Page 70 of Naughty & Nice
Honestly, I can’t see anything, but the way her cheeks have reddened by the time I get back to her face makes me wonder if she’s aware.
She tightens the fabric around herself before dropping her eyes and moving toward the bedroom.
“Are you done in here?” I ask.
“Yep, all yours.”
“Thanks. Not sure I’ll have as much fun as you did, though.” I’m about to close the door when a thought hits me. “Elle?”
“Yeah?” she says looking back over her shoulder.
“When you’re done, can you help me make breakfast? Hendrix is… busy.”
We both look in the direction of the living room and find Hendrix standing at the windows, gazing out at the blizzard beyond.
“He looks swamped,” Noelle jokes.
“You’ve no idea where his head is at right now. I’ll be ten minutes,” I promise before closing the door behind me and instantly shoving my shorts down my thighs.
My semi bobs free, and I stare down at it with a sigh.
“I’m doing my best here; don’t taunt me,” I muse before laughing at myself and stepping into the shower.
I get blasted with ice-cold water for a few seconds, but it does very little to wash away my lingering desire, or the images the audiobook helped to draw in my head.
I’ve messed around with group sex before. I’ve tag-teamed girls with friends, and I’ve had multiple girls at once—good times. But they’ve always purely been about fun and pleasure. And alcohol. There was a lot of alcohol.
If something were to happen here, it would be so much more than those previous times.
It would be something that would have the power to build or break relationships that have lasted a lifetime.
My heart rate picks up as the weight of the seed I’m planting really takes hold.
I mean, sure, it might be that I plant and water this seed as much as I want, but it never goes anywhere.
Hendrix has been in love with Noelle his entire life. Why should he even consider sharing her with me? So what if we’veshared everything our entire lives? Maybe this is where we part ways. Take different paths…
But then I think of his statement earlier…
“If there’s going to be any nakedness, I need to be involved.”
Needing to put a stop to my overthinking, I tip my face to the water and wrap my hand around my shaft.
If I take the edge off, it’ll make everything easier,I lie to myself.
Images of Noelle pinned between me and Hendrix fill my mind, and I allow myself the freedom to take it wherever I want until I’m spilling my seed into the shower tray.
After cleaning up, I dry myself off, wrap a towel around my waist, and head out.
Hendrix is standing in the exact same place as he was earlier when I return. He’s so lost in the story, he doesn’t even hear me approach.
With a silent chuckle, I pull my bag from behind the couch and rummage through for a clean pair of boxers.
Movement behind me lets me know that Noelle is approaching, and I act before she can slip into the kitchen.
Standing to my full height, I drop my towel.
It pools at my feet for a beat before she sucks in a sharp breath.