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My heart somersaults and my first thought is whether Wilder told him about my book and what he read yesterday morning.

“O-okay,” I stutter, following Hendrix’s line of sight toward his smirking brother.

If I ever needed a reminder that these two can communicate with only their eyes, then this is it.

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HENDRIX

As much as I might hate Wilder for what he did, I also trust him.

Hell, I trust him with my life, which means I trust him with Noelle.

Possibly a little too much.

Ducking down, I let my lips brush against her ear as I whisper, “You’re dirty.”

She gasps, not expecting my words.

“I think it’s time we clean you up.”

Taking her hand, I drag her behind me as I march through the cabin.

“I’ll finish this on my own then,” Wilder sulks behind us.

“I would suggest you attempt to make breakfast, but we’d actually like something edible.”

“I’m not that useless.”

“We didn’t buy Ramen noodles,” Noelle teases, more than aware that it’s pretty much the only thing Wilder can make for himself.

He’s done remarkably well to avoid learning, considering all three of us have basically brought ourselves up.

“I can do more than noodles,” he mutters. “I can make toast, too.”

“We’ll deal with breakfast after…”

I pull us into the bathroom and push her up against the door the second we’re inside.

“After what?” she manages to ask before I claim her lips.

We might have gone a lifetime without kissing, but that’s over now, and I want to do it any and every chance we get.

Her hands land on my waist before sliding under my shirt. My skin erupts with goosebumps, and the shudder of desire that follows goes right down to my toes.

Hitching her leg up around my waist, I press the length of my body against hers, gently grinding against her.

Images of last night fill my head as my cock gets impossibly hard.

I want to experience that all over again.

“Hendrix,” Noelle moans when I drag my lips away from hers and kiss down her throat.

“Never going to get bored of hearing that,” I confess. “How are you feeling?”

“Wilder forced me to work out,” she sulks, making me chuckle.

“I’ll hurt him for that later, but I meant after last night.”

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