Page 164 of Naughty & Nice

It’s… it’s wild.

Wilder reaches over and threads his fingers through mine, lifting them to his mouth and nipping my fingertips. Each bite of pain sends a bolt of pleasure straight through me.

My clit pounds, and any second, Hendrix is going to discover just how much I’m enjoying this little bit of exhibitionism we’re embarking on.

Having one of them watch me with the other is one thing, but taking it out in public… holy hell am I turned on right now.

“Wider,” Hendrix demands, his fingers dangerously close.

The situation alone already has me riding on a knife’s edge. I can only imagine what’ll happen when he touches me.

Shamelessly, I expose myself to anyone in the diner who cares to look, and not a second later, Hendrix’s fingers are right there.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, my grip on his wrist tightening, my nails digging into his skin.

“Quiet, Rebel. Unless you want everyone watching you?”

As tempting as that might be, I slam my lips closer and bite down on the inside of them as Hendrix begins rubbing circles around my clit.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.”

“She’s dripping, Bro.”

“I know. I can smell it.” Wilder can’t see, but that doesn’t stop his eyes drilling into the table as if he’s hoping it’ll become transparent. “Love watching you come, little rebel.”

“It’s a real shame she’s not going to then, isn’t it?” Hendrix mutters.

“What?” I gasp.

He leans closer, letting his lips ghost along my jaw, all the way to my ear.

“You’re not coming until we get you home, Noelle. Until we can both get our hands on you.”

His fingers slip lower and my hips lift as he pushes them inside me.

A cry almost slips from my lips just as our server returns with our check.

Oh, holy fuck.

Hendrix stills as she thanks us and wishes us a good rest of the day.

Wilder pulls his wallet out and places enough bills on the table to cover our food and the tip.

“I’m going to kill you,” I seethe, desperately trying not to ride Hendrix’s fingers.

“No, you won’t,” Wilder announces confidently. “You need us too much. Rix, clean up. We’re heading out.”

Pushing from the booth we’re seated in, Wilder makes no attempt to hide the fact he’s rearranging his boner before holding his hand out for me.

“Rix, you’re driving home. I think Noelle and I will take the backseat.”

“Fuck off,” Hendrix barks from behind us. “She’s sitting in the passenger seat.”

“I think she’d prefer my idea of laying her out and eating her all the way home.”

Every muscle south of my waist clenches with excitement.

“She’s not coming until we get back,” he says louder this time, seeing as we’ve made it to the parking lot.

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