Page 95 of Naughty & Nice

I take it all, eagerly swallowing him down.

“Fuck. Noelle. Fuck. Fuck,” Rix chants as the sound of Wilder jerking himself harder mixes with their combined heaving breaths.

I pull back from Rix just in time to watch Wilder reach his climax.

“Fuck,” he barks before stepping closer and coming over my tits.

All three of us watch in silence as it drips over my skin.

“Oh my god,” I whisper after a few seconds as the lust haze fades and reality seeps in. “Did we really just…” My words trail off because yes, I really am sitting here as naked as the day I was born, and Rix and Wilder’s dicks are both hanging free in front of me.

I stare up at both of them, terrified that I’m going to see regret, or anger, or disappointment. But I didn’t find any of it. I just find two very happy, sated faces smiling down at me.

Holy hell, I just hooked up with both of the Kemp twins. At the same time.

I really am a whore.

“Shower?” Rix asks, holding his hand out to help me up.

“U-uh,” I stutter as I climb to my feet. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”

24

NOELLE

Hendrix is silent as he leads me toward the bathroom. My anxiety spikes with every step we take.

After closing the door, cutting us off from Wilder, he releases my hand and leans into the shower, turning the water on.

I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t think about our current situation or that the room is only illuminated with candles like the rest of the cabin, but the second he pushes me under the powerful stream of water, it all comes crashing down quickly.

“It’s freezing,” I shriek, attempting to jump straight back out of it. But Hendrix doesn’t allow it. Instead, he reaches for the shower gel and squirts a generous amount into his palm.

He starts with my breasts, and I try not to think about why.

His touch feels so good, but the heat of his palms is nowhere near enough to make me forget about the ice water that’s sluicing over both of us.

He washes himself down just as quickly, and only a minute or so later, he’s killed the water and is wrapping me in a huge fluffy towel.

“Hendrix?” I whisper, achingly aware that he hasn’t said a word since we walked away from Wilder.

His eyes bounce between mine, and no sooner has he wrapped a towel around his waist than he reaches up and cups my face in his large hands.

My breath catches. There’s so much emotion in his eyes it’s impossible to decipher everything he’s feeling right now.

Closing the space between us, he rests his forehead against mine as he releases my face and wraps his arms around my body, tugging me against him.

My heart thunders and my head spins with a mixture of alcohol and anxiety.

Did we just fuck everything up by doing that?

Does he think I’m a whore?

Does he think I want Wilder more than him?

“Stop,” he whispers. “Everything you’re thinking, stop it right now.”

My brows pinch in confusion and my lips part to respond, but he doesn’t give me a chance.

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