Too Wrong: Hayes Brothers Book 2

Three years.

Three. Fucking. Years.

And poof.

I’m back thinking about Cassidy every day, imagining what it’d be like to pin her to the mattress again after all this time.

Thinking? Hah! Try obsessing.

I’ve slept with many women since I had her, but not one made me feel the way Cassidy did that night—like I was floating. An out-of-body experience can’t compare to sex with her. The world could’ve literally ended while we were in bed, and I wouldn’t have noticed.

I. 

Shouldn’t. 

Be. 

Here.

But I’m not thinking with my brain tonight. I’m thinking with my dick, and it doesn’t know any better, so once again, I knock at the door to her flat. It takes a while before it swings open, but I struggle to stay in place once it does. All I want is to grip her waist, yank her to me, and close her mouth with mine.

She’s flustered, a little breathless, and once again in a skimpy night dress. The look painting her face betrays what she was doing moments ago.

I know that look.

I remember.

The glow in her glossy eyes is unmistakable.            

She scowls at me, cheeks a radiant shade of pink, pupils blown. “What are you doing here?”

Her lips part ever so slightly with each shallow breath, eyes shimmer with pleasure, and face glows, making her beauty pop even more.

Naughty girl.

Caught in the act.

Well, almost.

“Were you thinking about me?” I lean closer, pulled by an invisible rope. She knots her eyebrows together, acting stupid even though we both know that won’t work. I can almost smell her arousal. “When you made yourself come just now… were you thinking about me, princess?”

Her scowl deepens, and she grips her waist with both hands, her eyes darkening to stormy blue. The pink of her cheeks morphs to scarlet, spilling down the porcelain column of her neck and lower to her cleavage.

Don’t be embarrassed, baby. It’s hot.

“Two words, one finger,” she clips, flipping me off, and lifts her chin to come across as confident. “Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you.” I step forward, leaving enough space so she can slam the door in my face if she wants, while I beg whoever watches over me not to let that happen. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“No, but that doesn’t—”

I catch her wrist and tug until her boobs press against my chest. The candy-hard nipples stand out, almost peeking through the fabric like a non-verbal invitation to take one in my mouth. An electric current zaps my nerve endings at the touch of her hot body, and my chest tightens the same way it did three years ago. There’s something about Cassidy Annabelle Roberts that renders me bewildered.

Her eyes darken, the arousal surfacing despite the recent orgasm she gave herself. I take her face in my hands, and my lips come down on hers for a deep, urgent kiss. 

Three years, but her body’s reaction to my touch is still the same. She gives in without hesitation, trembling in my arms, her anger obliterated when our tongues tangle, exploring, tasting… Jesus. Christ. She tastes so good.

“Your mouth says no, but your body says yes,” I whisper, caressing her puckered nipple with the pad of my thumb. I move the other arm across her shoulder blades, pressing her to my chest. Still not close enough. I want her closer. “One night, baby. Just sex. I’ll make you feel much better than whatever toy you used just now, and I’ll be gone before your legs stop shaking.” I squeeze her butt, waiting for a yes, but instead, a sweet, sharp gasp slips past her lips. That’s all the green light I need.

I lift her up, entering the small studio apartment.

“One night,” she breathes in the shell of my ear as the door slams shut. The wetness between her legs rubs against my t-shirt, soaking the fabric on my stomach. “You better deliver.”

“Your memory fails you.” I cross the familiar living room, a spring in my step as I reach her bedroom in five long strides. “Last time you begged me to stop making you come.” I throw her on the bed, yanking my jersey over my head. “Tonight, I won’t.”

“You won’t make me come?”

I sink to my knees, my cock throbbing, straining against my zipper, but there’s something I need more than my own release.

I grip her thighs and jerk her to the edge of the bed like a fucking savage. “I won’t stop. Now… open, baby, show me how wet you are.” Again, no hesitation. She lets her legs fall apart when I trace my fingers up her thigh, locked in some alternate dimension as I watch her skin break out in goosebumps. “Two fingers,” I whisper, pushing them inside the slick warmth of her perfect pussy. “Three words… come for me.”

My head spins. I have no restraint left as I dip my head, inhale her scent and let myself go wild.

I suck and lick her clit, feeling her walls tighten around my fingers within seconds. It’s a skill apparently, that few men possess. Most can make a girl come on their lips or fingers, but not many can do it this fast.

If I put my head into it, I can have Cassidy panting inside of a minute, and tonight, I’m all in. Focused, determined, starved for every sound she makes when she comes.

Three years didn’t fade the memories of the night we spent together. It took a while before I accepted we wouldn’t happen the way I wanted back then.

I’m painfully aware we shouldn’t be happening right now. Not even on such a primal, physical level, but breaking the unwritten rules fuels my hunger. Something about those erotic, breathless moans of hers gives me a headrush.

I pump faster, curling my fingers to stroke her G spot when her body vibrates, and her tight pussy pulsates as she comes, squeezing my head with her thighs and panting my name.

I’m high on her taste.

High on this moment and nowhere near done. We’ve got one night, and I’ll make the most of every second. She’s still riding the tidal wave when I start from the top, curling my fingers to tear another orgasm out of her as fast as possible.

Cassidy squirms, jerking her hips, pressing herself to my lips as I suck and pinch the hypersensitive, swollen bundle of nerves on the apex of her thighs.

“Again, princess,” I rasp, increasing the tempo of my fingers sliding in and out of her. “You need to come again.” 

And again, and then some… because if there’s one thing I couldn’t get enough of last time, feeling her come is it. I bring my other hand to her pussy, covering my thumb in her wetness, and move it lower, circling her back entrance as I apply enough pressure, so she lets me in. 

I want all she can give me tonight.

Cass stills, her spine rigid as she raises the top half of her body on her elbows. “Logan, I—”

“Easy,” I cut in, peppering her bare stomach with soft kisses. “I’ve got you. It’ll feel so fucking good, baby.” I climb higher, catching her lips in mine. “Do you trust me?”

She bites her lip, inhaling a sharp breath, her face a rictus of doubt. “I—” She stops, releasing all air out of her lungs, her shoulders relaxing. “Take what you want,” she whispers and falls back, those cornflower-blue eyes shut tight.

I will. I’ll show her highs she never knew existed.

It takes a few minutes before she melts into the mattress again, but once the tip of my thumb disappears, Cass is coming hard, my name on her lips among an array of faltering moans. 

“I want your pussy first,” I say, angling my head to watch her slowly calm down, her swollen lips parted as she inhales sweet, sharp breaths. “When your mellow, satisfied, and comfortable, I’m claiming your ass, too.”

Her eyes pop open, nothing but a fulfilled gleam in them this time. She weaves her fingers through my hair, urging me higher until she can reach my mouth and slip her tongue inside, the kiss slow but hot enough to set my lungs on fire.

“Don’t hurt me,” she utters, pinching my bottom lip with her teeth. A soft sigh escapes her as she leans back and drops her hands on the pillow, hinting at submission.

Fuck, yes.

I loved it when she did that three years ago—a clear sign she was ready for whatever I had in store. Tonight will be the best night of her life, I swear. 

“I won’t hurt you. Tell me you’re on birth control,” I strip off my clothes and pull her night dress off.

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing.” I climb back on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. Heat radiates off her toned body, and I feel how hot she is even before I lean over her, chest to chest. “You think I’d gamble your health, Cass? Never. I’m clean, baby.” I wouldn’t risk unprotected sex if I wasn’t sure I was good to go. In fact, I’ve never had unprotected sex, but tonight, I’ll be damned if I let anything spoil the moment. I guide my cock to her entrance, holding her wrists in both hands. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you, so either kiss me or tell me to get out of here if that’s not okay.”

She bites her lip, scrutinizing my face like she’s trying to judge whether she can trust me. “It’s okay, and you don’t have to worry about anything on my side, either,” she says quietly, her cheeks heating. “It’s been a long time since I was with—”

Nope.

I push my hips forward, burying myself inside her in one urgent thrust to shut her up.

We won’t discuss her sex life right now.

We won’t ever talk about the men who had her before me. If she says she’s good, I believe her. Cass is a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them. A satisfied moan reverberates in the tiny bedroom when I take a second to savor the moment.

“Fuck,” I growl, lace our fingers, and push our hands far above her head. “I missed you.”

I’m not moving, buried to the hilt. My heart rams in my chest, and hers matches the rhythm, slamming against her ribs so hard I feel it everywhere.

A small smile curls the corners of her lips a second before she yanks me down for another deep kiss, her tongue rediscovering my mouth with such urgency you’d think she was starving.

“I missed you, too.” She arches her spine as I pull back, and we fall into a rhythm.

My brakes give out, each thrust deeper, harder. I’m losing my fucking sanity here, focused solely on how good she feels, how warm she is, how her smell soothes my senses.

She moves her hips, meeting my hurried strokes, and digs her nails into my hands that still hold hers. “Yes, just like this, Logan, don’t stop.”

I grip her waist, using her body as leverage and an anchor. “Do I look…” I retreat and drive back inside, tearing a needy whimper out of her, “…like I need pointers?”

I most certainly do not.

We only had sex once before, but that was enough to learn her body. I know where to press and bite to get a reaction; to bring her to the edge and keep her there until I’m ready to tip her over. To make her scream and spasm.

And tonight, I live for those moments. 

“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, upping the tempo when I feel her body shudder with a promise of another release. I tend to one nipple, kneading the other breast while she knots her fingers in my hair. “One more, one more,” I chant, locked on her face. “One more, baby. “

“Logan,” she whimpers, forcing my forehead to rest on hers as she clings to me, clawing, drawing long, angry lines down my shoulder blades as the orgasm hits her hard. “Enough. Please, I… I… I can’t—”

“Yeah, you can.” I press my lips to her forehead, keeping them there for a moment before I lean back on my calves. “I’m not done with you yet.” I flip her onto her tummy once she calms down. “Face down, ass up for me.”

I tie her hair in a ponytail with my fingers, tugging until she dents her spine, showing a sexy line. Satisfied, I slide the head of my cock between her swollen, soaked folds, stroking up and down a few times, then move higher, pressing against the back entrance. She tenses, stills, and stops breathing all at once.

“It’s okay, princess, relax,” I lean over her back, increasing pressure on her virgin hole. “It’ll be good, I promise. You’ll love feeling me there.”

I slide my hand down her stomach, finding her clit with two fingers. I rub small circles while I slip inside her ass inch by inch, slowly, so fucking slowly, letting her adjust.

Cass lets out a quiet, satisfied cry, gripping the sheets with both hands. I kiss her back, shoulders, and neck, pulling out and pushing back inside at a steady, unrushed pace, slipping in deeper every time. Careful, slow strokes at first gain pace with each satisfied sound she makes.

“Oh, oh,” she squeals, her thighs quivering. “Just like that.”

Damn this girl.

“If you don’t stop telling me what I’m supposed to do, I won’t let you come again.” I release her hair, pressing my palm to the side of her face to force her cheek on the pillow.

She’s so beautiful when her lips part and moans come out disjointed every time I push back into her, focused on how she trembles when I hit a sensitive spot. She lifts her toned ass higher, silently asking for more.

Perfect. So fucking perfect…

I knot our fingers again, locking her in a purposely built cage of my arms, my chest to her back, a mist of sweat covering our bodies as I move my hips back and forth, the angle letting me in so deep I struggle to keep my orgasm in check.

That never happens. I can go on for hours, but I’m already on edge with Cass, barely holding off.

She squeezes her thighs together, making the tight space between them even tighter. “Oh, God!”

“I told you you’d love this,” I say in her ear, my muscles on fire, chest rising and falling faster. I hit the same spot over again, losing my grip on reality. “One more, baby. Just one more, okay?” I need to feel her choking my cock in her ass. 

She starts pulsating around me, the intense pleasure coursing through her body different from what she’s used to, I’m sure. A few more deep thrusts and all air leaves my lungs in a sharp burst when I come, too, feeling fucking weightless.