

“Twenty-eight now, I
was twenty-six when all this started.”

“Okay, she was
twenty-eight.” I make a mental note for his preference of women.
“What happened there?”

“Not quite sure, she
was not stable. I think she may have been seeing someone else on the
same terms, you know? All I know is that one day I received a call to
come to the hospital. When I arrived, she was there. At the same
time, I was told she had taken a fall down some stairs. The police
interviewed me and informed me that she claimed she was pregnant.”

“Was she?” I ask.

“She told me she lost
it at the time. However, it all turned out to be a lie. One of the
nurse practitioners that helped my mom informed me that there was
never a baby.”

“Wow.”

“I know. I'm not sure
what she was trying to accomplish.”

“Did you ever try to
find out?”

“Hell, no.” He
gives me a disgusted look.

“Okay, then,” I
laugh.

“B, I've learned
while becoming an adult to leave well enough alone; and if it's not
well enough, don't be its medicine.” He shrugs.

“Wow,” I mouth. “So
why a procuress now? What's changed?” I ask him.

“Like I said, I need
consistency. I need someone who will take my well-being into
consideration. I will be your employee, but you will also work for
me.” I eye him.

“Not like that, B.
You'll screen all your clients; you'll manage expenses and profits.
That way I won't have to be concerned about year-end issues.”

“So, you need an
accountant?” I laugh.

“Yeah, I guess,” he
answers.

“I know that
placement is based on what the client wants. Do you have a
preference, Stone? Is there anything out of the norm you don't like?
What you would and wouldn't do.”