Page 132 of Naughty & Nice

“I didn’t think you were the kind of guy who runs away from a challenge,” he taunts.

“I-I’m not,” I stutter, hating that my words don’t come out stronger. “I just… you seemed to be enjoying yourselves, so…”

“Noelle told us what she wanted,” Rix states, making me feel like a douche for attempting to slip away. “Are you turning her down?”

“No,” I say, spinning around to look at them.

Rix is still staring at Noelle, no doubt with little hearts in his eyes. But Noelle's eyes are set firmly on me.

My mouth runs dry at the depth of the desire darkening them.

“I just didn’t feel… needed.”

Fuck. That confession hurts more than I was expecting it to.

Noelle’s expression softens and a small smile pulls at her lips.

“In one way or another, you’re always needed with us, Wild.”

She sees me.

All the air is punched out of my chest at that realization.

Lifting her arm, she holds her hand out for me.

Unable to do anything but follow her silent command, I walk over and entwine my fingers with hers.

“Last night of vacation,” she says. “Let’s make it one to remember.”

Fuck. She’s right about something.

I am never going to forget this holiday, that’s for sure.

Once I’m close enough, she stretches up for me.

Predicting what she wants, I meet her halfway, kissing her with as much enthusiasm as Rix just was. Only, it’s impossible to miss that there’s a part of my kiss that is fueled purely by desperation.

Desperation and sadness.

For them, going home means the start of something new and exciting.

Whereas I can’t help feeling like I’m leaving something behind.

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NOELLE

“Oh my god,” I gasp as heat surrounds my nipple.

I pull away from Wilder, but he isn’t having any of it. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he keeps my mouth locked to his.

There is something even more intense about his kiss tonight. I figure it’s because it’s our last time. It can’t be anything else, because this is nothing but a game to Wilder.

Although his little speech earlier was much more heartfelt than anything I’ve heard from him before. Maybe he is feeling a little out of sorts with our time together coming to an end.

But as much as I might want to try and figure out his state of mind, I can’t, because his hands tuck under my arms, and I’m suddenly removed from Hendrix’s lap.

I cry out into our kiss as Wilder effortlessly lifts me over the armrest and into his body.

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