Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

All my life I’ve battled with my emotions, with who I am, who I want to be and what’s expected of me.

But it’s never felt more confusing than it does right now.

My right hand aches from the punches I threw into Wilder’s face, but it has nothing on my heart. That is totally battered.

On one hand, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m lying on the couch with yet another cheesy Christmas movie playing and my arms around Noelle. It’s perfect. Everything I’ve always dreamed of.

We missed most of the last movie because we were too busy making out. Again, something I could only dream of before now.

I knew that kissing her would be mind blowing, but I never could have imagined just how good it would be.

Having her lips on mine, her hands on my body, lights me up in a way I never thought possible.

But that’s only the half of it. Right alongside my happiness is my anger.

It’s not so much that Wilder did what he did. Weirdly, that doesn’t bother me too much. If I’m being honest with myself, then I think I prefer that it was him than some random guy she met at a party. Wilder might be a bit of an idiot, but I trust him with Noelle in a way I wouldn’t trust anyone else in the world.

He would never hurt her, because he knows that in turn, it’ll hurt me.

But they covered it up. Were they ever going to tell me?

What if this trip had gone to plan and Wilder had gone away with his teammates? Would Noelle have confessed?

I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be where we are now.

One thing I know for a fact is Wilder was right. If it weren’t for him and what happened at that party, then we wouldn’t be here.

I close my eyes as the movie continues, vividly remembering how it felt earlier. How her body felt under my hands, how she sounded as she used me to get off.

Fuck, it was hot.

With her body pinned tightly against mine, there’s no chance of her missing what my thoughts of her do to me.

Honestly, I’ve been rocking a semi ever since she made me come. Memories of us together, her presence, the anticipation of what’s still to come has me in a constant state of horny.

Letting me know that she can feel it, Elle grinds her ass back against me.

“Noelle,” I groan quietly so that only she can hear.

Wilder might be distracted by his cell now, but I’ve seen him looking over at us, watching us.

I can’t figure out what he’s thinking as he does, though.

We haven’t spoken about it all yet, not really anyway, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s not feeling as confident with it all as he usually is.

He’s been with loads of girls. I should know; I’ve heard the sordid details about most of them. He lost his virginity when we were thirteen. At the time, I was a bit jealous. But that was nothing new. He was the popular one with all the friends, and I was just the quiet twin brother who spent all his time following Wilder around and hanging out with Noelle.

Other than the two of them, no one paid me any attention, so there was no way I’d get the chance to get down and dirty with a girl. Not that I saw anyone other than Noelle, and she wasn’t in a place back then to really see me.

But as he started spending time with more girls, he’d return with tales, that yes, sounded fun, but also exhausting. I didn’t want to be messing around with a different girl every night. I just wanted one. I still do.

“What?” she asks innocently as she does it again.

Sliding my hand from her hip, I slip it under both my hoodie she’s still wearing and her tank.

There’s a part of me that fears she’s going to stop me. Us cuddling while watching a movie might not be all that unusual; being this close and intimate certainly is.

But she doesn’t, and as my fingers hit her ribs, the breath I didn’t know I was holding rushes out of me.

I move higher, but my confidence wanes when I brush the underside of her braless breast.

Oh my god. Am I actually doing this?

My stomach flutters and my dick aches.

Sensing that I’m second-guessing myself, Noelle’s palm skims up my forearm before resting it over the back of my hand as she guides me higher.

“Fuck,” I breathe as I take the fullness of her breast in my hand. I almost come in my pants for the second time in a day.

Gently, I squeeze, and a smile pulls at my lips when a moan rumbles quietly in her throat.

She likes it.

Pushing myself up, I roll over her slightly, needing to see her reaction to my touch as well as feel it.

With my confidence growing, I pull my hand back a little and brush my thumb over her peaked nipple.

Her eyelids lower and a small gasp passes her lips.

I did that.

Pride and the need for more flood through me.

I want to hear her moaning like she was earlier.

I want to watch her lose control.

“Will you two just go to bed and let me watch this shit without getting turned on?”

I still before my eyes lift to my brother. But much to my surprise, he isn’t watching us. Instead, he’s still staring at his cell—not the shitty movie. He does have his hand inside his shorts, though. It’s not an unusual position for him to sit in, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s teasing us or…

Does he still want her?

Fuck. Of course he does. She’s Noelle. And just like he pointed out earlier, she’s hot. Not his usual type, but still hella hot. And if he does still want her, does she want him? Would she choose him?

My concern only grows when she tugs my hand from beneath her tank and rolls off the couch.

In my head, I picture her walking over to him, holding her hand out and then leading him to the bedroom, leaving me here alone.

I’m so lost in my fear of being second best that I totally miss what actually happens.

“Rix?” she asks, staring down at me with concern in her eyes.

She hasn’t gone to him.

She’s with me.

Waiting for me.

“Shit,” I hiss, my fear and anxiety giving out to a huge rush of nerves.

I have no idea what I’m doing here.

She may have got herself off on me earlier, but I didn’t exactly have any input.

She’s going to expect me to do something this time, but I have no idea how⁠—

She leans down, her lips brushing my ear as her warm breath rushes down my neck.

“It’s just me, Rix. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

I close my eyes, hating that she can see me spiraling.

I’ve been so shit at so much in my life, I can’t help that my go-to is that I’ll be shit at anything new I try.

After all this, I’d hate to be a disappointment. Especially when she already knows how skilled Wilder is.

Slipping her hand into mine, she takes another step back and attempts to pull me up.

She doesn’t stand a chance, so I help her out and get to my feet a beat before she takes off for the bedroom, our hands locked together.

I glance back just before we disappear around the corner and find Wilder watching us with a wretched expression on his face.

“Wild?” Concern for my brother forces his name to bubble up, and at the sound of my voice, he pulls himself from wherever he’d gone, his expression brightening.

“Go have fun,” he says, forcing a smile onto his lips. “I’ll be okay out here. Got my trusty right hand.” He winks, but I don’t feel the joke in his comment like I usually would.

A sharp tug on my hand brings me back to reality, and I remember why I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for him. Turning back toward Noelle, I follow her into the only bedroom in the cabin and firmly close the door behind me.

We’re not going to have any witnesses this time. If I am bad at this, at least the only other person who will know will be Noelle. I trust her completely.

“Are you okay?” Noelle asks when I don’t move any farther into the room.

I look up and relax the second our eyes collide.

“I-I’m… scared,” I confess, tugging on her arm so she has no choice but to step closer. Her heat sears my skin, making me desperate to continue what we started on the couch.

Her hand slides up my chest until she wraps it around the side of my throat.

“So am I, Rix. But I’m also excited.”

My heart thumps so hard against my ribs I’m sure it’s going to burst right out.

“Are we really doing this?”

Her head tilts to the side. “Assuming we’re thinking of the same thing, then, yeah, I think we’re really doing this. You want it, right?”

“So much,” I confess, dropping my head to hers.

“Me too,” she agrees before pushing up on her toes and brushing her lips against mine.

My heart jumps into my throat as my arms band around her, dragging her even closer into my body.

Our kiss deepens and I push from the wall, walking her backward until her legs hit the bed.

Pulling back, I gaze down into her eyes. They’re blown with desire.

Desire for me.

It’s mind blowing.

I dive for her lips again as I reach for the bottom of my hoodie. I drag it up and then discover my mistake when I need to pull back to let the fabric pass.

It’s worth it, though. So fucking worth it.

After dropping the hoodie to the floor, I slide my hands up her sides and brazenly cup her breasts.

She lets out a loud moan that spurs me on, and before I know what I’m doing, her tank has hit the floor too.

“Fuck. You’re beautiful,” I breathe before picking her up and placing her on the bed.

She rests back on her palms, baring herself to me.

It’s… everything.

Reaching back, I drag my own shirt off, shove my sweats down my legs, and kick them away before crawling onto the bed in only my boxers.

As I lean over her, her legs wrap around my waist, dragging me closer.

“You are so perfect,” I whisper before kissing her again.

I’m addicted. So fucking addicted.

“Rix,” she moans, her hands roaming over my back.

Her touch lights me up in a way I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.

Everything I’ve ever heard about being with a woman, about sex, about intimacy, pales in comparison to this. And we’ve barely even started.