Page 88 of Naughty & Nice

I wanted to. Fuck did I want to.

Her lips were pink and glistening. I was fucking desperate to. But I knew that as much as me touching her would hurt Rix, kissing her would be worse.

He may have had zero experience with women, but kissing Noelle would be crossing a line I wouldn’t be able to come back from.

Now, though…

He’s telling me to.

No. He’s demanding I kiss her.

What red-blooded man could ever say no to that?

My lips part at the same time as hers and our tongues collide. If it’s possible, the sweetness already coating my mouth only gets sweeter.

Cracking one of my eyes open, I check on Rix, but it’s instantly obvious from the way that he’s watching us that it’s okay.

Confident that he’s not about to impale me on a stick and shove me into the fire, I give Noelle everything I’ve got.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I encourage her to rise up on her knees.

Shuffling forward, I press our bodies together as I slide my hand down her back until I grab her ass.

“Oh god,” she breathes as I drag my lips from hers in favor of her throat.

Her neck ripples as she turns to look at Rix, and then she swallows thickly.

I can only imagine what she finds in his expression.

“S’more?” Noelle rasps, lifting her marshmallow up to Rix.

“I’ve got a better idea,” I announce before he has a chance to respond. “Take this,” I demand, plucking the stick from Noelle’s hand and passing it to Rix.

The second he has it, I lift Noelle from the floor and carry her over to the couch.

“I think Rix has his sight set on a whole different kind of dessert,” I explain as I lower us, setting Noelle on my lap with her back to my chest.

“What are you—oh god,” Noelle cries when I tuck my fingers under the straps of her tank and drag them down her arms, exposing her to both of us.

Her arms fly up to cover her bare tits, but I catch them.

“No,” I warn. “Rix.” I command him over with nothing more than a jerk of my chin.

The second the still-warm marshmallow is in reaching distance, I snatch it from his grasp and brush it over Noelle’s nipple.

“Shit,” she gasps, arching from my chest.

Leaving a sticky trail behind, I move to the other side.

“She’s all yours when you’re ready, Bro.”

Hendrix watches us with intrigue. His eyes are blazing and every muscle in his body is pulled tight, although none more than the most important one in his pants.

I know how he fucking feels.

He moves closer, his eyes locked on Noelle’s tits before he ducks down and swipes his tongue across her sticky skin.

“Oh god,” she cries, arching once again. Her hands find mine and she grips them hard.

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