Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance
Naughty & Nice: Epilogue

Nine months later…

I sit in the stands with Hendrix on one side and Lori and Kian on the other.

The noise from the rest of the Titans fans surrounding us makes the seat beneath me vibrate. I don’t need to fuel my nerves. They’re already out of control.

I’ve watched Wilder play a million times before. But I have never been this invested.

Thanks to him and his passion for the sport, I know everything about the Titan roster for this season. I know everyone’s strengths and weaknesses. I know the players he thinks are going to make it to the NFL and the ones he doesn’t think have it. I know how much he respects his coach, and how much he looks up to Benny and a couple of other teammates who have become close friends to me and Hendrix now as well as Wilder.

I’m no longer just here to support Wilder; I’m here for all of them. For the team, my extended family.

“Are you okay?” Lori asks, squeezing my hand as if that’ll help.

“Yeah, of course. Why?”

“You look like you’re about to vomit.”

Honestly, I might.

I just need to see him. Everything will settle once he comes running out onto the field.

He knows where we’re sitting, and something tells me that he’ll be searching me out just as much as I do him.

He was disappointed with where they finished last year, so he’s feeling the pressure already to ensure that they go all the way this season. And of course, they’re starting the season going head-to-head with last year’s national champions.

He has this idea that if they can beat them tonight, they’ve got a one-way ticket to the final next year.

I want it for him so much. I just wish I could do something to help, aside from being his number-one cheerleader.

“They’ve got this,” she says confidently.

“I know,” I choke out.

Hendrix reaches over and squeezes my knee. On the outside, he appears to be much calmer, but I know the truth. Beneath his cool facade, he’s freaking out too.

I gaze out over purple-filled stands opposite us and try to imagine what it must have been like for them earlier in the year when their team lifted that trophy.

Goosebumps erupt and rush down my arms as I think about just how epic that must be. All those years of hard work, the sacrifices they’ve made for the game they love and to make it right to the end…

It’s going to happen.

Wilder deserves so much good and happiness in his life.

All the bad shit is behind us now. From here on out, our lives are going to be full of laughter and light, and wins. All the freaking wins.

Suddenly, the crowd around us erupts when smoke begins to billow from the Titans’ tunnel.

“Oh my god,” I breathe as we jump to our feet to watch our boys appear.

Hendrix grabs one of my hands as Lori continues to grip the other, and the second he appears, I scream bloody murder for him.

And just as I predicted, the second he clears the smoke, his eyes lock on my position.

He lifts his hand to his mouth and blows me a kiss.

My heart shatters all over the floor right there and then.

I’m so lost in him that I don’t realize that everyone is looking at me until Hendrix points at the jumbotron where a replay of that sweet moment is playing with little hearts on the screen.

My face burns beet red, and I turn to hide in Hendrix’s chest.

“Oh no, he’s going to want you watching,” Hendrix says, pulling me back so I can focus on the field.

When I look back at Wilder, he’s laughing.

No one else would be able to tell because he’s wearing his helmet, but I know, and so does Hendrix.

“I’ve never seen him happier than he has been this year.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” I shoot right back.

“You’re all happier than I’ve ever seen you,” Lori says, using her proud mom voice. “You’re all good for each other.”

Unable to argue with them, I keep my mouth shut and watch the coin toss. Both teams line up ready to begin, and my nerves quadruple.

“They’ve got this.”

Benny claps Wilder on the shoulder and then everyone stops.

Please, please, please, I silently beg.

But then the ball is snapped and all my fear and nerves drift away as I watch Wilder do what he does best.

It feels like the entire stadium erupts when we get our first touchdown of the game in the third down.

“See,” Hendrix says smugly once the volume has reduced. “I told you.”

The game continues with the Titans dominating.

At no point do they lose their win, and by the time the final whistle blows, the previously excited sea of purple is looking a little dejected.

I guess it just goes to show that a winning streak never lasts. It’s been a long time since their huge championship win. The roster has changed, and many of their senior players last year are now embarking on their rookie year in the NFL.

As the guys celebrate, Wilder looks up at us and rips his helmet off.

The smile and happiness on his face takes my breath away.

It takes every ounce of restraint I possess to keep my feet on the ground and not run to him. All I want to do is jump into his arms and tell him how proud I am.

We sit there long after the players have celebrated and disappeared into their locker room.

I’m still buzzing, and I know that Hendrix and Lori are too.

We’re all going out for dinner before Lori and Kian need to fly back out.

We invited them to the team’s party tonight, but unsurprisingly they’ve graciously declined.

Kian might be up for a laugh, but I’m not sure a college football party is really him. His younger brother Kieran would be, though. But then, he is just one of the guys. He’d probably love a throwback to an old-school college party now he’s living it up in the NFL.

Once we’re confident that Coach will let them out soon, we make our way out of the stadium and around to the locker room exit.

There’s a small crowd gathered, many of the players’ friends and families, but obviously there are more than a handful of jersey chasers hoping to get in on the celebrating early.

The wait is excruciating, and when the door finally opens, my heart jumps into my throat. But he’s not there. Instead, Benny and a few others come running out.

Benny’s eyes light up at the sight of someone waiting for him, and when I follow his line of sight, I replace a blonde lady holding the cutest little girl.

She squeals and holds her hands out for him. He rushes over, takes her in his arms, and spins her around. The pair of them laugh like no one is watching. It’s incredible. And when I look at the lady, she’s got tears shining in her eyes.

“That’s Benny’s sister and niece,” a familiar voice whispers in my ear.

My entire world freezes as my brain tries to catch up.

“Wilder,” I squeal, spinning around and jumping into his arms.

“Hey, little rebel. Were you waiting for me?” he asks before replaceing my lips and kissing me as if we’re not surrounded by people… and his big sister.

“I’m so proud of you,” I whisper as he kisses along my jaw. “You were so awesome.”

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Modest too,” Hendrix says, clapping him on the shoulder.

Wilder releases me and embraces Lori. “Thank you for coming.”

“You know we wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Are you hungry?”

The two of them share a look. We all know that Wilder is ravenous after a game.

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly, “I could eat.”

“I’ve found a place that does wings just a few blocks away. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” Wilder says, holding his hand out for Kian.

“Great game. Kieran said to tell you that you smashed it.”

Wilder preens at the praise. Kieran tried to get here for Wilder’s first game of the season, but he couldn’t make it happen. He promised to watch, though, which made Wilder’s day.

Together, the five of us head toward our cars and then the restaurant Kian has found with matching smiles on our faces.

“Come and dance with me,” Wilder slurs when he replaces me hanging out with some of his teammates’ girlfriends on the couches in the living room.

The guys have been playing some kind of drinking game in the kitchen, and we decided it was something we didn’t need to witness.

The party is raging around us, but despite having been to a couple of team parties now, I still don’t feel entirely comfortable.

I’m just not a party girl. Although, I’ll do anything for my boys.

“Aw, you’re not going to deny that face, are you?” one of the girls asks with a laugh.

Wilder puts on his best puppy dog face and holds his hand out for me.

Unable to do anything but comply with his demands, I slide my palm against his.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear once I’m on my feet.

“If you’d have lost tonight, you might have received a different response,” I tease. We both know it’s a lie. I can’t deny my men anything.

He tugs me through the room, out into the hallway and then to what should be the dining room. But seeing as this is a full of college football players, it’s actually the party room with speakers permanently set up and a makeshift dance floor.

The people who are already here seem to part for us. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; Wilder is a god tonight.

“Now that’s more like it,” Wilder muses as he pulls me into his hard body. “Missed you, Rebel.”

“I haven’t been anywhere,” I point out.

“I love having you watch me play,” he confesses, his lips dropping to my neck.

A shiver of desire races down my spine, zeroing in on my clit.

The song filling the air around us fades to nothing as we move together, his hips locked against mine as his hands and lips roam.

As per his demand, I’m still wearing his jersey. He told me that the only person who’s allowed to take it off me tonight is him, and I’m more than happy to comply.

His lips replace mine as his hands grasp my ass, hitching his jersey higher.

For the game, I wore pants and sneakers, but for the party, I’ve gone a little… wild.

His kiss is frantic, almost violent, and I match him move for more.

I’m so proud of him.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he confesses into our kiss. “You’re my everything.”

As our kiss and our touch become more and more indecent, my body temperature spikes. It can only mean one thing.

Glancing over my shoulder, I replace Hendrix leaning against the door frame, watching us with heated eyes.

Oh god.

Over the past few months, the three of us have found a good rhythm, and the guys are getting pretty good at sharing.

Most nights, the three of us end up crashing in my room. We upgraded the bed early in the new year, so there’s space for all of us to sleep comfortably. But every now and then, I’ll spend a night with each of them alone. Being together as a group is fun, but there is something so intimate and special about being one-on-one with them.

“I think we should take this upstairs, don’t you, Rebel?”

“But it’s your party,” I argue, albeit lightly.

“Trust me, the only place I really want to celebrate is upstairs with you.”

He sucks on the sweet spot beneath my ear and I cave, obviously.

“Okay. Take me to bed, Wilder Kemp.”

“Fuck. I want to hear you say that every day.”

I gasp as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.

“Then you’d better keep winning.”

“I fully intend to, don’t worry.”

He walks us through the crowd before slowing at the door.

Hendrix is still watching us, and I expect him to follow as we move past him, but to my surprise, he stops us.

“You’ve got thirty minutes,” he states. “Make the most of her before I come and take my share.”

“B-but I won,” Wilder pouts. He doesn’t mean it. Both of them love our little group activities as much as I do.

“You’re wasting your time, hotshot,” Hendrix mocks, looking at his watch. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be standing here arguing.”

“Good point,” he mutters, taking off again. He runs us up the stairs and in only seconds, we’re in his room.

The door slams behind us and my back crashes against it.

Wilder is… well… wild. His hands frantically roam over my body, pinching and squeezing in all the right places as he kisses me into a frenzy.

In only minutes, I’m panting and grinding myself against him, desperate for more. And just when I think the friction from his jean-covered erection will be enough, he takes a step back.

“Take your panties off,” he demands as he drags his shirt over his head.

My eyes drop to his body. He’s worked harder than ever in preparation for this season, and it shows.

“But leave the shoes and the jersey,” he adds.

Tucking my thumbs into the sides of my panties, I shimmy them down my legs before kicking them off.

I don’t mean to send them flying, but Wilder catches them with ease and lifts them to his face.

“Now get on your knees and crawl to me. Then I want to watch you suck my dick.”

Oh, he is on fire tonight.

With my blood flowing through my veins like lava, I drop to the floor and do as I’m told.

He watches my every move. His jaw ticks and his chest heaves with desire, and his pants… well they’re barely containing his excitement.

My mouth waters to get closer and discover just how much he needs me.

“Good girl,” he praises when I’m in front of him. “Now get him out.”

Without missing a beat, I rip his jeans open and drag both them and his boxers down his legs.

His cock glistens with precum as it bounces free. But Wilder isn’t messing about, and he takes himself in hand, threads his fingers through my hair, and drags me forward.

I moan as he pushes past my lips, filling my mouth.

“Arch your back,” he demands, making me frown.

Looking up, I don’t replace him staring down at me like I was expecting. Instead, his eyes are locked on something behind me.

Curious, I pull my head back and turn to look.

Knowing what I’m going to replace, he allows the movement, and I gasp when I discover what has him so enthralled.

There’s a mirror. And it’s giving him an uncompromised view of everything.

Jesus.

“Fucking hot, right? Now I can see how wet your pussy gets when you’re sucking me.” I stare at our reflection, oddly enthralled by the sight.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got one for home, too,” he tells me before turning me back around and pushing inside me again. “I know how badly you want to watch us fuck you.”

A moan rumbles deep in my throat at the thought.

“Our dirty girl,” Wilder mutters, his thumb caressing my cheek.

With my eyes locked on his, I suck him as deep as I can.

His lips pop open and a groan spills. It fires me up, knowing that I’m pleasing him.

I work with fervor, wanting to drive him right to the edge, but just as his dick begins to thicken in my mouth, he pulls me back.

“Not tonight, Rebel. I have plans for how this ends, and it’s not in your mouth.”

Effortlessly, he lifts me onto the bed and then drags me on my hands and knees right to the edge.

“You look hot as fuck,” he tells me as he pushes my jersey up to my shoulders, exposing my ass and back to him.

“Wilder,” I squeal when he spanks me.

“Mine,” he growls possessively.

“Yours. Always yours.”

With his hand locked around my hip, he drags his cock through my folds.

“So wet for me,” he muses before pushing the head inside.

My muscles clench, desperate to drag him deeper.

“Best celebration ever,” he announces before sinking balls deep inside me. “Yes, Rebel.”

He fucks me hard and fast, using up some of the adrenaline that’s still pumping around his body.

“Wilder,” I cry as he hits me so deep over and over.

“Mine,” he barks again before twisting his hand in my jersey and pulling me from the bed.

My back presses against his front as his hips continue to move.

His hands slide up my stomach to cup my breasts.

“I love you, Noelle.”

“I love you, too,” I gasp as he pinches both of my nipples before dropping one hand to my clit. “Oh god.”

“I’m not coming until you do, Rebel. And I want it loud enough for Hendrix to hear.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he works me, my release building.

“Do you want us both tonight, Rebel?”

“You know I do,” I whimper.

“Good girl. But you’re mine right now. All fucking mine,” he rasps in my ear. With one hand on my clit, the other lifts to my throat, and he squeezes with just the right amount of pressure that I shatter.

I’m just coming down from my high when he groans and his dick jerks inside me.

“Fuck, Noelle. Fuuuuck.”

No sooner has he finished than the bedroom door slams closed.

“Looks like I’m just in time,” Hendrix says.

I don’t need to turn around to know he’s smirking; I can hear it in his voice.

“Well, what are you waiting for? She’s ready for you.”

Wilder lifts my jersey higher, exposing my tits to Hendrix, who eagerly crawls onto the bed.

He’s already lost his shirt and opened his pants. This boy is ready for some action.

“So she is,” he muses before his lips replace mine and his hands land on my body.

I love being with them individually, it makes me feel closer to them each time, but nothing beats us being together.

Nothing.