Page 18 of Naughty & Nice

“He didn’t go,” Noelle explains. “The flight was canceled.”

“Oh. Is he still at college?”

“Nope,” I say, hopping up from the chair and diving between them on the couch. “He’s right here.”

Lori’s eyes widen in shock before she bursts out laughing.

“What?” I ask. “Why is me being here so funny?”

“Many, many reasons. But mostly the look on their faces.”

“He invited himself,” Hendrix explains.

“Yeah,” Lori muses, “I can see that. Not really your type of holiday, huh, Wild Child?”

“A one-bedroom cabin in the ass crack of nowhere? Totally my thing.”

Lori narrows her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. “One bedroom?”

“It was meant to be a two bed, but…” Noelle sighs. “We can’t get a hold of the company we booked it with. Their office is closed, and the emergency number just rings out, so…”

“So the three of you are stuck in a cabin with one bed,” she says.

“What was that?” a deep voice asks before her husband joins her on the screen.

“It’s fine; we’ve got it sorted,” Hendrix says in a rush, not wanting to go into it.

“What are your plans for the next few days?” Noelle asks, attempting to change the subject.

It might work on Lori and Kian, but with the heat of her body burning down the side of mine, I can’t say my mind drifts very far away from her as Lori explains their plans.

We chat for almost thirty minutes before they have to go for a dinner reservation and we cut the call.

“Well, this is cozy,” I say, throwing my arms out and pulling them both in closer.

“Don’t you have anything else to do than annoy us?” Hendrix mutters.

“Dude, look around. There is literally nothing to do here.”

“That was exactly the idea,” Noelle scoffs before attempting to get up.

The second she’s on her feet, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back down, forcing her to lie across both of us.

She wriggles in her attempt to gain control, but it’s futile.

She screams as I grab one of her feet and begin tickling her.

It’s been the same since she was a little girl. The two of us would have her fighting for breath when we launched an attack.

“Get off,” she cries, thrashing around, attempting to kick us away. “Get off.”

Unable to ignore the opportunity, Hendrix dives for her waist as her tank rides up.

My fire has worked wonders in this little cabin. I’d be tempted to say that it’s actually hotter in here than it is on whatever tropical island Lori just called us from. Not that I’m complaining, because Noelle shed her oversized hoodie a while ago, letting us both enjoy the vision of her braless in a thin tank top and short shorts. Definitely the highlight of this trip so far.

Her screams continue to ring out through the air, but they’re laced with laughter as she attempts, and fails, to fight back. She twists and turns, her face red with exertion and her limbs flailing around uselessly. The three of us are like kids again and totally lost in the immaturity of the whole thing when Noelle suddenly shrieks, “Oh fuck,” as she falls from our laps. Hendrix tries to catch her but only manages to grab her tank. She lands on her back on the floor with her tits out.

“Shit,” Hendrix barks, the first to react as he reaches down to help her. Only, reality hits her at the same time. She shiftsquickly to cover up but instead of helping Hendrix manages to grab a handful instead.

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