Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance
Naughty & Nice: Chapter 31

By the time Wilder and I have finished messing around and crash back into the cabin soaked from head to toe and shivering violently, Noelle has dinner ready.

The scent of spices and tomato fills the air, making my mouth water and my stomach growl.

I didn’t realize just how much I’d missed hot food or how hungry I was, but I’m ravenous. And apparently, I’m not the only one.

“Fuck, I need that,” Wilder announces behind me before shoving me aside to run into the kitchen.

“I’ve made tac—” Noelle’s words falter at the sight of us. “You’re not eating like that.”

“W-what?” He gawps, alternating between looking at himself and the food. “I’m starving.”

“And you’ll still be starving once you’ve showered and put something warm on. You’re dripping all over the floor.”

I can’t help but snort a laugh at the expression on his face.

With a grunt of frustration, he begins tugging at his sopping clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever it takes to get food,” he announces while wrestling with his t-shirt.

“Go to the bathroom,” Noelle complains.

“Rix might eat it all.”

An astounded laugh spills from my lips.

“Just go and get dried off; I still need to dish up.”

But Wilder isn’t having any of it, and in another few seconds, his wet clothes are in a pile on the kitchen floor.

“Can I eat now, please?” he asks, shamelessly walking toward Noelle with everything hanging out.

“You’re naked,” she points out, her eyes dropping.

A twinge of jealousy pulls at my insides, but it doesn’t take hold. I know for a fact that if I were to do the same, she’d be looking at me in the same way.

“And no longer dipping all over the floor. Just one taco, then I’ll go and shower. Please. I’m wasting away here. A machine this good needs fuel, Rebel.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. “I’m going to shower,” I say, leaving them to argue this out.

I figure if I hit the bathroom first, I’ll get food faster.

“No, I’m not feeding you while you’re—argh,” Noelle squeals.

I almost turn around and rush back to see what’s happening, but I don’t. I force myself to keep moving.

Noelle’s laughter continues to fill the cabin as I step into the bathroom and close the door.

My own insecurities niggle. I don’t want to let them in, but with our return home pending, I’m replaceing it harder and harder to keep them locked up in the box I shoved them in when we embarked on this… on this… experience together.

Am I enough?

It’s a question I’ve asked myself a million times over the years, but I’ve never felt it as potently as I do now.

What if we get back and she realizes that I’m not?

Then what?

With my heart racing, I strip off and step into the shower in the hope of washing my fears down the drain.

It’s wishful thinking.

I stand there with the hot water running over my body. I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t even get to appreciate the temperature or the way it warms me up.

I have no idea how long I stand there motionless, but eventually, the door opens and then a booming voice brings me back to reality.

“Are you trying to starve me or something?” Wilder barks from the other side of the curtain.

“What the fuck, man?”

“You’re taking forever. I want to eat.”

“Get out,” I shout.

“No, you get out.”

“I’m not done,’ I argue.

“Then you’d better hurry up, because dinner is ready and I’m ravenous. Wash your teeny weeny and get out.”

I huff in irritation.

“What? It’s not like I haven’t seen it a lot recently,” he adds. “I already know how much smaller it is than mine.”

My lips purse and my teeth grind.

It’s not true. I know it’s not. And yet, it still knocks me.

What if she prefers his?

“Unless you’ve got Noelle in there sucking you off—which I know you don’t, by the way—finish the fuck up and get out.”

“Fine,” I hiss, grabbing the shower gel and flipping the lid open as if it’s offended me.

I give myself a once-over before killing the water and stepping out.

“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter under my breath when I replace my brother standing in the middle of the room buck naked.

He’s everything every guy wants to be, and every inch of what women want. There isn’t a single inch of his body that isn’t toned and defined. He looks just like the models on the front of some of Noelle’s books.

And while I might also be in good shape, I’ve got nothing on him. Not really.

“What?” he asks as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Nothing,” I hiss, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around my waist.

“Bro?” Wilder asks, not moving from his spot. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Jesus, I’m turning into a woman.

Wilder barks out a laugh, clearly not believing a word I’m saying.

“She loves you, man. You,” he states, poking me in the chest, proving that he’s not as selfish as many would believe him to be. “She doesn’t want me, not really. She wants you.”

“Wilder,” I complain, not wanting to get into this with him.

‘What? It’s true. I’m just here for the fun. Tomorrow, she won’t even remember me. All she needs is you.” The tone of his voice changes as he says those final words, and I swear I see something flicker in his eyes. But before I get a chance to decipher it, it’s gone and he’s stepping past me.

“Get out there and let her show you herself. Just don’t eat all the tacos. I might die of starvation otherwise.”

I roll my eyes as the sound of the running shower fills the room again.

He’s right, and no sooner has he disappeared behind the curtain than I take off.

The best way to calm my fears is to be with her. Without knowing it, she fixes everything.

I pull on a clean pair of boxers, sweats, and a t-shirt and then go in search of my girl.

I replace her laying plates on the dining table. She’s wearing one of my hoodies again, and when she bends over, it rises, showing off her legs and letting me know that she’s only wearing a small pair of panties beneath.

My cock swells and my mouth waters.

I’ve always been addicted to her, but these few days away have made everything so much more intense.

It doesn’t matter how many times I have her; it’ll never be enough. Never.

“I’m not sure what Wilder is moaning about. I’d much rather eat you than the food any day.” She stills at my words for a beat before spinning around, resting her ass on the table. Her eyes replace mine instantly, alight with excitement and happiness.

“I’m more than happy to be your dinner instead,” she says, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

I always knew there was another side to my best friend. But I never could have predicted that she’d be this… filthy. This… perfect.

What am I saying? Of course I knew she’d be this perfect. She’s Noelle.

I stalk forward, letting my eyes roam over her body as if she’s standing before me naked.

I don’t look back up into her eyes until I’m standing right before her, and when I do, the intensity staring back at me punches all the air straight from my lungs.

Wilder is right.

Without letting my thoughts run away with me, I twist my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and tug until I position her exactly where I want her. Then I slam my lips down on hers.

A desperate moan rumbles in her throat as I kiss her, her hands sliding down my arms until she replaces my waist and slips her hands beneath the fabric of my shirt. My muscles bunch instantly, my body burning for more of her touch.

Lifting her, I wrap her legs around my hips allowing her heels to dig into my ass, giving me little choice but to take a step forward, closing the final few inches between us.

My own moan fills the air as we slot together as if we were designed to do so.

Tucking my free hand under her hoodie, I let it roam, loving the way she shudders as I do so.

“Christ,” I grunt into our kiss when I discover she’s braless.

“Oh god,” she gasps, her head falling back, breaking our kiss as I pinch her nipple.

Unable to stop kissing her, my lips go to her neck and I lick a line almost up to her ear, letting her sweet taste explode on my tongue.

“Never going to get enough of you,” I whisper in her ear.

‘Same,” she gasps, attempting to grind against me to get what she needs.

The sound of scraping wood startles me as Wilder joins us and takes his seat at the table.

Looking over, I replace that he’s thankfully dressed again.

“What?” he asks when he glances back at me. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m more than down for a little live porn while I eat.”

“There’s something wrong with you,” I mutter as Noelle wiggles to get free.

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving.”

Ignoring him, I turn my attention back to my girl. Her eyes are dark and full of hunger. The sight hits me straight in the balls.

‘I love you,’ she mouths.

My chest tightens as my heart thuds against my ribs.

‘I love you too,’ I reply. Just please… let it be enough.

Noelle and I take our seats opposite Wilder and grab some food while we can.

“Oh my god, this is so good,” I moan around my first mouthful.

I missed hot food.

“It really is,” Wilder agrees, having finished his fourth taco already. “It’s like the final supper. I’ll be back to ramen tomorrow.”

The reminder that this is our last night causes a weird reaction.

There’s a huge part of me that wants to get back and have Noelle to myself. But I can’t deny the other part that isn’t entirely ready to leave behind what we found here.

“You really should eat better, considering the high expectations you have of your body,” Noelle points out.

“Then maybe you should come and cook for me.”

Noelle raises a brow.

“If you lived in the house Lorelei secured for you, then you might get decent food,” I point out. “It’s not our fault you prefer living with a bunch of sweaty dudes.”

“It’s good for team bonding,” he argues.

“I’m sure it is. Just remember that when you run out of energy on the field.”

“Never happened, man. I always have enough stamina. Isn’t that right, Noelle?”

“I wouldn’t know. Although rumor has it, you can go all night long.”

“Aw, little rebel, have you been reading up about my skills?”

Her cheeks burn, but she doesn’t back down. I guess that’s what a lifetime’s worth of friendship does.

“Not so much research as walking through campus and overhearing your hoard of admirers waxing lyrical.”

“Well, they do like to make sure they get equal treatment.”

“You’re gross,” I mutter.

“Bro, just because you happily gave Noelle your balls before you knew they even existed, it doesn’t mean we all want to be owned by one woman.”

“You do you,” I say. “Just please try to keep the STIs to a minimum. Kian’s medical insurance will only cover so many.”

“Fuck off,” Wilder barks. “I’ve never had a fucking STI. I always wrap it, Bro. Always. And anyway, that wealthy motherfucker doesn’t have limits on anything.”

I want to argue, but I can’t. He’s right. Kian Callahan is beyond wealthy to the point it makes my head spin when I think about it too much. All that really matters is that he’s taking care of Lorelei in the way she deserves.

“And for the record, even if my balls weren’t in Noelle’s warm hands, I still wouldn’t be putting out all over college. You’re a whore, brother.”

“Loud and proud, baby. Loud and proud.”