Page 74 of Naughty & Nice

“Less boring?” Wilder asks with a smirk.

“Call us boring all you like, at least if the power goes, we’ll have located the candles and— Fuck,” Hendrix barks as we’re suddenly plunged into darkness.

“You were saying?” Wilder teases.

It’s dark.

Really fucking dark.

We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no light pollution, and with the thick cloud covering and heavy snowfall, there isn’t even any moonlight to help.

“This is your fault,” Hendrix snaps, making me roll my eyes. I’ve lived through years of their sibling bickering; I really should be used to it by now.

“How could this possibly be my fault? I didn’t go and blow the board out.”

“If you weren’t banging on about us being boring, then we might have had a chance to find the fucking candles already.”

“Well, you are boring. Listen to you.”

“Okay, as fun as this is...” I say, hesitantly putting my book down. When the lights come back on, I’m going to be pissed if I’ve lost my page. “How about we actually go and look for those candles? Put your flashlights on,” I demand.

“Oh, I do love a girl who knows what she wants,” Wilder mocks.

“If I could see you, I’d punch you,” Hendrix mutters a second before Wilder’s cell lights up the room.

“Come on then,” he taunts.

“Focus,” I say, snatching Wilder’s cell and using it to illuminate my way to the kitchen. “Do something useful and help,” I shoot over my shoulder.

Hendrix follows me and begins rooting through the cupboards in search of something that will help.

“Anything?” I ask after a few minutes.

“Nope. Wilder, get your ass in here.”

“You’ve taken my cell; I can’t see fuck all.”

“Stop being a pussy,” Hendrix snaps.

“Pussy? I’m right there,” he says, footsteps moving our way.

“Give me strength,” Hendrix mutters.

I remain quiet, trying to keep focused on my search, but I’m coming up empty.

We can’t spend the next… however long with only cell phone flashlights to guide us.

There has to be something.

Wilder’s cell buzzes in my hand, and I glance down to see a message from someone calledblonde with no panties.

Fucking Wilder.

“What was that groan?” Hendrix asks, making me aware that I didn’t keep my reaction internal.

“Wilder’s in the middle of a booty call,” I explain. “Classy one, because he doesn’t know her name.”

“What’s new there?”

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