Page 74 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Damien leans back, his eyes intent, watching us all.
Morgan moves first. He shifts forward onto his knees, graceful as always, and reaches out to cup Rhett’s jaw. The contrast between them is stunning—Morgan’s elegant fingers against Rhett’s stubbled face.
“Been thinking about this for a while,” Morgan admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rhett exhales sharply. “Shut up and do it already.”
When their mouths meet, it’s nothing like I imagined—it’s better. There’s a moment of hesitation, and then Rhett’s hand comes up to grip Morgan’s shirt, pulling him closer. What starts as hesitant quickly becomes something else entirely. Morgan makes a soft sound in the back of his throat that sends heat coursing through me.
They fit together differently than either of them fits with me, but it works. It works so well I have to press my thighs together against the ache building there.
When they pull apart, both of them are breathing harder. Morgan’s lips are redder than before, and Rhett looks stunned, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“Well,” Damien says, his voice surprisingly rough, “that was interesting.”
The tension in the room has transformed into something new—something electric with possibility.
Morgan turns to me, eyes gleaming. “Your turn, sweetheart. Truth or dare?”
I swallow hard. “Dare.”
His smile is wicked. “Kiss me while looking at them.”
I crawl toward him, acutely aware of Rhett and Damien watching us. When our lips meet, I keep my eyes open, catching Damien’s intense gaze first. The heat in his eyes is familiar—I’ve seen it before, felt it when we were alone together. But there’s something new there too, something that shifts when he watches me with someone else.
I turn my gaze to Rhett as Morgan deepens the kiss. Rhett’s pupils are blown wide, his breathing shallow. He doesn’t look jealous—he looks entranced.
When Morgan and I break apart, I’m trembling slightly.
“I think,” Morgan suggests slowly, “we should talk about what’s happening here.”
Rhett runs a hand through his hair. “Or we could not talk and just?—”
“No,” Damien interrupts. “Morgan’s right. You three need to be clear about what this is. I’m clear about what it is for me.”
I look at each of them, my heart racing. “I know what it is for me,” I confirm quietly.
They all wait, watching me.
“I want all of you,” I confess. “Not just tonight. Not just for fun. I want... everything. With all of you.”
27
ARIA
The fire has burned low, but no one’s moved to add another log. It’s hot enough in here without any added heat.
We’re all still sitting on the rug, our bodies warm, our hearts pounding with everything that’s just been said.
Everything that’s just been felt.
Morgan kissed Rhett. Rhett kissed me. Damien said he could love someone and share them. And I admitted what none of us had dared to say out loud?—
I want all of you.
The words still hang in the air, and I need to know what happens next. Will someone just?—
Suddenly, Damien stands. He rises quietly, unfolding from his spot on the couch like he’s been waiting for this moment. His expression is calm, maybe a little sad, but not in a way that hurts.
