Page 96 of Naughty & Nice

“Come on,” he says, suddenly releasing me. He takes my hand again and tugs me into the bedroom.

The living room is in silence, and concern for Wilder floods through me.

Is he regretting what just happened? Is he worried about the fallout?

I almost laugh at myself when I realize what I’m doing. Wilder doesn’t worry about things that have happened. Hell, he barely spares a thought for things that are yet to happen.

The bedroom is in darkness, and Hendrix leaves me at the end of the bed while he lights some candles.

It’s romantic, or at least it should be.

When he turns back around after lighting the final candle, his brows furrow when he finds me chewing on my nail.

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to pull my hand free. “Are you okay?”

“Rix,” I breathe.

“Shit,” he curses, ripping his eyes from mine in favor of staring down at his feet. “You’re regretting it, aren’t you?”

“What?” I gasp, shocked by his words. “N-No, I’m not regretting anything. I’m… I’m worrying about you and what happened and?—”

He cuts me off with his lips.

“Stop,” he murmurs into our kiss.

Unhooking the towel from under my arms, he lets it drop to the floor before leading me to the bed.

We’re still wet, but I’m also cold, so I don’t argue when he holds the sheets back and encourages me to slip in.

He follows me not a second later after losing his own towel.

Sliding his body right against mine, he wraps his arm around my back and holds me as close as possible.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, kissing the tip of my nose.

I shake my head. “I haven’t done anything.”

He laughs. “Oh, you’ve done plenty, Miss Bell.”

My cheeks blaze red hot.

“Oh my god,” I breathe before tucking my face into Hendrix’s chest. “I can’t believe we did that. I blame the vodka.”

He chuckles, sliding his hand up and down my back supportively.

“There doesn’t need to be any blame, Elle. We did it because we wanted to. Because it was hot.”

“It was really hot,” I confess against his chest.

“Exactly. We’re all consenting adults. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I know. I do know that. It’s just…” I let out a sigh and pull my head out of its hiding place.

“It’s just what, baby?” Rix asks softly.

“We’ve only just started. Don’t you think that going from nothing to threeways with your brother in the blink of an eye is a bit much?”

He smirks.

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