Page 179 of Naughty & Nice

“That’s Benny’s sister and niece,” a familiar voice whispers in my ear.

My entire world freezes as my brain tries to catch up.

“Wilder,” I squeal, spinning around and jumping into his arms.

“Hey, little rebel. Were you waiting for me?” he asks before finding my lips and kissing me as if we’re not surrounded by people… and his big sister.

“I’m so proud of you,” I whisper as he kisses along my jaw. “You were so awesome.”

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Modest too,” Hendrix says, clapping him on the shoulder.

Wilder releases me and embraces Lori. “Thank you for coming.”

“You know we wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Are you hungry?”

The two of them share a look. We all know that Wilder is ravenous after a game.

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly, “I could eat.”

“I’ve found a place that does wings just a few blocks away. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” Wilder says, holding his hand out for Kian.

“Great game. Kieran said to tell you that you smashed it.”

Wilder preens at the praise. Kieran tried to get here for Wilder’s first game of the season, but he couldn’t make it happen. He promised to watch, though, which made Wilder’s day.

Together, the five of us head toward our cars and then the restaurant Kian has found with matching smiles on our faces.

“Come and dance with me,” Wilder slurs when he finds me hanging out with some of his teammates’ girlfriends on the couches in the living room.

The guys have been playing some kind of drinking game in the kitchen, and we decided it was something we didn’t need to witness.

The party is raging around us, but despite having been to a couple of team parties now, I still don’t feel entirely comfortable.

I’m just not a party girl. Although, I’ll do anything for my boys.

“Aw, you’re not going to deny that face, are you?” one of the girls asks with a laugh.

Wilder puts on his best puppy dog face and holds his hand out for me.

Unable to do anything but comply with his demands, I slide my palm against his.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear once I’m on my feet.

“If you’d have lost tonight, you might have received a different response,” I tease. We both know it’s a lie. I can’t deny my men anything.

He tugs me through the room, out into the hallway and then to what should be the dining room. But seeing as this is a full of college football players, it’s actually the party room with speakers permanently set up and a makeshift dance floor.

The people who are already here seem to part for us. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; Wilder is a god tonight.

“Now that’s more like it,” Wilder muses as he pulls me into his hard body. “Missed you, Rebel.”

“I haven’t been anywhere,” I point out.

“I love having you watch me play,” he confesses, his lips dropping to my neck.

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