Page 41 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Morgan strokes my hair, his voice deep and smooth. “Of course, she does.” His dark eyes smolder as he watches me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
Damien groans, his thrusts turning punishing, slamming into me so perfectly that my vision blurs. I moan as my orgasm tears through me, my body trembling between these delicious men, completely at their mercy.
Morgan watches me come undone, his jaw tight as he fists my hair and guides me faster, his restraint barely hanging on. “You gonna swallow every drop for me, beautiful?” he hisses, his voice thick with need. “Take everything I give you?”
I moan, nodding as best as I can with my mouth full of him, and that’s all it takes.
Morgan groans, his hips jerking, and then he spills into my mouth with a deep, satisfied growl. “Good fucking girl,” he pants, his thumb brushing my swollen lips as I swallow him down, licking up every drop. My tongue swipes over his tip when he pulls out, sucking it one last time, making sure he’s all clean.
Before I can catch my breath, Damien’s grip tightens, and he slams into me with one final, devastating thrust, his growl vibrating through my spine as he empties his release into me.
I collapse against the bed, utterly spent, my body still trembling.
Morgan grins, brushing a stray strand of hair from my damp forehead. “Fuck, Aria,” he breathes, his voice full of satisfaction. “You’re incredible.”
Damien pulls out slowly, his lips brushing against my shoulder before he growls, “And she’s mine.”
14
RHETT
I’ve been sitting on the porch for over an hour, staring at the ice-covered lake, trying to talk myself out of this storm brewing in my belly. But no matter how many deep breaths I take or how many times I tell myself to get over it, that ugly feeling won’t budge.
I was a dick, pure and simple. But I did it because I couldn’t fucking stand the sight of her andhimafter their night together. I know this means I should try to work out why I care about whatMorgandoes, but I justcan’t.
But I do care.
It wasn’t justhermoans that kept me awake. It was the sound of his pleasure, too, that she could make him so fucking turned on.
Fuck, this shit iscomplicatedwith a capital C, and I hate having to wade through emotions that are turning me into a fucking ogre, a beast, to a beautiful woman who didn’t deserve it.
The question is why.
Why do I feel like this?
I grit my teeth and force myself to look inside of my soul…past the barriers I keep up.
I hate it.
Because in here, I’m exposed.
The boy who wasn’t ever loved, not really, who turned into a man who was only wanted for his good looks and money. Because no one knows who Rhett Callahan is other than…Morgan and Damien.
My best friends.
But in here, Morgan is different. Maybe he hasn’t ever noticed how I stare at him a little too hard sometimes, or wonder what it would be like to feel his lips on mine, his hand stroking my bare skin.
Because even though I’m fully accepting of Morgan’s sexuality, it isn’t how I was brought up. Being gay or bisexual was always a sin against God, and in all honesty, other than him, I have never found another man attractive. I ignored it for years, thinking it was hormones or some shit, but when Morgan announced he liked men too, my fucking heart danced because it meant there might be a chance.
But I couldn’t do it; too proud, stubborn, and too fucking scared of what my parents would say. They were strictandreligious, but they were also the only parents that wanted me. I couldn’t break their hearts by falling in love with my male best friend, for fuck’s sake.
Not that it’s love, fuck.
Then I think of Aria, and my heart slams in my chest. It must be something about her because even Damien and Morgan can’t leave her alone. I want to take her to my room, barricade the door, get on my hands and knees, and apologize.
The rugged exterior that she sees is the Rhett most people know, and now she’s probably afraid of me.
Silly prick, shooting insults at her like that. You deserved that punch.
