Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

“Daddy?” Theo echoes, amusement lacing his tone. “I don’t know how I feel about that. You want a beer?” “Sure.”

“This seems like a bad idea now, but here goes...” I slide the zipper, wiggling my fingers. “Have you ever tried Greek food?”

“You want to cook for me. Greek food.” “Yes. Is that okay?”

“Hell yeah!” Those steady, penetrating eyes of his blaze with excitement and a pleasant shudder of relief rattles through me. It’s a lottery trying to fit in here. “Can I help?” “Not tonight. Maybe some other time. Tonight, I cook; you ask questions and take notes.”

“Make yourself at home, but if you’re cooking, I’m doing the dishes.” “That, I can agree to. Where are your knives?”

only nine o’clock. Come on, one more beer, and I’ll order you a cab.” “No, thank you, I’ll walk.” “No way I’ll let you walk, Thalia. The motel’s like, what? Four miles away?” “Five, actually.”

“Don’t tell me you walk to the Country Club every fucking day.”

“Okay, I won’t.” “You walk?” he growls, and Ares lifts his head, watching him with bright, curious eyes. “Why?” “It’s not that far and only takes an hour and a half. Fresh air never killed anyone.”

“I can afford a cab, Theo. The tips are great, but I’d rather save money and get out of the ...

“You got time?” He pauses, listening to whoever’s on the other side of the line. “I need a ride. Get your ass to my place ASAP.” “It’s sweet of you to—”

“You’re not walking,”

“Thank you.” I peck Theo’s cheek, my legs wobbly, heart slowly climbing back down my throat. “If you need help with the game, you know where to find me.”

“Grab your stuff, Thalia. All of it.” My eyebrows knot in the middle. “Sorry, what?” “I said pack your shit. You need a place to stay, and I’ve got a spare bedroom sitting empty. My condo is only a mile from the

no...” I shake my head, watching him with mute perplexity as I back away, both hands clasped around the straps of my bag. “I thi...

“I’m stone-cold sober. Pack. Your. Shit. Omorfiá. You just found a place to stay that doesn’t come with a dripping sink or drunk idiots knocking on the door at all hours. Rent-free. Well, kind of. You take care of groceries, cooking, and help me with the game.”

“That... tha-that’s,” I stutter, stumbling over the words, experiencing a bad case of brain fade. What the hell is he on? “I can’t move in with you.” “Yeah, you can. And you will. Pack your stuff before I do it for you.” “Theo, I—”

“What do you think you’re doing?” For one long, confusing moment, I think I might knee his balls and shove him out of here. My head... shit, my mind is roaring. I’ve never been this jittery inside. “Stop!” I snap, clawing at his arm. “Don’t even try to argue, Thalia.”

“I’ve got a spare bedroom that no one ever uses. You said you trust me, so give me one reason why you shouldn’t move in with me instead of staying here.”

“Groceries, cooking, helping with the game,” I recite on an exhale. “But also, I clean and pay rent. At least a little, your condo is huge. It must cost—”

“It costs nothing. I own that place. No rent. We clean together, but you can take Ares for a walk every now and then if you want.”

“Okay,”

I found her in the kitchen, brewing coffee, still wearing her pj’s. That’s if the shortest shorts ever invented matched with a meager, spaghetti-strap top can be called pj’s. My balls are blue now. Permanently. Fucking. Blue.

Why did the banana go to the doctor? It didn’t peel so good. What do you give to a sick lemon? Lemon Aid.

“I hope you’re hitting that ass,” Logan chirps.

The sudden urge to nail his face washes over me out of nowhere. I’m not a saint, but at the same time, I’m not one to lose my cool at a snap of fingers like Nico or Logan. They have the shortest fuses, always ready for a fight at a moment’s notice.

“So, if she’s just a friend, I can fuck her, right?” Logan continues, readjusting his baseball cap. “It’s only fair, bro.” “No way.” Over my dead fucking body.

“I impose a Hayes-wide hands-off on Thalia. She lives with me. It’ll be awkward if one of you gets your dick wet and flees like always.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I say, glancing over my shoulder. “You know the drill, don’t get fucking smart with me, omorfiá. I do the dishes.” “Just get a dishwasher already,”

“Our mother taught us well, honey. Sit down. Grab a beer. We’ll tidy up.”

Thessaloniki. So that’s where she’s from.

did, omorfiá. I pay attention to everything you say.

“Jack?” Thalia murmurs, still in the same position, her voice playfully breathless. “Can I borrow your fiancé for a little while? Half an hour at the most.” “You’d tap out after two minutes, babe.”

“You want help with that?” Jack asks, shimmying out of his chinos. She shakes her head, pulling the straps down her arms. Not even five seconds later, a black lacey bra lands on the armrest of the couch, an inch from my elbow. Fuck. Me. Dead.

“Ah shit,” Thalia snaps on a sigh. “Nineteen months is the one to beat. Anyone?” She crawls to the coffee table to grab the bottle. “No?” “Nineteen months?” Jack exclaims, eyes wide, eyebrows hitting his hairline. “Jesus, you poor thing... I’ve changed my mind. You can have Shawn tonight.”

😂😂😂😂💀

hiding behind Logan’s back. And then, without warning, Thalia yanks her top off with a quiet huff. Boobs the size of my fucking head spill out of their confinement, bouncing proudly. The pink areolas and candy-hard nipples drive me wild in an instant. I’m hot. Feverish. Hard. My head is fucking spinning.

How I jolted to my feet, took five steps, and pulled her flush against me will forever remain a mystery. I hold her pinned to my chest, shielding the hottest body I ever glimpsed with my own, making sure no one can take another peek, or I’ll knock everyone the fuck out. “You’re crazy, Thalia,” I rasp, my cock twitching when I let myself feel her bare breasts pressing against me. A millimeter.

“You win. We all drink. You were supposed to pick someone, not strip.” “I picked me. None of you has the balls to do it, and this game is about getting everyone drunk.”

brings her lips to hover over his, their kiss a breath away. “Please,” she whispers, grazing her nose across his cheek. “I... I need you.” What the hell is happening? Right about now, Nico would bow low enough for his forehead to brush her feet if she told him to. How the hell did she get in his head like that?

“On. Your. Knees,” he orders, each word quieter but more powerful than the last. His hold on her wrists loosens as if he expects her to obey. And when she sinks, I don’t know if I want to kill Nico or be Nico. I want his confidence because I sure as shit wouldn’t be able to pull this off. He curls his fingers under her chin before her knees touch the floor. “Good girl,” he says quietly, caressing the line of her jaw, then breaks the spell by cupping her shoulders to help her up. “You’re not submissive. You like to control as much as you like being controlled, right?”

“You’re not a Dom, per se. At least not in the traditional sense. Nothing kinky, but you want to be in control in and out of bed.”

Let’s just go with the truth. Why did you stop me from stripping out of my jeans?”

“If I knew what you were about to do before you took your top off, I would’ve stopped you sooner.” “That doesn’t answer the question, Theo.”

“I hope I haven’t embarrassed you in front of your family.” “Embarrassed? You’d be picking your jaw up off the floor if you heard what we’ve done over the years. There’s nothing embarrassing about your girls, trust me.”

“How did you know Nico would fall for tenderness?” “I had no idea. Don’t laugh, but he scares me a bit. I was worried about his reaction if I did something he didn’t like.”

“I’m not even sure what happened. He comes off like a man who likes confident, sexy women, and I expected him to laugh.”

“You like your girls wild,” she utters, fisting my t-shirt.

“You want them to ride you, moaning so loud they’re basically screaming. You want them to push through the sting of their muscles burning with the effort. You want them to fight exhaustion until they make you come.”

I’m sure she feels my rock-solid cock digging into her when she grinds her hips, pressing her clit to the zipper of my jeans, pupils blown, arousal in the highest gear. Sweet Jesus... Blue balls for-fucking-ever. This was a bad, bad idea. I’m so hard my cock could break through fucking concrete like Thor’s hammer.

“How was that?” she asks on an exhale, eyes glossy.

“Pretty close to heaven,” I admit, my mouth dry, heart racing. “My turn.” Why? Why the fuck did I say that? I should finish my beer, get up and lock myself in my bedroom, but no... I’d rather play with fire. And I won’t just get burned.