Page 13 of Curvy Cabin Fever

DAMIEN

I ’m going to fucking kill Rhett.

He’s a grumpy bastard most of the time, but he never gets to me. No one does—it takes a lot.

But making Aria cry? Making her want to leave?

Fuck no.

She’s trembling, her back against me. I run my hands up and down her arms soothingly, my lips close to her neck as she fights back tears.

“He’s a fucking asshole when he wants to be,” Morgan says on a heavy exhale, staring down at Aria with a smile I’ve never seen before. “Ignore what he said. He said shit to us, too.”

Aria turns, her beautiful mouth falling open to a perfect ‘o’ shape as she responds, “I’m sorry.”

I sigh and drop my mouth to hers, unable to resist it.

It’s a quick kiss, but she relaxes beneath me, and I see her eyes soften, that wild, animalistic fear subsiding.

She must be thinking we used her. That Morgan and I played with her, and Rhett lost his shit with us.

My teeth grind at the memory of his words, and I know this isn’t over.

I won’t let him speak to her like that. My eyes meet Morgan’s, and he nods subtly, his hand wrapping around Aria’s waist before leading her to his bed.

“Lay with us, sweetheart. Just be with us, calm down, and think things through. The roads are icy and dangerous; please don’t drive in this weather.” He leads her to the bed, and I follow them, sliding onto the bed opposite Morgan and Aria.

“Calm down? He owns this cabin!” Aria’s lower lip wobbles, but she drags it into her mouth and slides onto the bed, crawling towards me and giving me all kinds of fucking ideas.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her against me, my breath warm against her ear. “Stay,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Stay with us.”

She hesitates, her pulse hammering beneath my fingertips. But then, after a long moment, she exhales shakily and nods. “Okay.”

My heart leaps, and Morgan grins, spooning her from behind as his hands wrap around her.

“Rhett has…issues.” Morgan buries his head in her hair and inhales deeply, and I turn my head to press a kiss to her forehead. “He doesn’t mean to fly off the handle…”

“Don’t make excuses for him. I’ll burn this fucking cabin to the ground if he says anything like that about her again,” I warn, my adrenaline already pumping through my veins. “Aria is mine , and I won’t let him get away with this.”

Morgan lifts his head and locks his gaze with mine, his mouth flat before he insists, “Ours. Aria is ours .”

I stiffen, and Aria squeezes me, almost reassuring me she really is mine. I don’t like sharing her, but I can’t tell her what to do. “So long as I don’t have to see your dick, I don’t care.”

Aria giggles, and relief sweeps through me.

“You’ve seen it before, bro. Don’t get weird about it.” Morgan shoots back as Aria looks up at me, her long lashes framing her worried brown eyes.

“I think I should leave. Rhett doesn’t like me.”

I stroke her face before gripping her chin and moving as close as I can to her, our lips centimeters away from each other.

“Rhett doesn’t understand his emotions. He is a prick, but that means I get you to myself more, so I’m okay with it.

” I smile as she chews on her lip, still worried.

“He wants you, Aria, just like we do. Don’t mistake his prickish behavior for dislike. ”

Aria’s eyes widen, and I wonder how she doesn’t see what I do. Well, what Morgan clearly sees too.

Aria swallows hard, her gaze flickering between us. “He doesn’t act like he wants me.”

Morgan snorts. “That’s because Rhett is a stubborn, emotionally stunted bastard.”

I nod in agreement, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. “He doesn’t know how to deal with shit like this, sweetheart. But I do. And so does Morgan.”

Her breathing is still uneven, and her body is tense against mine. I can feel the conflict warring inside her, but she hasn’t pulled away.

She wants to believe us.

Morgan strokes a hand up her thigh, stroking the soft fabric of her leggings. “We’ll make you forget all about his bullshit, baby. We’ve got you.”

Aria shivers at the promise in his voice, her lashes fluttering.

I tighten my grip around her waist, tilting my head so my lips brush against her temple. “You’re ours, Aria. And we take care of what’s ours.”

Morgan hums his agreement, his fingers teasing over her waist as he presses a kiss to her shoulder.

Aria lets out a slow, shaky breath. “Okay,” she whispers again, but this time, it’s different.

This time, it’s surrender.

I smirk against her skin, my fingers flexing on her hip. And even though I don’t do threesomes or any bullshit like that, my dick instantly hardens at her breathy tone.

Morgan chuckles lowly, like he fucking knows. Like he sees the way my body reacts to her, even when I swear I don’t share.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. “You keep making those pretty little sounds, and you’re gonna start something neither of us will want to stop.”

Aria swallows, her lashes fluttering as her gaze locks onto mine.

Fuck.

The air is thick and charged.

Morgan’s fingers skim the hem of her hoodie, his movements slow, deliberate. He’s waiting—waiting to see if she’ll stop him. If she’ll pull away.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she lets out the softest little whimper, and I nearly fucking lose it.

Morgan’s gaze flicks to mine, knowing and smug. “Looks like our girl needs a little more convincing.”

I let out a rough exhale, my grip tightening. “Then let’s convince her.”

Morgan grins like the cocky bastard he is, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her hoodie, skimming her warm, soft skin.

Aria’s breath hitches, her body going still between us. She’s waiting, hesitating, like she can’t quite believe what’s happening.

Like, she doesn’t fucking realize she has both of us wrapped around her damn finger.

I cup her chin, tilting her face toward mine. Her lips are parted, her pupils blown wide.

“Still thinking about leaving, sweetheart?” I murmur, brushing my thumb along the curve of her jaw.

Her breath shudders out, and she shakes her head. “No.”

Morgan chuckles behind her, his lips pressing against the shell of her ear. “Good girl.”

My dick twitches at the way her breath catches, the way she leans into me like she’s torn between who to give herself to first.

It will be me. Because I’m fucked if I’m watching Morgan take her first, and he knows it.

Morgan tugs the hoodie up, and I help, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. The second it’s gone, she instinctively starts to cover herself, but I grab her wrists before she can.

“None of that,” I growl, holding her hands away. “I wanna see you.”

Morgan hums his agreement, his hands tracing up the sides of her bare torso, his eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do to us.”

Aria’s lips part like she wants to protest, but I don’t let her.

My mouth crashes into hers, swallowing whatever words she was about to say.

She melts instantly, her body soft and pliant, pressing into me like she belongs there.

And fuck, maybe she does.

I pull away from her, drinking her in, unable to believe I’m about to taste her again.

She swallows hard, her brown eyes flickering with hesitation, but not because she doesn’t want this. Because she still doesn’t believe it.

I’ll fucking make her believe it.

I trail my fingers up her sides, skimming the curve of her breasts, watching the way she shivers under my touch. I slide my knee between her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her to feel the thick length of my cock pressing against her.

She takes in a shaky breath. “Damien?—”

I cut her off, my mouth slanting over hers once more, taking what’s already mine.

Her words, breath, heart, and fucking soul—anything I want because she’s mine.

She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I drink in her sounds, swallowing every little moan, every whimper, every goddamn thing she’s willing to give me.

I reach out and cup her breast, my thumb swiping over her nipple.

She jolts, arching into my touch, and fuck, I can’t stop myself.

I break the kiss, dragging my lips down the column of her throat, biting at her pulse point, licking over the sting until she gasps.

“Aria. Focus on me.”

Her thighs squeeze around my hips, and my dick twitches in response.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

Morgan shifts beside us, but I don’t even acknowledge him. Not yet.

Not until I’ve ruined her first.

He can wait.

I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, my nose trailing along the curve of her jaw before I whisper, “You belonged to me first, Aria. No one else touches you until I’ve had my fill. You understand?”

Morgan scoffs, but I ignore him, knowing he won’t get in my way.

Aria shudders beneath me, her lips parting on a breathless moan.

I grin against her skin.

That’s all the answer I fucking need.