Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

My skin feels too tight and my heart is racing as I stare at the two of them together.

They’ve stopped dancing. But it doesn’t matter. He’s still touching her.

Anger bubbles up within me. But it’s not enough to make me do anything, to force me to make him stop holding her. Because there is something else there, too. And he knows it.

Over Noelle’s shoulder, his eyes hold mine.

Daring me. Taunting me. Challenging me.

He knows that my natural instinct is to protect her.

Hell, to protect myself, too.

The road we’re going down here is risky and dangerous.

But I’m not sure I’m strong enough to try and stop it.

And even if I was, do I want to?

The song changes, and the second the beat drops on the new one, Wilder begins moving.

He rolls his hips, grinding himself against Noelle’s ass, and my fists curl in my lap.

His smirk grows, the twinkle in his eyes getting brighter.

He lives for this shit. Always has, and always will.

I, however, have always run in the opposite direction from anything even remotely risky.

I’m the safe and dependable twin, and some days, I’m okay with that. Being the boring one. But more often than not, I crave a little of what Wilder has. I wish I could let go of everything that holds me back and just… have fun.

“Dance with me, Elle,” he growls in her ear when she’s slow to join him.

Her eyes hold mine, concern dancing in them.

She’s waiting for me to freak out. She’ll be able to read on my expression that I’m close to the edge.

But I’m not.

I’m not going to do what either of them expects of me.

Just for one night, I don’t want to be the boring one.

Just one night.

So instead of jumping up and ripping her from his hold, I sit back and force my body to relax.

I uncurl my fists and spread my legs as I suck in a deep, calming breath.

“Do as you’re told, Elle,” I demand making her lips pop open.

Pride for myself warms my stomach.

I can do this.

I can embrace my inner Wilder and live recklessly for once.

It takes her a second, but hesitantly, she starts to move.

I watch them, my eyes jumping from Wilder’s hands on her hips to her face.

She hasn’t taken her gaze off me once.

He might be the one touching her right now, but I’m very much the one in control.

I feel more powerful than I have in my entire life.

With my eyes still on them, I blindly reach for the bottle of vodka. Ignoring the glass before me, I twist the top off and take a shot.

If you can’t beat them, join them, right?

It burns down my throat before warming my stomach and sending a little extra confidence through my veins.

“Are you just going to watch us?” Wilder taunts. “Or are you going to man up and join us?”

The need to take the easy route burns through it. It’s what I’d always do.

But that was then; this is now.

Sitting forward, I rest my elbows on my knees.

“Is that what you want, Noelle?” I ask, focusing on her desire-filled, glassy eyes.

She bites down on her bottom lip. It’s the simplest of reactions, but it hits me right in the dick.

The image of her on her knees in the bathroom for me earlier hits me out of nowhere, and my temperature spikes.

“Yes,” she breathes. Her voice is barely loud enough to be heard over the music blaring from Wilder’s cell, but I don’t need to hear it; I see the answer.

Pushing to my feet, I saunter over. The second we’re in reaching distance, she holds her hands out for me.

Without overthinking it, I twist my fingers with hers and lift her arms over my shoulders as I step into her body.

Taking her face in my hands, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her as if we were alone.

Wilder’s attention burns, but I push it aside.

Fuck him.

He’s the one who takes exactly what he wants. For the briefest moment, I wonder how it must feel with the shoe on the other foot, but then I remember that I’m not caring about anyone but what Noelle and I want for once, and I push it aside.

Together the three of us move to the music, and eventually, I release her lips, resting my brow against hers instead as we try to catch our breath.

The vodka makes my head swim a little, and I can only imagine that she’s feeling it too.

“You okay?” I mouth.

A lazy smile appears on her swollen lips.

“More than okay,” she confesses, continuing to dance between us. “How could I not be while pinned between two hot twins?”

“Hot, huh?” Wilder asks.

“Oh, pipe down,” Noelle laughs. “Your ego already knows how hot you are.”

“Maybe so. It’s still nice to hear it from the woman who’s rubbing her ass against my cock, though.”

I still, his words hitting me harder than I expected.

Noelle’s eyes bounce between mine, probably waiting for me to freak out.

I’m not going to, though. Instead, I take the other road, shocking the shit out of both of them.

“Is he as hard as I am?”

Noelle gasps while Wilder’s face beams with pride.

Weird thing for him to be proud of me for, but I’ll take it.

Pressing myself harder against her stomach, I wait for her response—not that I need it. Call it twin intuition or whatever.

“Yes,” she finally breathes.

Fuck.

This is crazy. Crazier than anything I’ve ever done before.

Noelle pushes up on her toes and whispers in my ear.

“Stop overthinking. Just enjoy.”

Her hands slip to my ass and she squeezes.

“Y-yeah, I am,” I promise, letting myself be taken away by the beat of the music.

I’ve never really danced before. Sure, Noelle and I have messed about over the years. But we’ve never danced. Not like this.

My lips find hers again, and we make out like no one is watching, despite the fact someone is very closely observing our every move.

Suddenly, Noelle’s lips are ripped from mine as a loud moan spills from her lips.

I glance down and instantly discover why. Wilder’s hands are cupping her breasts.

My heart jumps into my throat as my fight or flight kicks in.

Rip them off; rip them fucking off, one voice screams. All the while, I have another voice demanding I let it go. To roll with the punches and see where it leads us.

It’s a hard battle, but one I insist on fighting because I know it’ll be worth it.

All the air rushes out of my lungs as I stare down at his big, calloused hands against her tiny, soft body.

It’s wrong, but at the same time… it’s so right.

“Pinch her nipples,” I rasp, unable to believe I’m saying the words. “She likes that,” I add as his hands move.

“Oh god,” she moans, her head falling back against Wilder’s shoulder, her eyes closing as she focuses on the sensation.

She’s still wearing my hoodie, but I know for a fact that she’s only got a thin tank beneath it.

“Kiss her neck,” I demand, allowing myself to throw caution to the wind now we’ve started.

Wilder’s eyes hold mine firmly before doing anything.

We’ve touched on this enough over the last couple of days for him to know that I’m intrigued. But I’m not sure he thought I would be brave enough to act on it.

Noelle is mine. She’s always been mine. But…

Watching the way her face morphs as he touches her. Knowing that she’s enjoying it…

Fuck.

It’s a head fuck that I think I’m okay getting on board with.

With his eyes still locked on mine, he leans forward.

If it’s possible, my heart rate picks up even more and I swear to god, it stops entirely the beat before his lips brush her skin.

She whimpers as he kisses her, and a potent shot of desire goes through me.

Holy shit.

Ignoring Wilder, I focus on Noelle.

Her eyes are wide open now. Wide and full of undiluted desire, but there’s also fear there.

“It’s okay,” I assure her quietly. “Enjoy it.”

She continues to stare at me with hesitation in her dark green eyes.

Needing to prove that I mean what I’m saying, one of my hands wraps around her waist, a few inches from where Wilder is still pinning her in place against him, and I cup her jaw, the opposite side to where Wilder is kissing her.

Leaning forward, I rest my brow against hers.

“You want to stop, we stop,” I promise her.

She nods. The movement is so slight that I probably wouldn’t notice if I weren’t touching her.

“I love you,” she breathes.

My heart swells just like it has every time she’s said it since we embarked on this thing.

Fuck. It’s only been a day.

How is that even possible?

Sure, we might have only been intimate since yesterday, but we’ve been together for our entire lives, we just hadn’t realized it.

“Oh,” she gasps, her breath rushing out of her, and when I look over, I find Wilder sucking a hickey into her neck.

A wave of possessiveness rushes through me. Closing the couple of inches between us, I crash our lips together.

She kisses me with even more desperation than she did earlier.

Her tongue tangles with me, her body silently begging for more.

It terrifies me.

Wilder is more than likely in his element right now. He does this kind of thing every weekend. He knows exactly what to do, where to touch, and how to make her feel good.

I’m still learning.

Dragging my lips from hers, I kiss down the other side of her throat, my hand sliding up to her breast, squeezing and pinching the way I know she likes.

The fabric of her hoodie bumps against my hand, and when I look down, I find Wilder’s fingers wrapped around it.

Releasing my hold on her, I allow him to drag it off, leaving her standing in only her thin tank and tiny shorts.

Her nipples are peaked and obvious behind the fabric. The sight of them makes my mouth water.

“That’s better,” Wilder muses. “What do you think, Rix?”

“Hot,” I muse, letting my eyes trace down the lines of her body. “Really fucking hot.”

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” Wilder’s fingers thread into Noelle’s hair and he gently tugs her head back, twisting her exactly as he wants her.

He stares at her, his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips.

He wants to kiss her.

I stand there with my chest heaving, waiting…

He leans in, going in for the kiss, but right before their lips touch, she tenses and blurts, “I’m hungry.”

A laugh erupts from my throat as I watch Wilder’s face fall and Noelle step back.

“Uh… yeah,” Wilder muses, rubbing at his scruff-covered jaw. “Good idea. That’s totally what I was thinking too.”

“Sure you were,” I laugh, reaching for Noelle’s hand and tugging her into my side. “What are you thinking?” I ask, my eyes bouncing between her glassy ones.

She’s buzzed, that’s more than obvious. It’s probably for the best we eat before this gets out of hand.

Together we navigate our way through the almost darkness into the kitchen.

She pulls the refrigerator open, but unlike normal, the light doesn’t come on.

Stepping up behind her, I shine my flashlight into the dark space to illuminate our options. They’re pretty limited considering we only have a fire to cook on right now.

“Cheese. We need cheese.”