I Had To Make This Happen
Bryson
I was going to message Shay on the app, but I decided to wait to see her this morning. I had a dream about her last night in a white dress, her stomach rounded with my baby. It was weird. In the four years I was with Christine, I never once dreamed about her in a wedding dress, let alone being pregnant.
I stretched in bed thinking about that time in my life. Putting one hand behind my head and the other across my stomach, I reflected. I was friends with Christine in college. We never dated, just hung around with a group all four years. I studied Criminal Justice, thinking about joining the FBI, and she wanted to be a lawyer. I never did join the FBI. I had been at a bar with my best friend Conner since preschool, celebrating him getting out of his four-year stint in the Marines, and a fight broke out. Three guys against one c*cky kid. He looked as if he had just turned 21. Conner and I didn’t think that was fair so we stepped in to help. We had had a few too many and were a little c*cky ourselves. But it didn’t matter. Conner and I wiped the floor with the others, both of us growing up doing Jiu Jitsu together. The kid, it turned out, was really just a kid, not even 20. He got into the bar with a fake ID. Apparently, he had snuck out of his family home and was supposed to meet some friends here. He didn’t want to give up the pool table he had been hogging when the fight broke out. His name was Kyle Pearson. He was the son of Donald Pearson, a wealthy tycoon. Kyle, impressed with Conner’s and my fighting skills, begged his dad to hire us as his personal bodyguards. That lasted two years, and then they moved to Europe. I didn’t want to leave my family and Conner got tired of the kid’s antics, so we resigned.
When I turned 25, Conner and I went to Atlantic City with a couple of buddies. That’s where I ran into Christine, who was there for a bachelorette party. She had been one of the bridesmaids. She had become a lawyer and worked for her father in his financial firm as the in-house lawyer. My buddies ended up hanging out with hers, and we hit it off. That started our four-year relationship. She ended up moving to Colorado to stay with me in Longmont. I worked for a small security
agency
where I monitored many businesses, and she worked for a small law firm. I asked her to marry me two years into our relationship. I loved her, and according to her, she loved me. We were engaged for another two years and just bought a house together, when I had to go out of town to Texas for some training. I was supposed to be gone for two weeks, but training got done four days early and instead of staying in Texas to relax and hang out with some new friends I made, I missed my fiancé and decided to surprise her.
Well, I was the one that got surprised. It was late when I got home, the lights were off in our house and I knew Christine was already fast asleep. I slipped my coat off and put my keys on the table by the side door when I noticed a pair of men’s shoes on the ground that were definitely not mine. I felt a tingle zip through my brain. Like it was trying to process what it was seeing and not believing what it knew was about to happen. I looked up the stairs at the darkened hallway. I slowly walked up the stairs, and that’s when I heard the moans and I closed my eyes. I felt my heart crack, I should have turned around right then and just gone over to Conner’s but for some reason I had to see. The cries of Christine were getting louder, and I knew she was close. I stepped to the door. It was slightly ajar. I was just about to push the door open when the man spoke.
“That’s it baby, f*cking c*m, Bryson never makes you scream the way I do, does he?” I froze. Devastation was the emotion that crashed over me. My best f*ckng friend was f*cking my fiancé. That to me hurt the worst.
I pushed the door open, and she was riding him, her eyes closed, his hands on her small breasts.
“I asked, does he?” he yelled, and slapped her left breast. I was surprised, she never let me try anything remotely like that with her. I once read about breath play and wanted to try it, and she called me insane.
“No,” she cried out, as she came all over his c*ck.
“Well, nice to find out that my fiancé’s a wh*re and my best friend’s a traitorous chump before the wedding,” I said calmly.
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< I Had To Make This Happen
Although, I was feeling anything but calm.
She screamed and threw herself to the side. Apparently, hearing my voice was a trigger for Conner, because as she got off his c*ck he erupted, c*m shooting in the air. Wow, no condom. Awesome. Now I need to get an STD check.
“F*ck,” Conner roared, his hips pumping air.
“Sound of my voice that good, huh?” I asked, as I walked into the room, and leaned against the dresser, arms crossed.
His eyes found mine and I saw agony in them, huh, weird. I would have thought there would have been triumph or even
guilt.
“Bry it’s not what you think,” he said.
“Shouldn’t that be her line?” I asked, pointing at Christine.
Chaos erupted after that. Conner jumped out of my bed and grabbed his underwear to pull them on. Christine started wailing, begging for my forgiveness that it was only a one-time thing because she was lonely. Hearing that, Conner scoffed and said that they had been f*cking the whole time I was gone, but the reason was they were both lonely, and they missed me and that they thought being together would somehow make them feel closer to me.
I laughed, couldn’t help it, it was such a ridiculous excuse. Some truths came out after that night. Unbeknownst to me, Conner was bis*xual, and he had been in love with me for years. He was jealous that I was marrying Christine and he f*cked her because to him, it was like f*cking me. He treated her like sh*t in bed because he really hated her. He wanted
to be the one with me.
I ended up cutting ties with both of them and wanted nothing to do with either of them ever again. Christine bought me out of the house and I moved to Denver. I changed my number only my family had it at the time, and I visited them as much as I could. For two years, I worked at a reputable security firm that wasn’t very exciting, but it was something to do. Finding the ad for Becks Security ended up being a Godsend. Never had I thought I’d meet someone like Bryce. He really knew how to have fun, and I found he was loyal as f*ck. He always had my back. I told him what happened to Christine and Conner two months into training. I told him I was over it all, but it was something that I wanted to share with him. He told me he had never been in love, and told me about his past. We found we liked the same music and movies, and both of us had a great sense of justice. We were inseparable, and I realized that the camaraderie I had with him was something Conner and I never had. Conner always tried to keep me away from others, not wanting me to get close to anyone, male or female. I had realized when Christine and I got together, he would make snide comments about her that, when I shut down, made him pout like a child. Even when we were kids he would say Bryson was my best friend and couldn’t be anyone else’s. I had wondered why I had never noticed things like that before, but Bryce’s friendship opened my eyes. Now, he is like a brother. My family loved him, even my two younger brothers accepted him into the family.
Thinking about the deal he suggested, I smiled. I thought a smidge of jealousy would be there knowing he had f*cked Shay, but despite my initial shock and now that I had time to ponder the whole situation, I felt something come over me that I never thought would happen. Thinking about Shay and Bryce together turned me the f*ck on. Picturing them, my c*ck hardened, and I imagined Bryce f*cking her from behind while she sucked my c*ck.
I spit in my hand that was on my stomach and gripped my hard d*ck and started to stroke myself. The image was so acute, it was like it was actually happening. I moved my hand up and down faster, moaning at the thought of my best. friend and me being with our girl. The moment the words our girl flitted through my mind, I came hard, all over my stomach. My eyes popped open at the revelation. F*ck I wanted to share Shay with Bryce. Was this possible? Would he go for this? We’ve never talked about sharing a woman before. I had never thought about anything like that, but the idea didn’t repulse me, it actually made me excited. I had to make this happen. One way or another, I was going to put the idea in his head, and then I’d work on Shay to want it too. I first had to get her to see me again.
I jumped out of bed and went to take a shower to wash off my mess and get ready for the day. I couldn’t wait to see her.
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Game On
Shay
I stared at the message from Bryce. First, I found it sweet, he asked about Ava. Bryson must have told him my friend fell. He said they talked, I gnawed at my bottom lip. There was no message from Bryson. He must be upset. I mean, I would probably be upset if I found out my best friend was fingering my date while on a date with her, if that’s what they talked about. Did he tell Bryson they f*cked in the club? God, if he did, he must think I’m loose and easy. Why did I care? It’s not like we were together. But I really liked Bryson, that instant connection we had and the kiss. It was mind-blowing.
I shook my head and decided to forget it. Obviously, Bryson didn’t want anything to do with me, not that I blamed him, and Bryce, well, it just couldn’t happen. The messiness of it all was too much for me. I knew I wasn’t ready to date again.
I got ready for the day. I dressed in red suit pants and a red sleeveless tube top. I used my sticky bra inserts to keep the girls perky. Lastly, I put on a red lightweight linen jacket. Red was a power color and I needed some confidence today. I texted Ava asking how she was feeling. She said clumsy and st*pid, but otherwise she was fine. She got scolded by
Aaron to slow down, and he forbade her from using the stairs at home. I laughed. Aaron was so protective of Ava, and
sometimes his demands were ridiculous. But he loved her fiercely and I loved that for her. It was the same with Dawson,
Mic, Ford and Davis with Isha and Savage, and Rage with James. Not to mention Savvy with Mac and Jack. They loved
fiercely and were so protective and possessive of their loves. To say I was envious was an understatement. I was so
green with jealousy. Sometimes it was hard for me to hang out with all of them together and being the odd one out, even
though they never made me feel that way. All of the guys of my best friends were affectionate. They kissed my cheeks,
ruffled my hair, and gave me hugs. They always included me in their protection, but they weren’t mine.
I felt tears prick my eyes, and ruthlessly shoved them aside. I finished my make-up, put my long blonde hair in a bun and
slipped my feet into some black Manolos. I was ready to face the day and meet the new teams. That was the only
reason I came into the office today. I had to meet all of them so they knew who I was and who was handling all their
finances and to show them who it was that they would give their expense reports too when they came back from
missions. Seeing Bryson and Bryce was going to be hard, but I could be professional.
I stopped and parked in front of Becks Security. Ford and Mic were literally standing in front of the doors making out.
“Seriously guys, you can’t take it to one of your offices?”
They pulled a part and smiled, both looking a little sheepish.
“Jealous?” Ford smirked.
“Immensely, stop rubbing it in my face that you’re blissfully happy, and I’m a lonely spinster.”
“Oh, come on sis,” Ford said, putting his arm around me while Mic opened the door in front of us. “We got eight men coming on the team. I think four are single, you can have your pic.”
“Right, because that’s what I want is to date four of our men in the company. That won’t get messy.”
“It’s not messy for us,” Mic said.
“That’s because you have all been together for years. You know all of each other’s idiosyncrasies. I’ll just be alone for life, and live as the auntie to all of your children,” I sighed.
“Dramatic much?” Ford asked with a smile. He kissed my forehead and he and Mic walked off. I walked to my office. I had all the files for the new men ready with their bonus checks for finishing their training. Dawson was so generous to his employees.
My phone chimed. Dawson texted that the meeting had started, and they were about to introduce me. I gathered
looking at anyone yet.
“Ah, here she is. This is Shay Duvall, our CFO. You will give your expense reports to her after every mission, and she is the one that makes sure you all get paid on time, so I wouldn’t piss her off.”
Masculine chuckles went around the room. I held a breath and put on a professional smile as I sat and looked up. I was not prepared to see how f*cking hot Bryce and Bryson looked sitting next to each other. Both of their eyes were laser-focused on me, the heat in them unmistakable. With Herculean strength, I ripped my eyes away from Bryce and Bryson and checked out the other six men. Two were standing extremely close to each other where their shoulders touched. One nodded at me with a polite smile and I saw a gold band around his ring finger. I knew him to be Jim Bass. He was married with two kids. I nodded back. A huge guy waved with an enormous smile on his face which made me smile. He was bigger than Dawson and I looked over at him with wide eyes. Dawson chuckled.
The other two looked at me but didn’t smile. Their eyes were also laser focused on me.
“Hello. Like Dawson said, I’m Shay Duvall, the CFO here. I’m only in the office sporadically. I work mostly from home, so if you need anything, just call me. I also take care of your vacation needs,” I said, getting up and walking around to hand out my card to each of them. I also gave them their folders with their bonus checks. I avoided looking at Bryce and Bryson. But I could feel their eyes on me. As I walked back to my seat. Ford looked at me, and then he looked behind me, then back at me. His smile was purely wicked, and I scowled at him as I took my seat again. I could see from the corner of my eye him leaning over to whisper something in Mic’s ear. Mic sat straighter and started looking between me and the eight men across from us.
“With having Shay’s number, it does not give you free rein to call her at all hours of the night. She has a life, she is not at your beck and call. Only use her number for financial and vacation requests only,” Dawson’said.
“Are there any questions?” Davis asked. “Right now is the time to ask. You can ask anything.” I looked at Davis, was he hinting at something. His eyes were focused on the two guys who were standing extremely close together.
A throat was cleared and then one of them opened their mouth.
“What are the rules about dating?”
“What do you mean? We have no problem if you guys have personal lives, just know that you may not discuss missions with the person you are seeing,” Dawson said.
“I mean, Santiago and me, we are a couple. Is there anything against that, because if there is, I’d like to resign right now.”
My eyebrows rose. How sweet.
“No, you’re Rogers, right?” Mic asked.
Rogers nodded.
“There’s no rules about interoffice dating. As long as everything is professional during work hours, it’s fine,” Mic said. I snorted. Everyone looked at me.
“Sorry, but, seriously Mic, as long as everything is professional during work hours? I can’t count the number of times I’ve walked in on one of you,” I said, pointing at all four of them, “With each other or with Isha in the office. You might as well warn these boys now about what they might see here in the “office,” I said, using air quotes.
Dawson, Mic, Ford and Davis chuckled. The guys across from us looked confused. I still wouldn’t look at Bryce and Bryson.
“Mic, Davis, Ford and I are committed to each other. We also have a wife. She visits a lot, and we have a hard time keeping our hands off of her. We also have two five-month-old children. Twins, a boy and a girl. She brings them a lot for lunch.
