Page 104 of Naughty & Nice

I knew what happened after I left. The sounds of Noelle’s moans were a harsh reminder of what I could have been getting involved in.

But I’d already pushed my luck. Getting her off like I did this morning was a risk.

Hell, getting involved last night was a fucking risk. But at least we were all drunk. In the hard light of day, Hendrix’s opinion of me touching his girl might have been vastly different.

Call me a pussy, but I didn’t really want to hang around long enough for him to kick me out of bed so he could have his girl to himself.

No one kicks me out of bed. I'm either the one calling time on our rendezvous and leaving, or I’m the one kicking her out of bed.

They’re usually too busy begging me for another round…

I let out a pained sigh as I continue with my workout. After all, there’s fuck all else to do. It’s not like I’m about to go and cook Christmas Day breakfast.

I’m pretty sure I’ve already ruined their vacation enough at this point.

Or have I?

Giggles erupt from the bedroom again, causing yet another sigh to pass my lips.

I’m happy for them. I am. It’s taken long enough. But also… watching them makes me feel more lonely than I ever have in my life.

I’ve always surrounded myself with people for a reason. But I’m nothing but the third wheel at this party, and I hate it.

I push harder, forcing myself to work through the pain. I need it. It’s the perfect distraction from everything I refuse to dwell on.

If I were in Austin with the guys right now, I wouldn’t be having any of these issues.

I’d be blissfully ignorant and probably in bed nursing a hangover from the epic night before.

What exactly I did to deserve the airline fucking me up the ass quite this badly, I’ve no idea.

They fucked me over good, that’s all I fucking know.

The giggles and happiness get louder, and I’ve no choice but to look up when the happy couple emerge.

“You have to be shitting me,” I mutter.

“What?” Elle mocks. “I think they’re cute.”

“Matching Christmas sweaters are never cute,” I deadpan. “And plus, you weren’t even a couple when you bought those,” I point out.

“Aw, you’re just jealous that she didn’t buy you one too,” Rix mocks, unaware of just how close to the mark that comment hits.

“Fuck off,” I scoff. “You won’t catch me dead in a matching sweater to a girl, no matter how hot she is.”

They both laugh at me, looking entirely too happy about this whole situation.

It’s as infuriating as it is amazing.

I had my head between Noelle’s thighs last night. She came over my fingers this morning, and Hendrix isn’t beating the shit out of me.

Fucking Twilight Zone here in Canada or some shit.

“One day, you’ll eat your words,” Hendrix tells me smugly.

Shaking my head, I continue with what I’m doing. I might have been lonely with them locked in the bedroom, but now that they’re here, I’m not sure if seeing them all loved up in person is worse.

“Breakfast?” Noelle asks, gazing up at Hendrix like he’s just hung the moon.

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