Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(63)

“I enjoy us, Mia. I enjoy you and...” He kisses my nose, “...sex is off the charts. Talk to me, okay? We won’t learn what we like if we don’t talk. Always tell me if I’m doing something wrong or you don’t enjoy any part of sex. And if you want to stroke my ego, tell me when I’m doing things right, too.”

He gets up only to come back half a minute later in a pair of boxer shorts, washcloth in hand. He spreads my legs, pressing the warm, damp cloth to my pussy.

“It works both ways, Nico. Whatever you want, you have to tell me. I’m new to this.”

“I know. You’re doing great, baby.” He wipes between my legs, raising on his elbow to look me over. Two tendons on his tattooed neck pulse in the rhythm of his jaw working in tight circles. “My girl is adventurous,” he says, dipping his head to kiss my collarbone. “Confident...” His hot breath warms my skin before he takes my nipple between his teeth, and my breathing hitches all over again. “Demanding... courageous...” He kisses a vertical line up the column of my throat. “Willing...” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine.

I’m not breathing. My blood boils with lust, but every word pierces me like a bullet. I’m nothing like his girl. Not a single quality he listed resides in my character. My throat constricts so hard I’m afraid I’ll choke on disappointment, but I push it aside, pulling him down for a kiss.

I can be all those things... I think.

I hope.

He’s only been mine for a day, but I never want to lose him.

“I want back in, baby,” he says with a small smile, pulling away. “Told you I won’t want to leave once I was in.”

“I don’t want you to leave, but I should get ready for college. I’m sure you need to be in the office soon.”

“Two things, one: don’t mention college unless you absolutely have to, baby. I hate that you’re so young. And two: fuck work. We’ll stay here and have sex all day.”

Another low blow to my stomach. I knew the age difference was an issue, but I didn’t expect I’d have to hide a whole part of my life.

“I can’t do anything about my age,” I say, toying with my bracelets. “As tempting as a day in bed sounds, the—” I bite my tongue before I tell him the finals are approaching. “I need to get ready.”

“Fine. Stop by your house later. Pack more clothes and grab that book we’ve been reading.”

When he stayed over on Saturday, I was so excited about having him in my bed I couldn’t fall asleep, so he tucked me in and quietly read Alice in Wonderland.

“You enjoyed it? I thought you were just helping me fall asleep.”

“It’s not a book I’d choose, but it wasn’t boring.” He gets up, throwing a pair of sweatpants on. “Come on. Get moving. Let’s get this day over and done with, so I can have you naked again.”

TWENTY-FOUR
Mia

I TRY NOT TO WINCE as I get up to leave the auditorium, but Nico sure didn’t help when he put me on all fours earlier. Sex this morning was an entirely different experience from last night, and if I’m being honest, I liked it better today.

He was more himself, no longer worried about hurting me. He dominated every second, barking orders and manhandling me into the positions he wanted. I hope he won’t stop controlling our sex life because I love his possessive, demanding tone. He knows what he wants, what I want, and how to make it happen.

“Not so fast, kitten.” Brandon blocks my way when I step into the corridor. He backs me into a corner, a scowl twisting his face. “We gotta talk.”

“I have nothing to tell you.”

“You sure about that? I hear you’re not liking the attention you’re getting. My boys say you’re avoiding them, shooting them down.”

I fold my arms, hoping it’ll be enough to stop him pressing into me. “Your boys are correct.”

“Who told you about the prize?” He glides his finger along the line of fabric on my chest and tilts my chin when I don’t answer. “It was Justin, wasn’t it? Cheeky fucker. I’ll deal with him later, and you...” He sweeps his thumb along my jaw. “You have one last chance to play ball. I want that first, Mia.”

“And yet you let your friends try and score with me. That’s an odd way of saying I want you.”

“I don’t want you. I want your pussy. There’s a difference.”

I grit my teeth, pushing down nausea threatening to eject the contents of my stomach into his face. Maybe I should just roll with it. Projectile-vomiting all over the star quarterback would be the highlight of my college career.

“You’re too late,” I say, swallowing hard. “Both I and my pussy are taken.”

He cocks an eyebrow, looking me over, surprise fading from his snobbish face quickly. “Nice try, kitten. I’m not falling for that. My boys played nice until now, but you just had to ruin the fun, didn’t you? Imagine that instead of asking you out, they’ll get handsy.”

“That’s sexual assault. Even you’re not stupid enough to order that.”

He traces one hand down my side, making me shudder with disgust. “You think anyone will prosecute them for slapping your curvy ass? I doubt it. Let’s see how long it’ll take before you come crawling, begging me to fuck you.” He pats my butt, and on reflex, I slam my knee into his groin.