Page 98 of Naughty & Nice

He’s naked.

We’re both naked.

“What are you doing?” I whisper once he deems it safe to remove his hand.

“Well, I was sleeping.”

“B-but you sleep on the couch,” I counter.

“The fire went out. It got cold, fast. Rix said I could join.”

“He did, did he?” I accuse.

“I swear, he did. You were already asleep when I came in.”

“Hmmm,” I mumble, unsure as to whether I believe him or not.

“Didn’t realize just how much I lucked out until I got in and found his hot little naked body to cuddle up to.”

“Wilder,” I gasp when he drops his hand to my bare breast.

“What? Rix won’t have an issue. Remember, what happens in the dark?—”

“It’s not dark,” I point out.

“Fine. What happens at the cabin, stays at the cabin.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Maybe, but you also know that I’m right. You remember just as vividly as I do the way he watched us last night. He fucking loved it. You did too.”

“I don’t remember you complaining either.”

“Fuck no. I’d never complain about that kind of action.”

He continues teasing me, pinching my nipple and palming my breast.

“You were something else last night,” he muses.

“Not sure what got into me.”

“Well, it wasn’t either of our dicks, unfortunately.”

His words shouldn’t cause a reaction in me, but damn it, they do. Just the thought of having one of them inside me does weird things to my insides.

“O-oh, I like where your mind is going right now, little rebel.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” I argue.

“Like I said, you think loudly. Plus, I know you better than you think I do. I’m not as oblivious as my brother. I know that you’ve been looking at him with sex eyes for years.”

“I have not,” I argue, although weakly, because he’s right. As soon as I was aware of Rix in that kind of way, I wanted him.

“You have. You’ve been imagining what his dick might feel like inside you for years.”

I squeeze my eyes closed as my cheeks heat. I can’t count how many times I laid in bed over the years, many times with him right beside me, imagining what it would be like if he reached over and pulled me to him.

“Want me to prove it to you?”

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