Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

I knew her name, heritage, and a brief life story before I approached her at the bar, but I was curious how much she’d let on about herself. Not much, unfortunately.

Sas efcharistó gia ton kafé kai to deípno. Elpízo na niótheis arketá arrenopós, allá an den to káneis, boreís na ftiáxeis ton nerochýti pou échei diarroí sto domátió mou. Kalinýchta, Theo.

Thessaloniki. So that’s where she’s from. Her eyes fog over for a second as she glances my way, checking if I caught the tiny piece of information she clearly didn’t mean to share. I did, omorfiá. I pay attention to everything you say.

Because I’m petty, apparently. I’m stooping to the lowest level. Sinking to the bottom, desperate to get Theo’s attention. I’m childish, immature, and plain stupid. I’m trying to make him jealous.

“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.”

“That’s it...” His warm breath fans my skin, his fingers prolonging my orgasm. “There you go, omorfiá. You needed that, didn’t you? You needed me.”

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

I rip the condom packet with my teeth, slide it on and clutch Thalia’s wrists, stopping her efforts before she spoils the fun for us both. “Not. Yet. You come when I come.”

“You think I’m handsome, Thalia?” I ask, forcing her attention on me, my elbow still casually resting on the bar. “Funny? Interesting?” I take her hand and pull until she takes a step closer. “I believe Vegas is just five hours away. How drunk do I need to get you before you say I do?”