Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

Sweet Lord... theory confirmed. Instant lust is valid.

“I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”

“I’ve seen you with and without makeup. I’ve seen you with mascara smeared under your eyes when you were too lazy to wash your face before falling asleep. I’ve seen you wearing a sexy dress, and I’ve seen you in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt stained with tomato juice. You’re beautiful, little one. Always. But now, you’re tired.”

Ask how much you owe me for the pizza, and I’ll cover your pretty face with a pillow while you sleep and watch you take your last breath.”

“You look...” His chest rises and falls faster, and a muscle feathers his jaw when his eyes jerk to meet mine. “You want me to kill someone tonight?”

“I know the difference,” he dictates casually, “Between hard and fast.”

“Do you know the difference between don’t stop and keep going?” His darkening eyes, brimming with warmth, spell out mischief. God, it’s good to know I’m getting to him. “Keep going is an encouragement for the guy who can’t find the right spot. Don’t stop is praise for the guy who knows exactly where that spot is.” He runs his hand down my side, stopping on my hip. “Do you know the difference between hold it and hold on?” “Hold it is an order.” I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “Hold on is a promise.”

I licked you. You’re mine.” “I licked you too,” he smirks. “Then I’m yours.”