Page 131 of Naughty & Nice

Those things are important. The things I’m good at are nothing in the grand scheme of things. And it’s fucking bullshit that people like Hendrix and Noelle don’t get the limelight they deserve.

Hendrix has already taken her virginity. He knows what it felt like being inside her for the first time. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take one of her firsts for myself too.

“Then your wish is our command.”

Without Hendrix’s permission, I grip Noelle’s chin, turn her to face me, and press my lips against hers.

I need something. I need a distraction.

Anything that will get me out of my own fucking head.

Alcohol and sex. Those are my go-to.

But while I might have the offer of sex on the table right now, the temptation of alcohol is far away.

I want to remember this.

I want her to remember this.

After all, it might be the only time she gets to experience it, and I want it to be everything she ever thought it would be.

“Where?” I ask, barely breaking our kiss.

“Anywhere but out here would be wrong now,” she breathes. “In front of the fire, just like everything else we’ve done.”

“Okay,” Hendrix agrees before he steps up behind her and peels his hoodie from her body. She’s bare, other than a tiny pair of panties. The sight of her exposed for us makes my mouth water and my dick hard as fuck.

She visibly shivers as the warm air rushes over her exposed skin.

My heart pounds so hard, I can feel it in my ears, and for some reason, when I skim my hands down her sides, they tremble.

I have no idea why I’m so on edge, or why this feels so much bigger than any other time we’ve been together in the past few days.

But something is different.

Get it together, Wilder.

“You’re a naughty girl, Rebel. And to think, I always thought you were so nice.”

“Then maybe you didn’t really know me all that well,” she taunts, suddenly spinning around to give Hendrix her full attention.

I watch as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, presses the length of her body against his, and crashes her lips to his.

With his hands clamped on her ass, he holds her tight and kisses her as if he needs her more than his next breath.

Seconds pass as my head spins with crazy thoughts about how it would feel to have someone kiss me like that because they needed to, not because they wanted to fuck the football player.

Taking a step back, my eyes catch on the fire.

It’s beginning to burn out, so I head over and put another two logs on while Noelle and Hendrix are distracted.

Hendrix grunts as I stand back to my full height, and when I spin around, I find him sitting on the couch with Noelle on his lap, grinding down on him.

His hands are everywhere as he loses himself in her, and that weird feeling from earlier that I’m refusing to identify only strengthens.

Without saying a word, I silently walk around the couch, figuring that Noelle didn’t really mean what she said a few moments ago and that she’d rather spend the night with Rix. I’ll just hang out in the bedroom and hope I can drown them out.

I’m almost out of the room when there’s movement behind me. My steps falter, but not as much as the moment my brother’s deep voice booms through the air.

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