Page 7 of Curvy Cabin Fever
“Oh!” she says, her voice husky and breathless, and just like that, my dick is paying attention.
Rhett speaks first, his brows knitting together as he steps forward.“Are you lost?”
I watch as the pretty girl flushes a deep red, her hand patting at her jacket like she’s looking for something, fingers fumbling. She bites her lip, dark hair tumbling in her face. My mind immediately goes to places it shouldn’t.
Imagining her hot and sweaty, on top of me…
“I booked this cabin…” Her voice is soft, uncertain, trailing off as she digs around in her pockets, finally pulling out her phone. She swipes at the screen, and I notice she’s trembling.
Is it from the cold? Or from us?
Hard to tell.
She’s still swiping at her phone, but her hands are shaking too much to hit the right buttons. Her brows pinch together, frustration flickering across her face.
Morgan takes a step forward like he’s about to help her. I don’t know why it bothers me, but it does.
“Let me see,” he offers kindly.
I exhale through my nose and cross my arms, eyes narrowing.
She hesitates, teeth sinking into that full fucking bottom lip, and my jaw tightens.
Fuck, she needs to stop doing that.
“I—” She exhales sharply, flustered. “I have the booking confirmation somewhere.”
She shifts her weight, and I can’t help but watch her curves move with her. My fingers twitch at my side.
Not ideal. Not fucking ideal.
“That won’t be necessary,” Rhett comments, rubbing a hand over his jaw. His voice is still calm, but there’s an edge to it now.
I can see it in the way his shoulders go rigid, in the slight tension in his jaw. He knows this isn’t just some lost tourist.
He’s fucked up somehow, and I don’t know whether to thank him or cuss him out.
But then my gaze moves back to the woman, and I decide to thank him later. This is the kind of fuck up that I can deal with.
The woman blows out another breath, frustrated as she glares down at the screen.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “No mobile signal.”
Obviously. We’re in the fucking mountains.
I could give her the Wi-Fi password…but where’s the fun in that?
I can’t help but roll my eyes, and she catches it, dropping her gaze quickly.
Cute.
She clutches her phone and stares at Rhett before forcing a shaky smile. I can see her mind weighing up the situation she’s in, and it’s like a fucking porn movie.
Pretty girl.Alone. No reception. Three strange men staring at her like she’s either a problem or an answer to one.
She swallows, and I watch her throat move. She’s scared.
Interesting.
