Page 43 of Naughty & Nice

Rix twists around as I look over, and we both still simultaneously.

“What the fuck, Bro?” Hendrix barks as my hands lift to cover my bare breasts.

“Just wanted to know if either of you had seen the weather warning,” he states as if this is fucking normal.

“Does it look like we’re watching the fucking weather?”

“I dunno, something tells me it’s pretty fucking wet in here.”

12

WILDER

Ididn’t get up with the intention of listening at the door like a creep. I was going to get a drink, but then I heard a moan and my feet took me in a different direction from what I was expecting.

I couldn’t complain, though. It sounded hot. And it wasn’t my fault that they’d left the door ajar. Although, it might have been mine when I pressed my palm against the door and pushed it open a little wider.

Watching two people go at it isn’t anything new to me. I’ve done all the wild parties and watched my teammates get up to all sorts with an audience.

But watching Hendrix with Noelle hit differently.

I was hard long before I laid eyes on them, just from the sounds they were making alone. But as I stepped into the doorway and started watching them grind against each other... Shit.

And they weren’t even naked.

“You need to get the fuck out,” Rix growls as he glares over his shoulder at me.

It’s hard to take his anger seriously after watching him get off on his best friend.

“Sorry,” I say, holding my hands up like I actually am.

I’m not. I couldn’t give a fuck.

“I couldn’t help it. She’s hot when she comes, right?”

Hendrix’s expression flips in a heartbeat, and before I can blink, he’s off the bed and flying toward me.

“Rix, no,” Noelle cries a beat before my twin brother’s fist collides with my eye.

I stumble back, allowing the wall to catch me as my hands lift to cover my face.

“Dude, the fuck?”

He comes at me again, this time hitting my jaw. It’s not the first time we’ve fought, and I highly doubt that it’ll be the last, but unlike usual, I don’t even attempt to retaliate. Why would I when I deserve the pain and everything he can throw at me?

I won’t deny that I fucked up both that first night at the party and then again this morning.

I just… I can’t help myself.

“That’s enough,” Noelle snaps, stepping between us and pressing her tiny palms to each of our chests.

Hendrix’s bare one heaves with a mixture of anger, frustration, and lingering desire. I’m much more relaxed, although still very turned on.

“I should kill you for touching her,” Hendrix seethes.

I can’t help myself; a smirk pulls at my lips. “And why would you do that? Have you already forgotten what just happened right there?” I say, pointing at the bed.

“You’re an asshole,” Rix points out.

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