Page 27 of Curvy Cabin Fever
“Morgan!”
I don’t even think—I just fist my dick between her ass cheeks before sliding it down, finding her sweet hole waiting to welcome me home. I slide into her with one thrust, and she cries out, desperately trying to accommodate my size.
Fuck, this should feel like every other time, but it doesn’t.
Not with her.
“You gonna scream for me, Aria?” I mutter, bottoming out inside of her.
She feels so fucking good, so tight.
“Did Damien fill you like this?” I get harder imagining him fucking her, knowing he wouldn’t have gone easy on her. I pull my hips back and then slam into her as she moans, my fingersreaching around to find her clit. I shove them between her legs as she gasps.
“We didn’t…”
Thrust.
“Fuck!”
I pause, my fingers stroking her clit when she stiffens, my dick filling her completely. “You didn’t fuck?” I check, stroking her clit before pinching it slightly.
“Fuck!” Aria hisses and arches against me. “No!”
“I’m the first?” I grin, unable to control myself or my ego.
“Morgan!” Aria throws over her shoulder, her pupils blown. “Please!”
I don’t move, though; I keep myself buried inside of her, playing with her clit until she melts against me, screaming my name loud enough for the fucking town to hear.
I hope Damien enjoyed that because I intend to make her come many more times today.
“Now I’ll fuck you.”
10
RHETT
Jesus, fuck, if I have ever had a night with no sleep, it was nothing compared to listening to the fuck marathon going on in Morgan’s room all night long. They spent all day and all night holed up in that fucking room.
I stare at the lake, coffee in hand, for a change. But even the brown nectar isn’t making me feel better today. No, there’s nothing that will fix my mood, of that I’m sure. Because something sits like a fist in my chest, clamped around my heart, making it hard to breathe. I can’t work out what exactly it is, but it’s a feeling unfamiliar and unwelcome. I want to clench my fist and ram it into the wall, to feel it splinter and wreck around my knuckles, leaving them bloody and dry. To my knowledge, there’s only one emotion that can conjure that shit up, and it’s envy.
The famous green-eyed monster, the one thing I rarely suffer from.
Yet here we are.
Because I can tell myself it’s the sounds that kept me awake, the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall, the deep, contented sighs, the grunts and groans of one of my best friendsas he pounded into the woman I haven’t been able to get out of my fucking mind since the second I laid eyes on her. Or maybe it was the wayshemoanedhisname, or her gasps when he did something particularly well.
And I don’t doubt he knowsexactlywhat he’s doing because Morgan is an expert withanygender. I’ve seen many smug grins on his face after he’s spent the night with menorwomen, and theyalwaystry to come back for more.
Not that it matters to me, it just means whatever he’s doing is worth their while, that’s all.
But Aria?
Thatfuckingwoman.
She turned up out of nowhere, claiming to have paid for my cabin, so we had no choice but to put her up. And what has she done? Seducedbothof my best friends in the course ofthree fucking days.
How the fuck?
