Page 30 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Is she a witch?
How has she got these two wrapped around her sexy fucking finger?
“She was with me,” Morgan states with a smile, but it fades when Damien shoots him a glare.
“I heard.” Damien turns Aria’s face to his, his lips brushing against hers as Aria lets out a whimper. “Did you lose your way to my room, baby?”
Then his mouth smashes against hers, his hands lifting Morgan’s hoodie clean from her body in one frenzied movement, leaving her in just a bra.
Fuck.
“Let me fucking remind you who you belong to.”
He rips open the door to the cabin, his eyes filled with heat and desire, shooting a warning stare to Morgan before Aria stumbles toward him.
“Wait, I can’t do this!” Aria cries out, tugging her hand away from Damien, who stares at her stone-faced.
I tilt my head, interested in this turn of events.
Does the scarlet woman have a heart, after all?
A smile twists at the edges of my mouth as she throws her hands in the air. She’s losing control, and no amount of orgasms will make her feel better. It must be out of character for her after all, then, to fuck different men on a rota of horniness.
“I don’t do things like this,” she whines, and I can’t help but snort. Her eyes move to me, narrowing into slits as her fists bunch at her sides. “Have you got something to say, Rhett?”
“Nope,” I reply.
I’m not giving her the reaction she wants.
Fuck no.
She might be able to control my friends, but I don’t think with my dick.
They do.
“You’re jealous!” she blurts out, and I sense Morgan and Damien stiffen. “Admit it.”
I twist my body, so I’m now facing the horndogs, and blow out a steady breath before meeting her furious gaze. Her lower lip trembles, but she lifts her chin defiantly, ready to fend off my attack if needed. I take in her flushed cheeks, her soft skin, and the fact she’s standing outside in stupidly cold temperatures in just her bra. Her body is so shapely it should be a crime because I can’t take my fucking eyes off it. The thought of them touching her?—
“Rhett?” Morgan prods faintly, his eyes locked on me.
“Jealous of what? I don’t want sloppy thirds, thanks.” I drain my coffee as her skin pales, and I instantly feel bad. But I have to put her in her place—she doesn’t get to call me out like that. “You’re not my type.”
“Fuck you, Rhett.” Tears spring to her eyes, and Damien glares at me, stepping forward.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that, you dick.”
“Or?” I respond, calm and collected as the veins in his temples throb. I don’t want to fight, but I’m done with fucking accepting this crazy reality. I watch Aria, the ache in my chest changing to guilt, but it’s soon replaced by fury with what Damien says next.
“Or I’ll fucking end you.”
Damien is not to be played with, and he’s right, whether I like it or not. I’ve offended the one woman who has caught my eye in…a long time. I hold his gaze until we hear Aria rush inside the cabin; the door shutting softly behind her.
“You need to get yourself in check, Rhett, or I swear to god?—”
“What?” I scoff, pushing off the railing. “You’ll ‘end me,’ your oldestfuckingfriend, over some piece of ass willing to fuck any of us?”
Damien’s fist swings out so fast I don’t have time to react, his knuckles slamming into my face as stars explode in my eyes.
