Page 162 of Naughty & Nice

Noelle smiles. “I do. But this affects you as well. If you don’t agree, then—” I take a step forward and wrap my arms around her waist, ducking my head low so my lips brush hers.

“I agree. Nothing about our lives has been normal; why start now?”

Her breath catches when I roughly tug on her hair, pulling her head back exactly where I want it so I can crash my lips on hers.

I kiss her passionately, knowing that Wilder is watching, knowing that he wants her too.

“Go and get dressed,” I demand once I release her.

“Why?” she breathes.

“We’re going for breakfast. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“U-uh… okay.”

She takes a step back, ready to do as she’s told, but Wilder calls her name, making her pause.

“Come here,” he demands, and like the good girl she is, she walks straight over to him.

Spreading his thighs wider, she steps between them with ease.

His hands land on her thighs, and he slowly slides them up, taking my hoodie with him at the same time until he’s revealed her bare ass.

Damn, it’s fine.

“You like that, Bro?” Wilder asks, aware that I’m watching.

“You know I do.”

“Me too,” he agrees before spanking one of her ass cheeks and making her squeal as his handprint blooms on her pale skin.

“Make sure you eat plenty, little rebel. Hendrix and I have plans for you later.”

“Oh god,” she breathes as her knees buckle. If Wilder weren’t holding her, I’m pretty sure she would have stacked it.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Both of us at the same time.”

Her lips are parted and her chest is heaving as she nods.

“Dirty girl,” he muses before moving one hand from her ass.

He kicks her legs apart and drags his fingers through her folds.

“Wilder,” she gasps.

“She’s so fucking wet for us, Bro,” Wilder informs me before lifting his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Damn, I’ve missed you, Rebel.”

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NOELLE

Isquirm in my seat, desperate to get home and find out exactly what Hendrix and Wilder have planned for me.

This whole thing is insane. I get that. But also, it feels so right.

Hendrix hasn’t totally forgiven Wilder for the things he said the other day; I can see that clearly every time he looks at his brother.

I haven’t either, but I’m softening fast.

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