Page 59 of Naughty & Nice

The rest of this trip will be hellish if they’re going to be fucking every few minutes.

After making use of the bathroom, I strip down to my boxers and attempt to get comfy on the couch. The cushions are lumpyand the blanket is scratchy, but it’s all I’ve got. If I didn’t think it would earn me another punch to the face, I might mention joining them in an actual bed, but I could do without the pain.

Hendrix is still crashing about in the kitchen, tidying up the mess I probably should have dealt with while they were fucking.

I’m busy scrolling through the bullshit on my feed when he appears.

“Bet you wish you were in Austin, huh?” he asks.

“You have no idea,” I mutter, although honestly, I’d much rather spend the holidays with those I love than getting fucked up with the team. I’m just not going to admit that out loud.

“Christmas Eve tomorrow.”

“Fantastic,” I deadpan. “More cheesy movies.”

“We can watchDie Hard.”

“Die Hardisn’t a Christmas movie,” I mutter, knowing that it’s going to start an argument.

“Die Hardis a?—”

I glance at him, and it cuts off the rant he’s about to embark on.

“We’ll deal with that tomorrow,” he says before walking toward the bedroom. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“When it’s just the two of you up in the morning, don’t fucking touch her.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Bro. Not unless you’re watching.”

All the air rushes from his lungs, but he doesn’t respond. At least not until he’s at the bedroom door and bids me goodnight.

The cabin falls quiet. Only the sound of the smoldering fire can be heard.

I guess some would describe it as peaceful. To me, it’s hell.

It was never peaceful where we grew up, and if things did go quiet, it was a warning for what was about to come.

Silence puts me on edge. It always has, and it probably always will.

Picking my cell back up, I turn the volume down and put some music on—anything to fill the silence. If I don’t, it’ll allow space for my thoughts, and those really aren’t necessary.

The less I think about Hendrix crawling into bed with Noelle and wrapping her up in his arms on the other side of the wall, the better. I don’t need to think about what it felt like for him when he pushed inside her for the first time, or the way she tasted on my fingers this morning.

Has he eaten her out yet? He’d fucking love that.

Her too, of course, assuming he figured out what to do.

Maybe I’ll have to teach him…

My dick twitches at the thought of spreading her legs and feasting on her pussy, of getting her taste from the source, not second-hand from my fingers.

Fuck. No.

He needs to be doing it.

I could watch, though. Make sure he does it right.

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