Page 156 of Naughty & Nice

That gets him moving. In a heartbeat, he’s down to his t-shirt and boxers and diving onto our makeshift bed behind me.

“Missed this,” he muses, pinning himself against me under the blanket.

“Wish I could say the same,” Hendrix deadpans.

“Oh, come on, Bro. You totally missed me. It’s okay to admit it,” Wilder taunts.

“Pfft, as if. I had my girl to keep me nice and distracted.”

“I bet you did,” Wilder mutters as his hand skims down my body. He grabs my hip and grinds himself against me, letting me know just how much he missed me. “Did he treat you well, little rebel?”

“So well I almost didn’t notice that someone was missing.”

Wilder tenses at my words.

“Ouch,” he gasps while Hendrix laughs. “Don’t think I didn’t notice what you were missing when you crawled onto this couch,” he warns.

“She did that for me,” Hendrix points out. “For our nice and romantic New Year’s celebrations.”

“I’m sure she did. But I’m here now too, and I’m feeling pretty fucking desperate, I’ve got to say.”

“I’m sure you can wait a while longer. This one?” Hendrix asks, having stopped on what looks like a war movie.

“Oh, so romantic,” Wilder deadpans.

Hendrix cuts his brother with a look.

“It looks great. Please continue. I can’t wait to try to ignore the fact Noelle is lying here panty-less while watching some dudes shoot each other.”

“It’ll be hard, but I’m sure you can cope.”

“Hard. Yeah, that’s about fucking right.”

I can’t help but laugh as happiness bubbles up inside me.

There was never a point this week where I felt like Hendrix wasn’t enough.

He is. He’s everything.

But now that Wilder is here, I feel complete. And I can tell just by Hendrix’s body language that he feels the same too.

He wasn’t fully himself this week. Not having Wilder in his life hurt him. They need each other, and apparently, I need them both as well.

Reaching for their hands, I lift them to my lips, kissing Hendrix’s knuckles and then Wilder’s.

My heart flutters in my chest as I swallow down all the things I want to say.

There will be time for them tomorrow. Right now, I just want to enjoy the moment with them.

Entwined with both of them, I let out a long, slow breath as the movie starts.

This is it. The perfect New Year’s.

We’re an hour into the movie when Hendrix’s snores begin to fill the living room.

“Fucking pussy,” Wilder teases.

“Aw, be nice. I think I’ve worn him out.”

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