Page 69 of Naughty & Nice
“Don’t get rid of it,” I demand.
She twists her head back to look at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
“Oh yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
Happiness dances in her eyes as she curls up on my chest. I’m hard again, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be an issue going forward, but neither of us makes a move to do anything about it. We’re too content being in each other’s arms.
We relax in the tub until the water becomes too cold and our stomachs are rumbling.
Thankfully, it doesn’t smell like anything is burning outside of the bathroom, so I can only assume that Wilder decided not to embark on cooking breakfast in our absence.
After wrapping Noelle in a warm, huge fluffy towel, I wrap another around my waist, scoop up my discarded clothes, and pad through to the bedroom, leaving her to finish up.
With clean clothes on, I go in search of my brother.
I find him laid out on the couch with his eyes closed, a pair of AirPods in, and his cell resting on his chest.
Curious, I walk over and pluck one from his ear.
His eyes pop open as I put it into my own. Instantly, a deep growly voice erupts and my brows pinch.
I was expecting music, or maybe a sports podcast. But this…
‘My mouth waters and my fists clench as I watch him spread my girl’s thighs and lean forward.’
Reaching out, I grab his cell and stare down at the screen.
“This is the book Noelle is reading,” I state, recognizing the cover immediately.
If he’s embarrassed to be caught, then he doesn’t show it.
“Do you know what it’s about?” he asks simply.
“Romance,” I say confidently.
“Yeah, but what kind of romance?” he probes, suddenly jumping to his feet, pushing the other AirPod into my ear and hitting play again as he stalks off.
‘I shouldn’t want to watch as another man goes down on my woman,’ the narrator continues to growl. ‘But right now, I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life. She’s enjoying herself, and that means everything to me.’
18
WILDER
Iwalk away from my brother with a smirk playing on my lips and desire flooding through my veins.
The walls in this place are far too thin. I know exactly what they were doing in the bathroom. His groans and her cries for more gave them away in a heartbeat.
I was once again left hard as fuck as the sounds of them enjoying each other filled my ears.
Did I really think that finding the audio version of the book that Noelle is reading was going to help? No, not for a second, but I was intrigued.
Now having listened to an hour or so, I’m even more curious.
As I leave Hendrix behind, the bathroom door opens and Noelle steps out wrapped in a towel.
I stop and make a show of checking her out.