Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(76)
I didn’t think I’d be ready for more after she took care of me with her lips, but seeing her come four times in a row skyrocketed my desire to uncontrollable levels. I had to have her. She couldn’t hold her weight, and after two more orgasms on my cock, she fell asleep while I took a quick shower, recalling the image of her beautiful lips wrapped around my length.
She’ll be on her knees for me a lot going forward.
Seeing her plump lips open for me almost tipped me over right then. Her pace was off, she only worked the head of my cock, but that delicacy and uncertainty painting her face were everything. I never came so fast from an oral. It usually takes much longer, and nine out of ten times, it doesn’t happen at all, but that was a different level of perfection. The orgasm rattled through me like an earthquake, powerful enough to cramp my thighs.
Jimmy shimmies out of his jacket, smirking as he rounds the breakfast bar to pull a bag of ice from the freezer. “Tired, is she?”
It’s odd... his nonchalance toward my sex life with his youngest daughter. My father’s the same, but I bet it’s different when you’re raising seven sons.
Jimmy’s casualness seems unnatural, and I can’t decide if the fact we’re friends makes it less or more odd.
“She’s not been sleeping well the past few nights,” I lie, hoping to cut the subject, but he only grins wider.
“Yeah, I bet the two hours you needed had nothing to do with her falling asleep at eight in the evening.”
Way to piss me off.
If any other girl was concerned, this conversation wouldn’t be a problem, but I’m falling in love with Mia. She’s mine. My girl. What we do in bed is off-limits to anyone’s ears.
“There are many things we can talk about,” I clip, folding my arms. “But what I do in bed with your daughter isn’t on the list. I respect her, I care about her, and that’s all you need to know.”
He holds his hands up in defeat, already slightly tipsy. “My apologies. You’re right. I just wish she’d stop blushing whenever sex comes up. She’s nineteen.”
“She’s only like that around you. I know Aisha has no filter, but Mia’s embarrassment shouldn’t surprise you. You said you know her, so you should know that talking about sex with her father isn’t something Mia will take lightly. It’s probably worse because you and I get along.”
He pours us two glasses, nodding along. “We’ve touched on a lot of different topics the last few days, but no matter what, whenever Mia’s mentioned, you get awfully territorial.”
I sip my drink, propping my ankle on my knee. “I don’t think you understand how much I care about her. I know you don’t mean anything bad, so I’m not reacting. You can get away with many things being her father. Most people would bleed if they asked the things you did about our relationship. Territorial, overprotective, possessive... I heard it all before, and believe me, it doesn’t begin to cover it.”
He beams wider with every one of my words. What the fuck is so amusing?
“I’d be pretty pissed off at that silent threat, Nico, if I hadn’t seen you with her. She’s at the heart of everything you do.”
“She’s Daddy’s girl, Jimmy, and that won’t change, but she’s mine now. Mine to care for. Mine to keep safe.”
He reaches out to clank his glass to mine, leaving my hasty confession without comment. We spend the rest of the evening booking flights and hotels for Mia and me; it’ll be my first vacation in years. Two weeks with my girl in Monaco and Italy, watching F1 races, dining in the fanciest restaurants, and sightseeing.
I can almost smell the authentic Italian cuisine already, almost hear the F1 cars lining up on the grid and imagine the bliss painting Mia’s face as she inconspicuously cheers Ferrari on when her dad isn’t looking.
Life doesn’t get much better.
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Jimmy boards the plane early on Friday morning.
We’ll see him soon enough. The Monaco GP is in three weeks. Despite the anxiety of leaving my businesses in my brother’s hands, I can’t wait to get away from work.
“You’re allowed to call with emergencies only,” I tell Jasmine, briefing her on the plan of action on Friday afternoon. “Moody clients are your responsibility. I don’t want to hear about Mr. X’s idea to diversify his portfolio or any other shit like that.”
Jasmine nods, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her slim nose. “Unless the market crashes, you’re unavailable,” she mumbles, making notes. “Got it. I won’t bother you.”
“No, you won’t. Every time you think about calling me, call Colt. Any messages you want to give me go through him.”
Her head snaps to meet my gaze so fast I swear her neck cracks. “Colt? Your younger brother? I can do this myself, Nico. I don’t need anyone’s supervision.”
“That’s not negotiable. Whenever you feel the need to call me, call Colt. He’ll decide if it’s emergency enough to interrupt my first vacation since college.”
Colt’s the one I’ve been bouncing ideas off for the past couple years. He’s bright, quick, well-organized, and a problem-solver, making him the ideal business partner. I’ve been pondering the idea of bringing him into my business for a while. Now, I’ll have the perfect opportunity to check if he can handle the pressure.