Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

“Oh fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” Wilder bellows as he and Hendrix finally scale the snow mountain outside the cabin.

Laughter peels out of me as I watch them horse around.

“You fucking asshole,” Rix barks as Wilder hits him square in the face with snowballs.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, unable to do anything but watch them with a wide smile on my face.

I’m supposed to be cleaning up, but they’re too addictive.

Ice-cold air whips around me, but I’m burning up from the number of trips I’ve done to the bathroom to remove this epic snowslide. The vodka also helps.

Wilder grunts as he gets hit square in the junk.

“Prick,” he gasps, clutching at himself.

Both of them have bright red, rosy cheeks, and there are white clouds of breath surrounding them.

We grew up in California; there was no snow. But if there were, I could see this exact scene playing out with a younger set of Kemp twins. Happier Kemp twins, ones that weren’t subject to the kind of shitty childhood we all were.

We had our moments, sure, but there was never that much opportunity for playing and just being carefree kids. There was always something to worry about, always someone to look after, even if it was ourselves.

“It’s okay, Noelle can kiss it better later,” Wilder teases, shooting me a wolfish grin that hits me like a lightning bolt and goes right down to the tips of my toes.

A filthy image appears of me on my knees for them both in my mind, and another wave of heat rushes through me.

“You’re supposed to be getting logs,” I point out, hoping that my voice doesn’t betray me.

They both look at me. Hendrix studies me closely, while Wilder just smirks.

“Oh sure, you’re thinking about logs right now,” Wilder teases.

“She’s thinking about something hard,” Rix agrees. “But I don’t think it’s logs.”

“Will you both stop and just do your job? It’s cold.”

“Us do our jobs? I don’t see much action happening with you either, Miss Bell,” Rix mocks.

“I should lock the door and make you both sleep out there,” I warn.

“She wouldn’t; she loves us too much,” Wilder says confidently.

“She loves one of us. The other just tagged along for the ride,” Rix quips.

Wilder lets the comment flow over him like it’s nothing. I can’t help but wonder if it’s as easy as he makes it look.

Nothing fazes him. He has the thickest skin of everyone I know.

But is that who he really is? Or is it a coping mechanism for everything he’s been through? Is it survival more than anything else?

Shaking the morose thoughts from my head, I force out, “Just get the damn logs,” before turning my back on them in favor of finding the mop to fix the mass of puddles surrounding my feet.

“Slave driver,’” Wilder mocks, making me smile.

It takes a while, I dread to think just how much snow they need to trudge through and then move to stand a chance of getting at the logs, but eventually, Rix appears with an armful.

“Are they dry?” I ask the second he emerges from the mass of white.

It’s the one thing that could ruin this whole little log-retrieving mission. If they’re wet, then really, we’d be no better off than letting the fire go out.

Well, actually, we’d be worse off, because we’ve had the door open for fuck knows how long now, letting any warmth we did have out.

We’d be royally fucked and freezing fucking cold unless a miracle happened and the power came back on.

It could happen at any moment. Heating, hot water, the oven… they could come back at any time.

There’s a part of me that can’t wait. But weirdly, there’s another part of me that’s enjoying a step out of reality.

And after all, who knows, when the lights come back on, what the three of us experienced last night and this morning could be over.

“Amazingly, yes. They’re pretty cold though,” Hendrix says, ripping me from my thoughts.

“I’ll get them in front of the fire and hope for the best,” I say, taking them off him.

What was a roaring fire when we embarked on this little mission is now nothing more than glowing embers.

“Shit,” I hiss.

I have zero knowledge of fire making, but I do the best I can and pile up some logs on the embers, hoping they’ll catch. Then I return to the door to take another armful of logs from Wilder.

We continue until we have a wall full of stacked logs.

“You two should come in,” I say, my fingers brushing Hendrix’s frozen ones as he passes me more logs. “I think we have enough for a while.”

The snow is beginning to get heavier now, and the light is vanishing quickly. It’s time to call it a day.

“Yeah,” Rix replies, his response curt as his body begins to tremble.

“Shit, you’re freezing.”

“You’d better warm me up then,” he says, stepping into me after I’ve added his logs to our stack.

“Oh my god,” I squeal as he wraps me in ice-cold, his wet shirt soaking into mine, arms pinning me in place.

“Hmmm,” he moans. “Warm.” He tucks his frozen face into the crook of my neck, and I shiver.

“Oooh, I’m missing snuggles,” Wilder announces happily before the front door slams shut and his heavy footsteps thump over.

He abandons his logs before the length of his body presses against my back. I want to say his warm body, but it’s anything but.

“Ew, and you’re wet,” I complain as he wraps his arms around both of us, the two of them pinning me between them.

“And now I’m getting you wet,” Wilder mocks.

“You’re insufferable,” I mutter.

“You love it,” he counters.

“Take it off,” I demand.

“Your wish is my command,” Wilder says, moving back an inch so he can do as he’s told.

“Now you’re wet, you should do the same,” Rix points out, staring down at me with blazing eyes. “Then you can really warm us up.”

His hands wrap around the bottom of my sweater and he drags it up.

“No, the fire. It’s⁠—”

“Blazing, just like your body,” Wilder says as the cool air surrounds me.

Trust Hendrix to take my tank too.

My nipples pebble as I stand there between them, the soul focus of their attention.

My hands lift to cover myself, but Wilder’s fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me from hiding.

“Let him see what he owns now, little rebel,” Wilder rasps in my ear, sending heat straight between my thighs.

With his eyes locked on my chest, Rix reaches behind him and drags his wet sweater and t-shirt from his body.

My mouth runs dry at the sight of the skin he reveals as the sound of the fire coming to life crackles around us.

“Something tells me things are about to get nice and hot in here,” Wilder mocks.

“So hot,” Rix mutters absently as he shoves his pants from his hips, leaving him in his boxers.

“Aren’t they wet too?” I ask, my eyes on the tent in the fabric.

“They are. But it’s Christmas. You need to have something to unwrap.”

“Dude, that’s fucking cringe,” Wilder quips.

“If you don’t want her to do the same to you, all you’ve got to do is say.”

Wilder’s grip on my wrists tightens, and his warm breath tickles down my neck and over my chest.

“Is that what you want, Rebel? Do you want to unwrap our cocks like Christmas presents?”

Oh my god.

Is this even real right now?

A whimper rumbles in my chest. It’s all the answer Wilder needs.

“I think that was a yes.”

His lips land on the patch of skin that connects my neck to my shoulder. A shudder of desire rips through me, my skin erupting in goosebumps.

“I think she’s the one who needs unwrapping now we’ve started,” Hendrix growls, his eyes jumping between my bare tits, my mouth, and my eyes.

“Now there’s an idea. And what will we do with her once we’ve unwrapped her?”

My thighs brush together in the hope of squashing the ache between my legs the more the two of them taunt me.

“Noelle,” Hendrix rasps as he watches me.

Dropping to his knees, he reaches out and tucks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pulling both them and my panties down my legs.

Cool air rushes over my heated skin, making me even more desperate for what’s to come.

“How does she look?” Wilder asks when Rix sits back on his haunches and looks up at me.

“Perfect,” he breathes. “So fucking perfect.”

“Please,” I whimper impatiently.

I’m not sure at what point I turned into a needly little whore for these two, but I have. And I can’t control it.

Wilder pushes his foot between mine and kicks my legs wider, letting Rix see what I’m hiding between my thighs.

“What about now? Is she wet for us?”

Hendrix swallows roughly before licking his lips in preparation.

“Y-yes. So wet.”

“She tastes so good, huh? I swear, her sweetness is still on my tongue from last night.”

My chest compresses, and all the air in my lungs rushes out.

Why are they both so good at this?

Okay, sure, Wilder has had plenty of practice. But Hendrix… he’s surprised me in the best possible way.

The air crackles loudly as Hendrix’s eyes lock on mine.

There is so much love and adoration within his gaze, it makes a lump crawl up my throat.

“You want my mouth on you, baby?” he asks, his voice deep and rough.

“You know I do.”

“And what about Wilder? What do you want him to do?”

I shrug one shoulder, or at least I attempt to. Wilder’s grip is unforgiving, leaving me mostly immobile.

“Whatever he wants to do. He can watch or he can join.”

Wilder’s deep chuckle fills the room, making all my hair stand on end. “Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse.

“Naughty girl.” Along with the awe and adoration, I swear I see some pride in there too.

“Rix, suck on her tits. We’re not going anywhere near her pussy until she’s begging for it.”

Holy shit. These two are going to kill me.

But damn, what a fucking way to go.

Pushing up on his knees, Rix brings his lips within touching distance of my nipples.

His hot breath rushes over my skin and I shamelessly arch my back, thrusting my tits forward.

The second I brush his lips, a potent shot of desire rushes through me.

“Oh god.”

“Good start. But we’re going to need a lot more than that for you to get what you want, little rebel.”

With my eyes locked on Rix’s, he pokes his tongue out and flicks my peak.

My entire body jerks.

How can one simple touch cause such a powerful reaction? How can they have so much control over my body?

It’s equally as terrifying as it is thrilling.

“More?” Wilder asks.

“Yes, more. So much more.”

Rix’s eyes flash with determination before he leans forward and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Rix,” I cry, my arms jerking against their binding with my need to reach for him.

“Nope, not going to happen. You need to be a good girl and let us have our way with you.”

“Oh god.” My entire body sags with need as Rix switches to the other side.

He kisses, nips, and sucks, driving me to the brink of insanity.

I cry out, plea, and beg for more. I’m not aware of the words that spill from my lips as he builds me higher and higher.

I’m so close just from this alone. I have a feeling that the second someone touches my clit, I’m going to explode.

“Please, please. I need you,” I cry. “Please.”