Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

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

“Call me if you need a helping hand, honey. Keep the change.” “You should think that through, Logan. Your number will officially be the second one in my contact list. When the time comes to carry a couch inside my apartment, I will call.”

“Impressive. Maybe one day you can teach me Italian.” Although, French would be better. French kissing.

My balls are blue now. Permanently. Fucking. Blue.

“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.”

My bladder puts up a fight. My tummy is pressed against Theo’s hip bone, which isn’t helping the case, and I end up shifting my position. He stirs, tightening his hold on me, burying his face in my hair. “Don’t even think about getting out of here,” he says, his voice gruff. “Get back to sleep.” “I’m trying, but I need to pee.” With a deep groan, he lifts his arm and kicks the blanket aside. “Make it quick.”

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

Almost twenty-four hours without her is a bit too long to stomach. I’m whipped and not afraid to admit it.

“We’re detaining your teddy bear,” Shawn says. “He’s not a suspect. We just need to ask him some questions. He has the right to remain silent. Although, I don’t expect to get much out of him, even in the presence of a lawyer.” My mouth curves into a smile when Theo’s chest bounces with soft laughter. “Lack of head might prove problematic, but I’ll call the lawyer just in case.” Shawn chuckles, shaking his head,

Me: Boys, I’ll need that ring. Shawn: No. Fucking. Way! You really gonna propose?! Logan: I see you two worked shit out. Good. You waste no time, huh? Me: Yeah, unless... is there some timeline for this I’m unaware of? A sign from up above I’m supposed to wait for. Nico: {gif} I watch a gif of a guy walking down the street, holding a piece of cardboard far above his head that reads, “This is a sign.” I swallow my laughter. A huge weight lifts off my shoulders and dissipates like smoke in the evening air.

“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?”

pretty face morph into the most beautiful smile. “I see my sense of humor is rubbing off on you, but you should know better than to challenge me.” “First, you need to say yes, omorfiá.”