"The chicken was excellent, Isaac. I loved it."
"Thank you Bria. I liked making it. And hearing you sing," he smiled.
"So Bria. I was thinking I'd sleep on the couch tonight so you could have my bed." Zac said, changing the topic. Bria turned her attention to Zac.
"Oh, that's so sweet of you Zac." She raised an eyebrow as he jolted. What she didn't see was that Taylor had kicked Zac under the table really hard. If she had seen that, she would have laughed her ass off.
"No problem." He smiled, secretly wondering if she'd let him back in his bed later on in the night.
"And since you bring it up Zac, I should probably help clean up and then head back there. I'm exhausted."
"You had a long day." Taylor wanted to caress her face and stair into those hypnotic green eyes was all he could think of when she looked at him. She smiled and nodded. She wanted to lick her lips and give him a sexy smile, but she knew that everyone else would be looking at her even though he was the one talking.
"You don't have to worry about the mess Bria, we'll clean it up. We do every other day." Bria looked back at Isaac, and gave him a shy smile. "Besides. You're the guest." She lowered her eyes, blushing.
"Well, I won't argue then." She stood up slowly.
"I'll show you where my room is." Zac stood up quickly and took her arm, escorting her.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow. Good night, and thanks again, for everything. You guys have been so kind."
"No problem," they answered.
"Come on Bria." Zac led her back past Taylor's room, the bathroom, and Isaac's room. He finally got to his room. Bria looked around and saw across the hall from Zac's room was their studio. As she gasped, Zac turned, expecting to see a spider or something.
"What?" He looked all around for the bug, but never saw it.
"It's beautiful." Zac turned and saw what she was looking at.
"Oh. That. I thought there was a bug or something."
Bria laughed, "no. You're instruments. They're beautiful." Zac grinned.
"We'll play for you tomorrow."
"Really?" She looked into his eyes, hopeful. It made Zac smile.
"Especially for you."
"Oh, I can't wait." Taking one last look at the room, she turned and went into Zac's room. Turning on the light, Zac went to his bed and turned the blankets down. He froze as she struggled to take off her tee shirt. His mind kicked in a second later and helped her. He couldn't help but stair at her in Taylor's beater. He'd never seen it look so good on someone. It was extra long, but she filled it out well.
"Zac?" His attention snapped back.
"Sorry. You look awesome right now. Well, all day, but now especially. I've never seen a wife beater look so sexy on someone." Bria laughed quietly.
"Thank you Zac. You're so sweet." Did she dare touch him? She dared. She brought a hand up to his cheek. "Thank you for giving up your bed for me."
"Only if you let me come back later- just kidding." He smiled. Bria only looked at him, bringing sex into her eyes. He saw them change. "Well, maybe I was kidding." When she continued to look at him with those eyes, he said, "okay, I wasn't kidding."
"Zac!! Come put these dishes away!" Taylor called.
"I haveta-" she let her hand fall slowly down his chest until it hung by her side.
"Good night Zac." She said quietly.
"'Night." And he left the room before he did anything he wouldn't want to tell his brothers about. He turned off the light and brought the door closed until only a crack was left. Bria climbed into the bed carefully and inhaled the smell on the pillow. It smelled so good. She layed still, holding the blankets close around her and relived the day.

"Bria, are you asleep?" Zac asked against the door to his room. Taylor and Isaac had gone to their rooms, and Zac had forgotten to grab some pajamas out of his room before Bria had laid down. When he didn't hear anything, he opened the door slowly and krept to the dresser to pull out a pair of flannel pants.
"Zac?"
"Bria. I forgot my pajamas. I'm sorry to wake you."
"You didn't." She listened to him open a drawer. Should she invite him? He closed the drawer again. She saw him hesitate. As he turned to leave, she whispered, "Were you kidding?" He didn't answer.
"Only if you want me to be." He whispered back, hoping this was going where he wanted it to.
"I don't want you to be." Again he waited a beat, then closed the door quietly all the way.
"You know I can't stay. I have to be back on that couch before morning."
"I know." She watched him put his pajama pants on top of the dresser he'd pulled them out of. Slowly he climbed onto his bed. He knew he'd have to be gentle, with all the bruises and scrapes. He felt so bad that she had to suffer with those.
Bria moved over, making room for him. She lifted the blankets as he crawled in. They turned towards eachother.
"I kind of wish the light was on so I could see your eyes as we do this, but I know we can't." He said to her. He reached up and finally got to caress her face, and run his fingers through her long, thick black hair. "You're beautiful Bria."
"So are you, Zac. Will you kiss me now?"

At three thirty in the morning, Zac snuck back out to the couch after changing into his pajama pants. Wishing he was still in bed with Bria in the warm blankets, he climbed under his cold ones and tried to fall asleep. Every move they'd made was burned into his memory now. He'd laid next to her while she slept afterwards, knowing she had been satisfied by him. He'd had to tear himself away. He didn't want to leave. He fell asleep vowing the next time they would at least have candle light. He would pay dearly to see her eyes as she climaxed around him.

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The next day, Isaac and Taylor were up around nine, and found Zac still passed out on the couch, the blanket half on the floor. After Isaac fixed it, he went into the kitchen to start breakfast while Taylor made coffee.
About an hour later, Zac woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon, one of his favorite smells. He sauntered sleepilly into the kitchen where his brothers sat at the table. He looked over Taylor's shoulder and saw he was working on lyrics to a song, and Isaac was reading Car and Driver magazine. He sat at his usual place, and scanned Taylor's lyrics. He paused when he saw Bria's name in it. Then it all came rushing back to him, the night before. He smiled.
"Why the grin?" Isaac asked. Zac wiped it off of his face immediately. He couldn't tell his brothers what had happened, not yet at least.
Lying, Zac said, "I like the lyrics of Tay's song." Isaac grunted then returned to his magazine.
"Really?" Taylor said, setting his pen down.
"Yeah. I agree with them, but you know you're going to have to take her name out."
"I know, but I need them in there for now." He picked up his pen again and began tapping it against the yellow note pad. Zac nodded.
"When's the bacon going to be done? It smells really good." Zac smiled inwardly again. Bria had smelled really good with his body wash on her skin, and the combination had been deadly.
"In a couple of minutes." With that, Isaac got up and checked on it, and removed the cooked pieces.
"What else is up?"
"Pancakes."
"Awesome. Do you think we should play for Bria today?" Zac asked, hoping his brothers would agree since he'd already told her they would.
"If she wants us to." Isaac said, mixing the pancake batter. "Taylor, you make the pancakes." Taylor rolled his eyes as he stood up. Taking his notebook with him to the counter, he picked the spoon out of the batter.
"Did you have to let the spoon slide in?" Isaac laughed as Taylor washed his fingers.
"Good morning guys. It smells great in here. Who's making what?" They all staired at her, hair tousled, eyes sleepy, in the beater and boxers. Taylor's eyes slid down her body, all the way down her mile long legs and back up again. "Shit!" Taylor swore as the spoon he dropped fell back into the pancake batter. Bria giggled as she sat down at the table across from Zac. She smiled sleepilly and ran a hand through her hair. She noticed how Isaac had watched her hand slide through her hair, and Zac was stairing at her chest.
"I'm making pancakes, and Ike made bacon. Coffee's ready, if you'd like." He turned around and leaned against the counter.
"Yes please."
"How do you take it?" Zac's eyes grew wide. Bria knew where his mind was.
"Cream and two sugars, please." She smiled sweetly at Taylor. "Thank you."
"So we were wondering if you wanted us to play for you today." Taylor said, pouring batter onto the hot griddle.
"I would love to hear you play. You have beautiful instruments." She looked around quickly, then winked at Zac. He looked at Isaac first to make sure he wasn't looking, then grinned at Bria. "Maybe after breakfast sometime?"
"Sure. Sounds good."

After everyone had eaten their fill, had showered and dressed, Taylor, Zac and Isaac went into the large den followed by Bria in one of Zac's sweat shirts and a pair of swim trunks that were tied tightly around her waist. They took their places behind their instruments.
"This one, is one of our favorites, and one that means a lot to us. It's called 'Srong Enough To Break'." Taylor said, then began playing. They played 'Great Divide', 'Go' and of course 'MMMBop'. She wanted to sing along, but knew that wouldn't be wise to do. So she clapped and moved as much as her sore body would let her. It was one of the best days ever. To have your own private concert, who wouldn't love that? She was grinning by the time they were done.
"You guys sound beyond amazing. Your harmonies almost make me cry!"
"We're glad you like them. Maybe one day we can do a song together." Isaac said.
"I would love that!" Bria exclaimed.
"So now that we've practiced for the day, what should we do now?" Taylor asked, looking at Bria.
"Well, I wouldn't mind some more Tylenol first," Bria said, rolling her stiff shoulders. "My arms are killing me."
"I'll get it." Zac said, and dashed off to the kitchen.
"Do you want to lay down on the couch and watch some tv?" Taylor asked.
"You know, now that you say that, it sounds nice." Bria said, relieved there wouldn't be any awkwardness.
"Alright." They all went into the living room. Bria layed out on the couch, Taylor sat at the end of the couch by Bria's feet, Isaac sat in the recliner, and when Zac found them, after giving Bria the Tylenol and water, he sat on the floor with his back against the couch.
Bria slipped in and out of sleep, content with Taylor at her feet and Zac next to her on the floor while Isaac was in control of the remote. She didn't really care what he put on, she was just happy where she was, and who she was with. If she had died then, she'd have died happy.

Chapter Eight