Page 73 of Curvy Cabin Fever
His gaze lingers on me like he’s trying to tell me something he hasn’t said out loud yet. I can feel my pulse in my fingertips, in my throat, between my legs.
The game moves on.
Morgan clears his throat and chooses Rhett, turning to face him fully, their knees touching now.
“Truth or dare, cowboy?” Morgan’s mouth quirks at the corner, teasing but with an edge.
Rhett smirks, a flush already creeping up his neck. “Dare.”
Morgan doesn’t blink. “Kiss Aria.”
The room holds its breath. My skin prickles with awareness.
Rhett’s jaw tightens slightly, like he’s weighing something bigger than a dare. His eyes flick to Morgan, then briefly to Damien, before settling on my mouth.
Then he moves. He crawls over slowly, hands pressing into the rug on either side of me, until we’re breathing the same air. His hand cradles my cheek—rough, reverent—and when he kisses me, it’s not showy or hot or rushed.
It’s slow, deep, and fucking real.
He tastes like whiskey and desire, and I can’t help the small sound that escapes my throat when his tongue slides against mine. I’m vaguely aware of Morgan shifting closer, of Damien’s breathing changing, becoming heavier.
By the time Rhett pulls away, my lips are tingling, and the room feels ten degrees warmer. He says nothing. Just sits back down, jaw tight, ears flushed, thumbing the corner of his mouth as if memorizing the taste of me.
No one speaks for a second.
Then Damien says, “My turn.” His voice has dropped, and it sounds gravelly.
He looks at Morgan.
“Truth or dare?”
Morgan raises a brow, licking his lower lip. “Truth.”
“Would you kiss Rhett again?”
A low chuckle escapes Morgan before he even answers, but his eyes darken. “You mean right now, or...”
Rhett makes a noise like he might bolt, but I notice how he subtly leans toward Morgan, betraying himself.
When Damien doesn’t elaborate, Morgan lifts one shoulder and responds, “Yeah. I’d kiss him again.” Then his eyes flick to Rhett’s mouth. “Whenever he wants.”
The silence that follows is fascinating. I feel something loosen in my chest, something hot and liquid pooling in my belly.
I’m not the only one drawn to more than one person in this room. The thought of Morgan kissing Rhett is…so fucking hot it makes me dizzy. They both turn to look at me, and my cheeks flush heavily. I can’t help but imagine the three of us together at the same time…
Oh, god, that’s hotter than I ever thought it could be.
“Then do it,” I blurt out, not caring at the warning look Rhett sends my way. “Please, for me.” My voice is whiny and needy, but I need to see this with my own eyes.
The room goes utterly silent. I can hear the fire crackling, the wind outside, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
Morgan’s eyes widen slightly, but there’s something else there—desire. He turns to Rhett, one eyebrow raised in silent question.
Rhett’s jaw works, his throat bobbing as he swallows. For a second, I think he might get up and walk out. But then something shifts in his expression—a surrender, a decision.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice is low, directed at me, but his eyes never leave Morgan’s face. I can see the desire there, the way his eyes burn with lust, and a moan nearly escapes my lips.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak again. My mouth has gone dry.
