Too Much : Hayes Brothers Book 1
Too Much : Chapter 21

ALONE. We’re finally alone after sitting through a three-hour-long meal with my brothers, who just couldn’t refrain from telling Thalia all the embarrassing stories about her boyfriend—namely me.

Yeah, it’s official.

I’m a boyfriend, and my girlfriend? That woman is wild. Passionate. Determined. She takes no prisoners and speaks her mind. I’m almost ashamed that she had to be the one to act on the burning lust that consumed us both since I approached her at Tortugo all those weeks ago. Almost. I’m mostly just fucking grateful that the hardest part, the first step, is over.

After the mind-blowing blowjob, I took her downstairs and sat us on the oversized couch in Nico’s living room. I couldn’t deny myself holding Thalia close, so I sat her on my lap.

Shawn and Jack grinned like idiots, Nico treated me with a rare half-smile, and Logan boomed fucking finally when I wrapped my arms around Thalia’s middle, making my new, in-a-relationship status known. There was no hiding it. No playing it down… not that I wanted to play it down.

She’s mine. She was mine the moment I saw her. I just needed a tiny push to act, and she pushed—refusing to stay in the weird, too intimate friendzone.

If not her, it would’ve been me.

I already decided last night that I want her for myself. She just beat me to the stage.

Ares greets us at the doorway, jumping and barking. The condo is in a state of absolute chaos. I guess he doesn’t like spending the night alone. He demonstrated his disapproval by chewing my shoes and the corner of the rug under the coffee table. He peed on it too.

Whatever.

I’ve got more important things on my mind than cleaning up the mess.

“We should take him out for a walk,” Thalia says, bending to scratch his ears and putting a dent in my plans.

“We should get you naked,” I counter, hauling her into my arms to capture her lips with mine.

Now that I can, I’ll probably be kissing her every goddamn minute of the day. I’ve been thinking about pushing inside her for three hours straight, and I’m about ready to explode.

Thalia inches away. “Patience, baby. You take him for a walk, I’ll clean this mess, and then we’ll get naked and stay naked until the morning.” She pecks my cheek, rushing away before I can grab her and try to change her mind.

“Fine,” I huff, snatching the leash off the hook by the door. “Half an hour, not a minute longer.”

She gives me a wiggly wave when I clasp the leash to Ares’s collar and take him out for a very, very quick run at the nearby park. He sprints after a ball, running so fast he trips over his paws a few times. He’s not a gracious dog, and it’s Thalia’s fault. They spend too much time together. Ares is growing to be as clumsy as his mummy.

She walks into doorframes, bumps her head against open kitchen cabinets and drops things all the fucking time. There’s always at least one band-aid on her, usually on her fingers that she accidentally cuts with a knife while cooking.

There’s no denying that Ares is ours, not just mine. Thalia loves that dog, and he loves her back. It’d be sweet if he loved me more, but I’m shit out of luck. Thalia’s his favorite.

I keep throwing the ball for twenty minutes, then put Ares back on the leash and head home, my step bouncier than usually. Thalia’s in the kitchen, and the condo is spotless. She rests against the countertop, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Why aren’t you naked?” I ask, crossing the room and yanking my t-shirt over my head. She laughs when I grasp the edge of the counter, admiring her rosy cheeks. “Kiss me and strip.”

She takes a sip, savoring the brown, bitter liquid, making a show of moaning in delight. “Do you want a coffee?”

“No, I don’t want a fucking coffee.” I dip my head to kiss her neck. “I want you naked, shaking and screaming my name loud enough for the whole street to know what it is.” I set the cup aside, and fucking devour her.

My tongue sweeps the inseam of her mouth. With a short sigh, she lets me in deeper, bringing her hands to my jaw so she can steer my face. I grab onto her round ass, lifting Thalia into my arms. Her warm, wet pussy presses against my abdomen when she flings her legs around my waist, clinging to me.

“I waited patiently,” she whispers, tracing the muscles on my back. “I waited for you, Theo. So many nights dreaming of your touch.”

“God, Thalia, moró mou ^[7].”

She shudders, and I’m dazed by the heat radiating off us. Our kiss intensifies with every step closer to my bedroom. I can’t see where I’m going with my lips firmly on hers, but I’ve made this trip many times in the dark.

“Say it again,” she utters when I lay her on the bed, needy, wet, and ready for me.

“Moró mou,” I whisper, pulling the dress over her head, then unclasp her bra and sit back, admiring the view. Smooth, olive skin, swollen, rosy lips, and aroused brown eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, little one.”

She yanks me down, and I trail a line of kisses across her neck, cupping her breast. The pad of my thumb toys with her pebbled nipple before I continue the journey down her warm body. She parts her lips, back arching as I reach between her legs to caress the wet, warm flesh.

I’m transfixed, mesmerized by the pure bliss on her gorgeous face when her eyes flutter closed. How did I keep myself in check for so long? And why?

Who the fuck was I kidding?

She drops her hands on the pillow, surrendering her body and mind to me, my touch, and my demands. I slide my lips down the silk curve of her neck, dying to taste the candy pink nipples. I curl my tongue around one, sucking and nipping, making her cry out, and she reaches up, tangling her fingers through my hair to hold me in place, silently begging for more.

And more she’ll get.

I let my hunger for her take the reins. There’s no way I can attempt to control the white-hot burning lust when every touch of my hands on her body sends her into a frenzy. She’s famished. Desperate for human connection, touching, kissing, and feeling someone close after twenty months of zero intimacy.

She claws my back, drawing long lines from my nape, down my shoulder blades and sides until she reaches the elastic band of my sweatpants. She pushes her petite hand inside my boxers and wraps her fingers around my cock.

“I want another taste,” she says, stroking and squeezing me in short, measured moves.

That might be the sexiest sentence I’ve ever heard. A man can tell if a woman enjoys going down on him or if she sucks because she has to. Thalia definitely enjoys bringing me to the brink with just her lips. She’s so fucking good at it that I half expect she took a how to handle a dick class.

I won the lottery with this one…

I haul her up, maneuvering her until she’s the one on top, and I’m lying with my head propped against the pillow. She throws my boxers over her shoulder, licking her lips as if she’s about to taste her favorite dessert, but then she frowns and hops out of bed.

“One second!” She rushes out of the room, her boobs bouncing along the way.

I’m on my back, and my dick stands at attention like some badass, angry, bald general. On-hold music is all that’s missing, but thankfully, I’m not eleventh in line before an operator will be with me. Thalia’s only gone ten seconds and reappears with her hair tied in a messy ponytail.

God, you created perfection.

“Ready.” She smiles, running her hands up my thighs, and her warm breath fans the head of my cock. She tastes the first drop of precum, as graceful fingers wrap tightly around the hilt, stroking me slowly. She licks the overly sensitive crest before her pink lips touch the head, and she sucks me into her mouth.

I damn near come on the spot.

A soft moan vibrates up my shaft, the sensation incomparable to what I’ve experienced before. She sinks deeper, her moves hasty as the head of my cock hits the back of her throat.

“You’re so fucking good at this, omorfiá,” I groan, barely closing my fingers around her heavy ponytail.

She’s a pro, alternating between pumping and toying with my balls while keeping up the demanding tempo of her lips. I won’t survive much longer. I can already feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine, and there’s no way I’ll spill anywhere other than her pussy this time.

Thalia’s erotic hum fills my head, the silk of her mouth almost tipping me over the edge a few seconds before she releases my cock with a soft pop.

“Now you get a taste,” she says, biting the tip of her index finger and climbing higher with a cheeky smile, her knees on both sides of my head. “Deep breath, baby.”

“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” I hook my elbows under her thighs when she’s close enough, grab her waist and yank her down, pressing her hot pussy to my lips.

She tastes like heaven, sunshine, spring rain, and everything that makes me feel good. I’ll spend a lot of time between her thighs. My head spins when I lick her back to front, flicking my tongue over the swollen bud. Every time I do that, she bucks against me, her gasps growing louder.

“Please…” she utters, grinding over my face, “mi stamatás.”

I don’t need a dictionary to translate the words—don’t stop. Sexy… she’s so sexy when she plays with her boobs, focused solely on the pleasure coursing through her body.

The most arousing sight I’ve ever witnessed.

I tease her entrance with my tongue but don’t push in. Not this time. Soon, but not yet. My cock needs to be inside her next, or I’ll be damned.

Her moans come more frequently, and she rides my face faster while the orgasm builds, gaining momentum. I’m torn between wanting to taste her as she comes and wanting to feel her pulse around my cock, but the need to claim her wins.

I grip her thighs, stopping her movements. “Not yet.”

“Please, Theo—”

“Shhhhh.” I flip her over, spreading her thighs with my knee, I’m hypnotized by her flustered face, bright eyes, and swollen lips when I slide my cock along her wet folds, testing my own patience. “This time, you’ll come with me.”

I glance away from the beautiful girl in my bed for one second when I lean back to open the bedside cabinet, but it’s enough for her skillful fingers to replace her clit.

My cock swells, the fullness of my balls painful, while my courageous brunette brings herself to the brink of a breathtaking release. 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.” My knees dig into the bed, the head of my cock nestling between her folds. “Brace, little one,” I rasp, plunging inside slowly, her warmth and wetness engulfing me inch by inch.

I press forward, my eyes glued to the relaxed heat of hers as she gasps and trembles, arching her back, eyes fluttering closed. I dip my head, nipping her shoulder as I thrust in the last inch. “There you go… fuck, you’re perfect.”

I lace our fingers, holding her hands close to her head and push in deeper, watching her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Lust burns through us, feral and fierce, when I retreat, settling for a rushed, intense rhythm, loving how her tight pussy sucks me in. Big, perky boobs bounce in sync with my thrusts, and a mist of sweat covers our bodies within minutes. Hastened breaths, soft gasps, and low growls fill the room.

Thalia lifts her knees, wrapping her legs around my waist, and arches her hips to meet my hurried strokes. I sink deeper, stroking that vital spot that makes her shudder and moan.

“Let me touch you,” she breathes, wrestling against my hold on her hands, and as soon as I let go, she cups my face and pulls me down, bruising my lips with demanding kisses. I rest the weight of my body on one elbow, holding onto her ass, driving into her harder and deeper when her walls tighten around me. I never cared if the woman in my bed reached her high, but I want Thalia to come.

I need her to come.

I want her to lose herself in my arms, but she’s not quite there. Almost… so close, but not quite there.

“Tell me what you need,” I say when she bites my lip, writhing beneath me. “Tell me what to do, little one.”

She shoves my hand between us, forcing my fingers onto her clit. I rub tight circles for a few seconds before Thalia’s breathing comes in short, desperate puffs. She searches my face, eyes unfocused, every sound escaping her lips louder. My moves quicken with every thrust, the realization I finally have her hits me out of the blue and my entire body shudders, flooded by a wave of intense heat spreading in all directions.

“Fuck,” I stammer. “Watching you take me… your beautiful face… knowing you’re mine…” Another wave of blazing heat spills inside my chest. “I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times, but—”

“Reality can’t compare,” she finishes for me. “God, I-I’m… I’m so close, I think I’m go—”

“Fucking come,” I clip, rubbing her faster. “Now, omorfiá.”

She moves with me, frantically grasping for release. “Th-Theo,” she stammers, losing her sanity. Her back bows off the bed as she shakes, moaning so fucking loud I’m sure the whole building can hear her. “Oh, God… Theo, yes!”

Her legs lock around my back, and I topple over the edge with her, unable to hold off as I watch the pure, raw ecstasy paint her face. My orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt, all-consuming and powerful, enough to blur my vision with white spots. I stop deep inside her, holding onto her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if that can anchor me in place, or else I might float the fuck away. We’re both spent, our breaths sawing in and out. I don’t think I ever came this hard.

“Shit,” I huff on a deep exhale. “That was—”

“Amazing,” she finishes, a blissful smile blooming over her swollen, cherry lips.

“Don’t move.” I nudge her nose with mine, stamping a kiss on her head. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I stand on weak legs, my muscles burning more than after the harshest workout, and my heart drums in my chest. I lock myself in the bathroom, staring at my reflection: messy hair, bright eyes, and long flared lines on my back. I discard the condom, clean up, and hold onto the edge of the porcelain sink.

Normally, by the time I emerge from the bathroom, the woman who hit my sheets is dressed or halfway through the task, but that won’t be the case today. Thalia lives here. It’s not like she’ll kiss me goodbye and let herself out.

She couldn’t if she tried.

She’s mine and going nowhere. It’s confusing as hell that I’m relieved instead of anxious. Twenty-four hours ago, the idea of a relationship gave me a headache because what do I know about caring for a woman the way she deserves?

Now that I’m with Thalia, the doubts disappear.

I can do this.

And I can do it well.

I’ve been taking care of her since she moved in here. Not much will change, and whatever will is just a welcome bonus: mind-blowing sex and my status.

In a relationship.

Thalia’s still in bed, naked body covered with a blanket, her face half-buried between two pillows. She let her hair down, the mass of curls draped over one shoulder.

I crawl in beside her, oddly at peace when her lips swipe along my neck. She pushes me to my back and cuddles into my side, forcing my arms around her exhausted, hot frame. I don’t skip a beat, pulling her closer, holding onto the beautiful brunette for dear life.

This is just the beginning. The very start of us.

“I guess I need to move out,” she whispers, ghosting her fingers up and down my torso, tracing every curve.

“Yeah, I guess you do.” I kiss her temple, then grip her jaw, twist her head up and replace those perfect lips. She tenses a little, unsure if I’m joking. “You need to vacate the guest bedroom and move your stuff in here, omorfiá.”