Creative Love (Ladies of L.U. #1)

  Creative Love

  J. Nichole

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  Contents

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  1. Bryan

  2. Nicole

  3. Bryan

  4. Nicole

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  6. Nicole

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  Chapter One

  Bryan

  "Will he be here through the weekend?" With one eye open I pull my head off the couch and study Laila. She's standing beside my brother looking up at him while she shuffles papers across the kitchen counter.

  Chris shrugs his shoulders and replies, "I was hoping he'd be gone already." When I clear my throat they both look toward me. The irritation etched over my brother's face is undeniable. "Oh did we wake you?" He no longer looks like my kid brother who indulged himself with candy and junk food when he was growing up.

  Sitting up with my back against the couch I grab my shirt that I threw in a heap on the floor after the club last night. "You could use more practice on your inside voice."

  Chris' biceps bulge and his eyebrow twitches. It's been years since we've been under the same roof for more than just a few days. It doesn't help that their apartment is hardly large enough for the two of them. "Didn't know I had to whisper in my own house." Laila slaps Chris' arm.

  "You two argue like school kids." She sits beside me on the couch curling her short legs under her getting cozy. "Just found out yesterday that I have to work this weekend." She looks between Chris and me.

  "Too bad. I was hoping you could give me the female perspective on the apartments I plan to look at this weekend." A small smile spreads across her face. "That excited to get me out of here?"

  She laughs and throws up her hand. "No, I was going to ask you if you would mind entertaining Nicole this weekend while I'm at work." She looks away from me. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind giving you a female perspective."

  Clapping my hands together I shout, "Hell no I wouldn't mind."

  "Wait do you remember Nicole?" I visited Chris on campus a few times, and while there, I met Laila. The women at Lee University were all sexy. I don't know how my brother managed to stay faithful to Laila. I should have gone to a black college; maybe I would have graduated. Instead I went to University of Tennessee and dropped out after my second year.

  "No, but if she kicks it with you I'm sure she's cool. And if she went to Lee I'm sure she's sexy." I grin rubbing my hands together. "Big, small, petite, tall I like them all." Laila bursts out laughing. My brother groans from the kitchen.

  "That's your problem," Chris mumbles.

  Ignoring his comment Laila says, "She'll be here tomorrow. I'll tell her to catch a Moovn to the apartment." She peers beyond me to look at Chris. "Bae will you be home to introduce Bryan to Nicole?" Chris nods his head. "You've been here long enough to know where you can take her. Maybe take her out to dinner, get some drinks. Whatever." I nod my head and Laila stands up from the couch walking the short distance to their room. "Oh and thanks," she offers before disappearing.

  Chris hovers over me. "Listen, Nicole is the girl who helped orchestrate me getting back with Laila. She's cool so don't fuck her over." His stern look reminds me of our mother.

  "Damn dude. Chill out. I wouldn't do that to Laila's girl." His eyebrows arch. "Do you have that list of places for me to look at?"

  "Yeah I'll leave it out on the counter." He walks to the window and stares out. "You sure you want to move here?"

  I left Tennessee after abruptly quitting my job at our family's business. I never had it in me to be a businessman in an office. Although I wanted to do what I could to help the firm grow even more, I never planned to make it my lifetime career, unlike Chris, who my dad expects to take over once he retires. “What better place than New York for an artist?”

  "You think you'll be able to afford living in New York from the art projects you commission?"

  I shrug my shoulders and say, "I can live like a starving artist if it means I'll be able to do what I want to do and not what Dad expects me to do."

  "What happened that day you quit?" I haven't shared the story with Chris. The day I showed up at his doorstep with a suitcase, I just said I needed a place to crash. With little hesitation, he's let me stay on the couch for the last two weeks.

  "That's a story that needs a bottle of Hennessy." Looking at the time on my phone I say, "And you should probably get to work. I'm sure Dad will be upset if you miss the morning check-in." I grin knowing my brother, although continuing the family business, even expanding it here to New York, would much rather be doing anything else.

  He shakes his head. "Maybe one day I'll have the gusto to be like you." We both chuckle at the irony. Chris and I share genes, but our looks and personality vary on separate ends of the spectrum. We personify the meaning of night and day.

  Alone in the living room, I examine the empty walls. After a year of being in this apartment they are still bare. Opening my photo app, I scroll through my artwork. Any of the pieces would liven this place up. In my haste, I left the artwork at my studio in Tennessee. Eventually I'll need to return to gather the rest of my shit. I definitely need to collect my artwork, if nothing else. I have art pieces to sell to garner cash for the next few months at least.

  A text message comes through from an unknown number.

  222-365-1809: can I see you today?

  I'm sure it's someone I met in my escapades here in New York. I try to make the chicks I meet feel special by giving them my number after beating their back out. I don't ever save theirs though. Keeps me from calling for a repeat experience. They rarely ever contact me. Chicks have something against calling guys if they don't call first. It's worked for me.

  Chris: must not have saved your number, who is this?

  222-365-1809: Jenna, met at the bar last weekend...

  Yeah, Jenna, she was bad too. She has thick hips and breasts that bounced around like balloons while she rode me.

  Chris: where do you want to meet?

  I bought her a whiskey sour at the bar where she was celebrating with her homegirls. She was appreciative but ignored me in favor of her girls. When they started to leave, she slipped in the seat to my right and chatted me up. She is sexy and witty, a bad ass combination. If I ever wanted to chill out with one girl she'd be a good candidate. But I don't, and if we fuck again I'll make sure she knows.

  222-365-1809: my place?

  Chris: be there in an hour?

  222-365-1809: see you soon

  Laila and Chris have been holed up in the room but Chris should be
leaving soon. After sniffing my armpit, I hop off the couch and knock on their door. I hear them moving around and hope I'm not disrupting their morning sex. Neither responds and I knock again. I smell like the subway. Coming in late from the club left me without an option to wake Chris and Laila for a shower. I have to find my own place tomorrow. I raise my fist again but Chris opens the door. With his head cocked he says, "You need the bathroom?"

  I nod my head as Laila walks between us. "See you when I get off." Kissing Chris on the lips, she then pats my arm before she leaves.

  I smile at Chris still standing in the doorway. "Were y'all fucking?" He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "See that's why I won't settle down. I like spontaneous sex."

  Chris moves aside and says over his shoulder, "You'll find any excuse to stay single. The right girl will come along and turn your world upside down.” He pauses. “Again.” I ignore his comment, surely in reference to Shelby. Her name alone, invading my thoughts, makes me cringe after all these years.

  I let the thoughts of her drift away in the lukewarm shower, another reason my apartment hunt has to be successful. I miss hot showers. Climbing out of the shower, I make an executive decision to boycott the subway. Public transportation will be the one thing I hate about city living. My Audi A5 is sitting in my driveway back in Tennessee but will probably have to stay right there. I download the Moovn app Laila mentioned to schedule a pick up. I also send a text to Jenna asking for her address.

  My Moovn driver arrives and gets me to her place a few minutes shy of the hour I promised. When she opens the door my eyes scan her body. She isn't hiding the reason she summoned me to her apartment. With a silk robe over her body, her perky nipples reveal she's bare beneath the robe. I reach out and brush my hand across her chin. "Can I come in?" She nods her head and opens the door for me to walk through.

  I walk, from memory, to her bed. Standing at the footboard, I turn around and admire the rest of the studio. In the light, I'm able to see the galley kitchen against the wall, and a small couch sits alone near the window. Jenna steps in front of me and de-robes, taking my attention away from her bare apartment. Again my eyes scan her body, this time in its naked form.

  For a woman who sits at a desk most of the day, her body is in phenomenal shape. A cross encircled by roses flanks her stomach. She takes a deep breath as I trace her tattoo with the tip of my finger. Leaning into her, I encircle her lips, biting her bottom lip and licking the inside of her mouth. I grab a handful of her coils, pulling her closer to me, and her hard nipples insult my chest.

  I pull apart and whisper, "Is this why you wanted me to come over," into her ear. She steps away from me and stares into my eyes. She nods. Intertwining her fingers with mine, I look down at the connection. Our fingers overlapping, both golden brown, only her manicured nails set our hands apart. She guides me to the bed, laying down in front of me. She reaches for my pants, unbuckling them as I step out of my boots. My pants drop below my waist as I pull my shirt over my head.

  Jenna reaches up and wraps her hands around my forearms, pulling softly but aggressively. I lay on top of her and reach my fingers between her legs. She's ready. But instead of indulging, I kiss her neck, then her nipples. Licking my tongue into her belly button I continue my expedition down her stomach, stopping at the crutch of her pussy. I look up at her and beyond the humps of her chest I see her squirm, her head moving side to side as I breathe onto her clit.

  I open her folds and lick between them as I listen to Jenna moan. Her moans grow louder with each flick of my tongue. When her legs begin to dance, flapping side to side, I climb her body. Beside her pillow I grab the condom she placed knowingly. Rolling it on before she loses her climax, I thrust inside of her. Her hips rise to meet mine.

  Unlike our first night where I fucked her hard and quick, I'm taking my time. Her hands roam my chest. She pushes me off her and in one swift move she mounts me. I let her take control but use my hands to guide her hips to bring the amount of friction I need to cum.

  With my eyes half open and my jaw tense, I watch her closely, waiting for her to ride herself to ecstasy. Eyes closed and mouth parted her head flings back and that's when I know it's coming. I hold her hips and push into her once, then again. Her body quivers as I clinch my mouth and my dick pulsates inside of her. She collapses onto my chest, her breathing erratic. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. With my nose buried into her coils, the colorful art on the wall beside me catches my eye. I need to tell her this is the last time. Instead of verbalizing the obvious, I clear my throat and say, "I need to get out of here."

  She rolls onto the mattress, reaching for the sheet to cover her body. With her hand raised, she waves her fingers. Jenna stretches out with the manufactured art as her backdrop. While pulling my shirt over my head I ask, "Can I replace that piece?"

  She looks behind her and says, "That one?" While pointing to the piece on the wall, I nod my head.

  Chapter Two

  Nicole

  "No offense to you," I take Bryan in from his sly smile to his broad shoulders and skin that reminds me of cinnamon, "but I can't believe Laila is leaving me to her boyfriend's brother." Chris apologizes again. I cut my eyes at him. "Tickets from Atlanta aren't cheap. Who knows the next time I'll be in New York to visit her ass." I finally finished my degree from Lee in the spring. I didn't necessarily want to return to Atlanta but couldn't pass up the opportunity to work for the Taylor Corporation. After my roommates watched me cross the stage, the last of the four of us to graduate, we promised we'd make our rounds to visit each other. Laila in New York, Jennifer in Texas, and Monica in California for her medical program. Getting around to each of them won’t be cheap.

  "You're here now. Might as well make the best of it." Bryan walks toward me with his hand outstretched. I take his hand in mine and the warmth from his palm calms my level of pissivity.

  I take a deep breath and say, "What the hell. Might as well." I arch my brow. "You've been here for a few weeks."

  "A few weeks too long," Chris shouts from the bedroom.

  Bryan shrugs his shoulders. "He's just mad cause I'm cock blocking." He grabs my suitcase from the front door and places it near the coffee table. The couch would have been fine for me for the weekend but now that plan makes me feel claustrophobic.

  Bryan tries to find a corner for my bag. "Chris, what's going on with these bare walls?” I ask from the kitchen.

  Bryan pushes my bag under the window seal. "I was thinking the same thing." He points to the wall. "When I bring my art from my studio I'll hook them up."

  Laila hasn't shared much information about Bryan with me, other than that he's the free spirit out of the Clark brothers. She was amused, but not surprised, when he showed up on their doorstep after quitting the firm. "Art studio?" I watch his face light up with the widest smile he's had since I've been here.

  "I'll tell you more while we eat." He looks at his watch. "I'm sure you are hungry by now, right?"

  "I could eat." I smile while he grabs his wallet from the table.

  "Laila should be here when y'all get back." Chris stands in the doorway of the bedroom as Bryan and I walk to the front door.

  "If not I'll need you to give me the address of that office." I frown. "I'll have to drag her out of there."

  Chris laughs and Bryan closes the door behind us. On our way to the elevator Bryan fumbles with his phone. "You good?" He looks up from the phone and his straight face confirms his focus.

  "There's this restaurant I want to try out but it's in Manhattan. I scheduled a car pickup." New York is infamous for the subway. Laila's explained how she's learned how to navigate her way from Brooklyn to Manhattan for work. Her descriptions of eccentric riders and piss-filled air doesn't sound ideal but she seems to manage.

  "Why not the subway?"

  The elevator doors open and we step inside. "Scrubbing my skin off to remove the stench of the train after each ride? I decided it's not for me."

  I watch a
s his face sours. He and Chris resemble each other but not enough for me to believe they were brothers if I saw them on the street. "I think I need the full New York experience. Subway included."

  "The car should be outside by the time we exit the building." He cocks his head toward me. "But if you insist on the experience, who am I to deny you?" I'm oddly excited, smiling as we exit the elevator. "But not till after dinner. I'll need a few drinks to make it bearable."

  On our ride to Manhattan, Bryan acts as tour guide making up historical facts, and pointing out bars he's been to each night. "Meeting a girl in each?" I stare out the window as we cross the Brooklyn Bridge.

  "I've met a few." The traffic comes to a stop. "What about you? Do you have a guy in Atlanta?"

  I shake my head, maybe too emphatically, causing Bryan to laugh. I haven't dated anyone for more than a few weeks consecutively in a couple of years. Relationships don't work for me. I invest too much, too soon, and the guys aren't ever ready to commit. Fucking and leaving them seems to work better for me. Get in and get out before my heart gets involved, before I have the chance to get hurt. "Single and always mingling."

  Bryan grins. "We'll see if we can find someone for you to mingle with tonight." I expected Bryan to shoot his shot, but it is better to know now he isn't interested. I look his way and imagine his goatee rubbing between my legs. Too bad.

  The driver stops along a road in an area that looks residential. Bryan and I exchange a look before he leans over the seat to ask, "Are you sure this is the place?" The driver nods his head and unlocks the door. Bryan holds the door open for me then laughs. "Did we just get booted out of his car?"