Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

Something changes in Hendrix’s expression. His eyes darken and pure determination flashes across his face.

I was expecting to see nothing but anger and betrayal.

Both of them are there, sure. But they’re not the overriding emotions. Something else is, and it makes my stomach twist and my chest contract.

“Rix, what are you—” My words are cut off as he lurches toward me.

His hands grip the sides of my face and his lips slam down on mine.

Holy shit.

I’m so shocked, I’m frozen in place as he kisses me.

I’ve dreamed about this over and over, tried to imagine what it might feel like, but I never thought it would be like this.

His tongue drags across my bottom lip and I’m powerless but to fall into it with him.

My lips part, granting him the permission he’s seeking, and the second our tongues collide, my body sags against his.

Releasing one side of my face, his hand drops. It starts innocently on my back before it slides lower. My entire body erupts with tingles as he drops it to my ass, squeezing gently and pressing me harder against him.

Oh my god.

Hendrix is kissing me.

My tongue is twisting with my best friend’s.

And…

And he is hard as hell between us.

He should be hating me. I just confessed to being with his twin brother. And yet…

“Rix,” I groan when he drags his lips from mine and kisses along my jaw toward my throat.

My fingers twist in his still damp and cold shirt, and I remember why we were in here in the first place.

Pushing the fabric up, I try to force him to take it off. I’m too short to do it all myself. The second he takes over, I start on his sweats, unaware of what I’m really doing and how it looks. That is, until I’ve pushed the fabric over his hips and he takes a step back.

My eyes drop and⁠—

Oh my god.

I’ve seen Rix in his underwear a million times over the years, but I have never seen Rix in his underwear like this…

His hair is wild as it dries, his cheeks still red from the cold. His body is exactly how I know it to be, but the way his boxers are bulging…

Holy hell, my best friend is packing something I was not expecting. Hoping for, sure, but not expecting.

Time stands still as we stare at each other, me fully covered in one of his massive hoodies, and him on the verge of baring all.

We’ve hit a crossroads.

He might have been the one to finally take the leap we’ve both been too scared of making, but now it’s on both of us.

We have a choice to make.

Stick or twist.

I know what I want.

Reaching for the bottom of his hoodie, I peel it up my body before throwing it to the floor. My skin prickles with awareness. I may not have bared as much to him, but it’s enough for now.

I take a step closer to him and turn so my back is to the bed. As predicted, he follows, his eyes locked on mine.

‘Noelle,’ he mouths silently.

A small smile pulls at my lips as I lower myself onto the bed and crawl back until I’m right in the middle, resting back on my palms.

Lifting my chin, I wordlessly tell him that I’m his, if he wants me, and wait.

My heart is like a runaway train in my chest, and it only gets worse when Rix runs his eyes down my body as if I’m lying here naked.

“Rix?” I whisper, my patience running out.

He swallows, his hand coming up so he can drag his fingers through his hair.

“I hate that⁠—”

“I’m sorry,” I breathe.

“No, let me finish.” My fingers twist in the sheets beneath me as I wait for him to find his words. “I hate that he was the one to push me into this, but also…” He reaches out and wraps his hand around my ankle, dragging me down the bed so I’ve no choice but to fall onto my back. He crawls over me, the heat of his skin burning into me as his eyes bore into mine. “I’ll probably be forever grateful for him forcing me into action.”

“Hend—” He cuts me off with his lips, kissing me as thoroughly and as deeply as he did before, only this time, the weight of his body presses me into the mattress.

I love it, and it also makes me realize⁠—

“He never kissed me,” I blurt, pressing my hand to the center of his chest, forcing him to lift up a little.

His eyes bounce between mine as he registers what I just said.

“That’s because you’re mine.”

Any response I might have is stolen by his kisses.

I’m aware of time moving on as we make out like teenagers, but I don’t care about anything other than this moment.

Our hands are everywhere as we learn each other in a whole new way, but neither of us makes a move to push it any further.

I might have been waiting for this for a long time, but I don’t want to rush it.

Rix rolls onto his back, taking me with him and settling me over his waist.

The thickness of his erection presses against me, making me gasp.

My eyes pop open and I instantly find his dark blue orbs staring back at me.

Desire unfurls through my body, making everything south of my waist clench.

Needing more, I risk rolling my hips.

“Oh shit,” I breathe at the same time he grunts, “Fuck.”

Sitting up straight, I do it again, loving the way his jaw pops as his teeth grind.

“Rix,” I moan when I do it again.

I’m never going to need my little vibrator again.

“Keep going,” he encourages. “Use me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I confess, my hips picking up speed.

Every muscle in his body is pulled tight as I rock over him.

It’s so innocent compared to what we could be doing, but also, it’s perfect.

“You’re hot,” he counters. “Jesus. Just look at you.” His eyes drop to my chest. My nipples are hard, pressing against the soft fabric of my tank. My breasts are heavy, craving his touch, but I don’t do anything about it. There will be time for that, I hope.

This is only the beginning.

Wilder’s promise rings so loudly in my ear that I still.

“What’s wrong?” Hendrix asks, his grip on my hips tightening with concern.

His eyes hold mine, begging me to share.

Shame burns me up inside.

I know the outcome has been more pleasurable than I was expecting, but I’m aware that it could switch at any point.

I betrayed him that night at the party, and I betrayed him this morning out on the swing.

“Noelle,” he warns.

I desperately want to grip onto what we’ve found here and never let go. But I can’t. This little bit of heaven is already slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

“It wasn’t just the Halloween party.”

He stills at my confession. In fact, I’m pretty sure he actually stops breathing.

Dropping my gaze, I focus on his abs.

“This morning. On the swing.”

Hendrix sucks in a deep breath as those words settle around us.

“I see. And are you planning on doing it again?”

A bitter laugh tumbles from my throat.

“Nothing about this has been planned, Rix.”

“So you don’t want this?” he asks, hurt clear in his voice.

My eyes jump to his.

“This?” I ask, gesturing between us. “Yes, I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”

His face drops, hurt darkening his eyes.

“Then why him first?”

I let out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t go out looking for him or for anyone that night. He wasn’t looking for me either; we both had masks on. It wasn’t until he followed me to the bathroom and pulled his mask off that I discovered his identity.”

“You could have stopped.”

And isn’t that the crux of the issue?

“Yeah, I could. I should have. But… I can give you all the excuses about being drunk and swept away by it all. But the truth is I could have stopped and I didn’t.”

“You knew I’d find out and it would hurt.”

“Yeah,” I agree because I can’t do anything else. “But maybe there was a part of me that thought it might help.” My confession is quiet, almost inaudible, but he hears it. “And it has.”

“That’s a dirty, risky play.”

“I never said it was rational,” I argue.

Dropping over him, I plant a hand on either side of his head and brush my lips over his.

Butterflies flutter in my stomach.

I’m kissing Hendrix Kemp. Finally.

“Noelle,” he warns, although there’s no strength behind it as his hands slide to my ass, forcing me to begin grinding again.

“You feel so good,” I whisper in our kiss.

“So good,” he agrees. “Can we forget how old we are so you don’t forever tease me about coming in my pants as an adult?”

Laughter bubbles up faster than I can stop.

“Consider it forgotten. But if you want, we could just take your pants off.”

His grip on my ass tightens.

“No,” he says, shocking the hell out of me. “This is how it needs to be. For now. I’m not rushing anything with you.”

“Hendrix,” I gasp when he suddenly flips us again and takes control.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I twist my fingers in his hair and hold him to me as tightly as I can, not that I think for a second he’s going anywhere.

Our kiss is filthy and all-consuming. His hands alternate between my thighs, holding my hips, and sliding up my sides toward my breasts. But despite now knowing that he might be a bit of a boob man, he doesn’t indulge.

“Please,” I moan, my back arching as he thrusts against me, building me higher and higher. He watches me with fire burning in his eyes. Knowing I’m causing it makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

It’s a heady feeling that I never want to lose.

Releasing him, I take the bull by the horns and drag my tank down, exposing myself to him.

His eyes drop immediately and his lips part.

Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I tug him down.

“Please,” I whimper again. “Let me feel you.”

He hesitates, but not for very long.

Leaning forward, his lips surround one of my nipples before he sucks and flicks the tip with his tongue.

“Oh shit, yes,” I cry, probably a little too loudly seeing as we’re in a tiny cabin with his twin brother somewhere in the vicinity.

The thought of him listening to us does weird things to my insides. And the second I consider the possibility of him watching, I explode.

Pleasure shoots from my core and doesn’t end until every single one of my nerve endings are tingling.

“Hendrix,” I cry as my body takes on a life of its own, twitching and convulsing beneath him.

“Fuck, Noelle. Fuck. Fuck,” he grunts before his face falls lax as his release claims him.

And fuck, is it a sight to behold.

I watch him, utterly mesmerized as he rides the waves of pleasure.

“Christ. Why haven’t we always been doing this?” he asks before surging toward my lips again, only we don’t get to lose ourselves in this one because there’s a noise at the other side of the room.

Rix twists around as I look over, and we both still simultaneously.

“What the fuck, Bro?” Hendrix barks as my hands lift to cover my bare breasts.

“Just wanted to know if either of you had seen the weather warning,” he states as if this is fucking normal.

“Does it look like we’re watching the fucking weather?”

“I dunno, something tells me it’s pretty fucking wet in here.”