Page 9 of Naughty & Nice

“Just get in the back and relax. You’ve had plenty of opportunity to touch Noelle up so far; it’s not my fault you haven’t made the best of it.”

My chin drops as I glare daggers at him.

“You fucking touch her and I’ll—” My words are cut off when he throws his head back and barks out a laugh.

“You’ll what? Fight me?” My lips open and close, but no words escape. “Just get in the back, Rix, and stop being such a pussy. If anyone’s getting any action up here, it’ll be her sucking my?—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Noelle warns before I get a chance.

His suggestion alone makes my blood boil.

“You two are so fucking uptight. You know, getting laid once in a while would do good things for both of you.”

Choosing to ignore my jerk of a brother and his bullshit opinions about our lives, I rip the back door open and drop onto the seat.

“Go on then,” I mutter once I’m settled.

“I need a snack first. Noelle, can you grab the cookies?”

“I’m not your slave,” Noelle hisses.

“No, you’re my passenger princess, and you have duties to your prince.”

“Give me strength,” I mutter as Noelle digs into the bag.

“Thank you,” he says smugly as she shoves the bag with the rest of his snacks to the floor.

“Can we go now?” I ask tersely.

“Of course, little brother. Boring log cabin in the middle of nowhere, here we come.”

“Holy shit,” Noelle squeals when Wilder floors the gas and we fly out onto the road. Thankfully, we don’t hit anything. Or not yet at least.

“We’d like to arrive on our boring vacation in one piece,” I point out.

“Hey,” Noelle argues, “our vacation isn’t going to be boring. It’s relaxing.”

“Same fucking thing,” Wilder mutters.

We both ignore him, and Noelle turns the music up loudly enough to drown out his complaining.

The sound of the latest Taylor Swift song fills the car, and I can’t help but smirk. This really is Wilder’s version of hell.

Oh well, it was his bright idea to jump into the back of the car with us.

The next three hours of the journey seem to take longer than all the others.

Thankfully, at no point does Wilder even attempt to follow through with his plan of getting Noelle to suck on anything. Well, nothing more than some of the candy that was in his massive snack bag.

Even him suggesting she suck on that sent a shot of jealousy burning through me.

Noelle is… Noelle is my best friend. Always has been, always will be. But also… I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with her since long before I knew what the word meant.

She’s everything. Literally my perfect woman wrapped up in one tiny, hot package.

As much as I love that she is. I also hate it.

If I ever did anything to ruin our relationship, I would never, ever forgive myself.