Page 72 of Naughty & Nice
“Yeah,” I muse, taking off toward where Noelle is already crashing around in the kitchen. “What are we making?”
“Waffles,” she says with a wide smile.
“Okay, great. Where do you want me?”
She grins at me, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s really thinking about.
My eyes drop down her body again, taking in every one of her curves in her leggings and loose t-shirt. Our innocent little Noelle knows exactly what she’s doing… she’s braless beneath that shirt.
“Oh yeah, I like where your dirty mind just went, Rebel. They do say that it’s the quiet ones you should be wary of.” I close the space between us, making her suck in a sharp breath. “And you’re one of those, aren’t you? Well, unless you’ve got my brother between your thighs. Then you’re not very quiet at all.”
“You didn’t do any of this, did you?” Hendrix asks a while later when I lower a massive plate of waffles to the middle of the table. Noelle follows me with a plate of bacon and sausage, and a bowl of fruit salad.
“I helped,” I scoff.
“That’s true, he did. You can see his first attempt in the trash.”
I let out a frustrated huff as I remember why I don’t cook.
It’s not that I just choose not to, I can’t, and it fucking irks me that I’m bad at something. “They weren’t that bad,” I mutter.
“I’ve seen less burned charcoal,” Noelle points out, making Hendrix laugh.
Asshole.
“That’s cool, laugh it up. Just remember that I’m better at a whole host of things that Hendrix hasn’t even attempted yet.”
“Low blow,” Rix mutters as he helps himself to two waffles before piling bacon on top and drizzling the whole lot with syrup.
“True though. Elle, when you want to experience what a real man can do, you come let me know.”
She shakes her head, laughing it off as she takes the seat beside Rix and places a kiss on his cheek. She can deny it all she likes; I saw those dirty thoughts in her head in the kitchen.
“So, how’s the book? Anything happened that we need to know about?” I ask Rix, loving the way his cheeks heat.
“Yep, they killed the other guy,” he says without missing a beat.
Noelle snorts, aware that losing a lover isn’t a story arc in the book we’re now all reading or listening to.
“With pleasure, you mean. I’m assuming he went all the way with the other guy’s woman. I didn’t get that far.”
“You should continue listening. I’d hate to ruin it for you.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
Anticipation crackles between us.
We’re all thinking the same things, or at least I think we are.
The question is, are we going to do anything about those thoughts, or are we going to spend the next few days skirting around the idea before returning to Trinity and forgetting all about it?
Sure seems a shame to do that and not make the most of this opportunity. We may never get it again. We all live very different lives, and despite sharing a house, I’m hardly ever there. It’s not like we’d be starting anything serious.
I’m more than aware that Noelle belongs to Hendrix. She always has and always will. Doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate how hot she is.
I’ll never try and steal her away. They belong together. And I… I belong to being wild and carefree, just as my name suggests.
My fate was written for me when our parents decided to make me the wild one, and I’m okay with that.