Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

“Don’t forget you’re the one who didn’t want me, not the other way around. You have no right to doubt me, and you better make sure it’s the first and last time you ever do.”

didn’t want you?” he scoffs, amused, almost fascinated by the idea. “You shouldn’t have said that, little one. Wait till we get home.” He dips his head to whisper in my ear. “I’ll fuck you until those stupid thoughts are gone, and you understand that you’re all I want.”

My nipples harden under the thin fabric of my summer dress, and my mouth turns dry and hot. “We better hurry.”

“Our place,” he corrects. “You live there too. I don’t see a problem, but...” he skims his lips along the sweep of my cheek,

you’re interfering with my plan of keeping you naked all evening, so I have one condition.” “You want me naked before they come over?” “You’re very clever.” “So I’ve been told.”

He’s already hard. I bite my cheek, peering up at him. “Someone’s happy to see me.” “He’s alway...

“Makes me feel ten years younger.” I tiptoe my fingers up, tugging on the zipper, but he cuffs my wrist. “Careful, little one. If you don’t want me to yank that pretty dress up and fuck you against the building, ...

“Tempting, but I can’t lose this job, so we’ll have to find a different spot for indecent behavio...

I’m addicted to his touch. Every time he thrusts inside me, my mind turns off. There’s no inner monologue or fantasies designed to help me come as there once were with other men. No, when I’m with Theo, I live the fantasy. He’s not gentle, but I never enjoyed romantic sex. He’s rough, hungry for my body, and demanding.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he adds. “Like what?” “Like you want to lick me.” My teeth sink into my lower lip. “Is it my fault you’re so incredibly handsome?”

do make one good-looking couple... especially when you’re naked.” He nips my neck, soothing the sting with a kiss. “So sexy.” “Enough,” I chuckle, freeing myself out of his grasp.

“Wear this. I’ll enjoy taking it off later.”

“You don’t mind me going out in this when you’re not around?”

“You can wear whatever you want. You deal with shitheads like a pro, but...”

“If any suicidal asshole dares to touch you, I know how to fight.” “You need to let me go,”

“You’re making me wet all over again, and we don’t have time for another round.” I peck his lips, then duck under his arm.

“I’ll make pasta before I put on the very provocative clothing you picked out.”

“The girls will be here soon, and I want your pussy for dessert, so no, you don’t have time to cook tonight.”

“Will you need a bucket when you come back, omorfiá?” “Thalius nopukus,” I announce. I should lay off the bubbly immediately. “I’ll stick to caipirinha at the club.” “Yeah, that’s a good idea. If you come back too drunk, there will be no orgasmus, little one. What time are you leaving?”

“You’ve got nerves of steel letting your girl out dressed like that, bro.” “They can look, but they can’t touch,” I say, tapping my cheek, urging him to stamp a kiss there.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby...” he breathes in my ear, “...don’t let anyone touch you.” “I’ll be good.” I peck his lips. “Have fun.”

“Told you,” Cass mutters to me. “Don’t get me wrong, we all like to party, but Kaya’s out of control.” “Don’t act like her bestie,” Kaya snaps, slurring her words. “You fucked her boyfriend!”

gawk at Cassidy, waiting for her to deny it, but she chews her lip, cornflower-blue eyes avoiding my gaze. I knew she slept with one of the Hayes brothers, but considering how she acts around Logan, my money was on him. Theo didn’t even cross my mind.

“When?” I ask, feeling sick. “I... I thought it was Logan!” “Yeah,” Kaya giggles, arms crossed, a bitch face laced with disdain on display. “She fucked them both.” Holy mother of baby Jesus... “Both?” I

“Both?”

“It was last year. Theo and I... God, it was nothing, Thalia. I swear.” She grabs my hand as if she’s afraid I’ll get up

“One night,” she continues. “Two strangers. It was just for fun. We met like an hour earlier at the bar, Thalia. Please don’t hate me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but it was so long ago, and it meant nothing to either of us, I promise.” “You sure don’t act like Logan meant nothing!”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Logan’s a different story. We were close, we went out for drinks a few times and had dinner, and I didn’t know Logan when I hooked up with Theo, and I had no idea they were brothers when I met Logan a few days later. It all happened so fast.” She swallows hard, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand...

Nico grabs Kaya, yanking her out of the seat and into his arms. She glares at him for a second before her stunning features twist with recognition. As if a switch has been flipped in her head, she bursts into tears, fisting his shirt and pressing herself to his chest like a lost, little girl. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Nico shoves her back into the booth and crouches beside me. “What did that fucker do to her?” “He was very touchy, but—” “You remember what he looked like?” “Yes, but—”

“Show me.” Neither the tone of his voice nor the way he manhandled

“There. Baby-blue shirt, glasses, light jeans.” “The one with the blonde falling asleep on his chest?”

Nico pulls Kaya behind him. Without a warning or a single word, he rams his fist into the man’s face, knocking him off balance. MJ and Amy stand beside me when Nico grabs a handful of the guy’s collar, says something in his face, and hits him again.

“Can anyone explain what the hell just happened?” MJ yells, arms crossed. “Since when is Nico all Rambo over a girl?”

can imagine. He was all fire and fucking death when he and Kaya got back in the car.” He pulls up by the curb. “Chauffeur Cody at your service,” he jokes. “You don’t have to ask Theo to call me, you know? Save my number.”

“You and Thalia busy tonight?” I grab the packet off the hood and light one myself, inhaling a long, deep drag. Why did I quit in the first place? “No, we don’t have plans. Why?” “Kaya wants to go out on a double date.” The smoke hits the wrong pipe, setting my lungs ablaze. I cough like I’m smoking my very first cigarette. “Kaya?” I question when I can breathe again. “You two a thing now?”

Thalia jerks her hand from mine, trying to fuse with the chair. I don’t like that reaction. Not one fucking bit. My head snaps to Dean, who stops at our table, arms crossed, and eyebrows drawn together. He sways from left to right, unsteady on his feet as if he’s wearing heels instead of brown leather shoes. “Wow!” he breathes, glaring at Thalia. “Now I know why you ditched my calls and stopped serving me on the course. I knew there was more to this.”

“But I thought you were smarter, babe. I believed you when you said you weren’t screwing around with Theo.”

“And I thought you were smarter than mouthing off to my girl. If I find out, you so much as look at her again, this will end badly for you,” I hiss, shoving him back.

“What’s your problem?” He sways on his feet, backing away. “Don’t act like you give a shit!”

“Out, ...

“Now. I won’t hold him back if he decides it’s time to make you bleed, and we both know you won’t come out ...

“He said you’ll throw me out of your house when my holes stop meeting your expectations,”

got in his face. I think he finds women who don’t let bullshit slide appealing, though. He admitted the flowers were from him and wouldn’t stop hitting on me since. I asked Jared to get someone else to serve him when...” she hesitates, cheeks turning scarlet, “...he smacked my ass.”