Page 87 of Too Sweet
“Now,” I pant, and within half a second, Nico slips two fingers inside, stroking my G spot and tipping me over as if he can’t help himself.
“Ride it,” he growls when the orgasm blooms. “Let loose, Mia. I’ve got you.”
I spasm, bucking on the bed, the orgasm hitting faster than an arrow from a bow. I don’t see stars. I see entire constellations flicker on the backs of my eyelids.
“In,” I moan, reaching for him. “Please, I want you in.”
He smiles against my neck, sucking a bit of flesh to leave a hickey. “Mine.Marked.”
TWENTY-SIX
Nico
MIA’S NOT READY when I arrive at her house twenty minutes before seven, having finished work early so I could take her toThe Olive Treefor a proper date.
We’ve not had much time together since she woke up in my arms on Tuesday, but now it’s Friday, she’ll stay with me all weekend.
“What happened tobaby boy?” I ask Aisha when she greets me with a simplehey.
She purposely rolls her eyes before leading me into the kitchen. I shake Toby’s hand, taking a seat by the breakfast bar, where he’s flipping through a stack of takeout menus.
“You’re with my sister now,” Aisha says, opening the fridge. “As much as I enjoy pissing you off, I think I should stop before I take it too far. You want a beer?”
“No, I’m driving.” The more time we spend together, the more I enjoy our banter. It’s like having a younger sister. “Who’s going to take your place if you stop getting on my nerves?”
“I’ll throw something your way every now and then if you insist.” She winks, pulling out two bottles of Corona. “I just don’t want to get in your bad books.”
“Too late for that. You’re not there for pissing me off, Aisha. You’re there because of how you treat Mia.”
Who knew? Aisha can blush too. Her cheeks pink up, shame spilling down her neck. It’s not as adorable as it is on Mia, though.
“She’s growing on me,” she admits quietly, stealing a quick glance at her boyfriend. “I even invited her to come out toRavewithme for a girls’ night out.”
My back straightens immediately, a jab of anger flaring my nostrils. “She’s not going out with you.”
“Excuse me?” Aisha grips her waist, snapping into defensive mode. Her pink cheeks have turned red, and not due to shame. I think she’s about to bite my head off. “What kind of caveman bullshit are you trying to pull off? You won’t dictate her life. She’s going.”
Jesus Christ. The world these days is madness. One sentence, and I’m immediately labeled a caveman. Fucking sue me for doing what I think is right for my girl.
“Save the righteous lines for your books, alright? You want to spend time with her?”
“Of course I do! She’s my sister. She’sfamily.” She glances at Toby, checking he’s paying attention to her sudden change of heart. It’s all for show. Toby’s as family-oriented as I am, and I’m sure Aisha’s dismissive attitude toward Mia doesn’t sit well with him. “Why else would I invite her out?”
“Why does it have to be out?” I snap, grinding my teeth. “If you really want to spend time with Mia and not just score points with Toby, organize a girls’ nightin. Show me you care abouther. That you give a crap about what’s happening in her life.”
“What’s the fun in that? We sit home all the time!”
“You need to be waited on, right? Fine. Take her out for drinks somewhere you can talk.Show me you won’t ditch her at the first opportunity. Show me she can fucking count on you. Then we can talk aboutRave.”
Aisha scoffs, pointing her long, manicured nail at me. “Why would I ditch her?! I’m with Toby now. I’m not looking for guys. Clubbing is fun, Nico. Mia doesn’t have fun and—”
“She’s not going out with you!” I bang my hand on the breakfast bar, my patience hanging by a thread. “Either a girls’ night in, or if you want to be waited on, I’ll get you a private room atThe Olive Tree.I’ll even cover the fucking bill, but you’renottaking Mia dancing unless I’m there.”
“Don’t argue,” Toby cuts in when Aisha opens her mouth again. “You won’t win with him on this one.”
“Like hell! She’s not his property! What if she says she wants to go, huh?!” She comes closer, little torches swimming in her eyes. “What then? You’ll forbid her? You can’t control her!”
Toby rubs his face, looking between us, the calm mediator. “He’s not trying to control her, babe. He just doesn’t trustyou. This conversation would be different if you were one of the triplets or if I were joining you.”
