Page 23 of Curvy Cabin Fever

ARIA

I don’t know how long I lie there afterward, wrapped in the heavy warmth of Rhett’s arms and the dull, aching throb between my thighs, but I don’t ever want to move.

I can’t believe I’m in bed with Rhett.

God , he is perfectly fucked up, and all I want to do is make him better.

His eyes are so full of pain, and I want to make it all go away.

If it means lying in bed with him forever, I’m more than willing.

My core pulses, reminding me of how talented his fingers and mouth are, not to mention his fucking dick.

I bite my lip and nuzzle closer to him, hoping I can provide him with some level of comfort he provides me.

He doesn’t speak, he just breathes against my neck, one arm slung across my waist like he’s anchoring me to the bed. Like he’s afraid I might disappear.

I feel… wanted .

For being myself.

How do these men do this to me?

I’ve never felt like this. Like I’m…perfect. Like nobody worked out before these three men for a reason.

“Good morning,” Rhett mumbles, twisting my chin with his fingers so I’m gazing into his eyes. “Good fucking morning, you beautiful creature.”

My stomach flips at his words as he slides between my legs, my thighs dropping to allow him access to my wet pussy. This is the effect he has on me.

“Oh, you’re ready for me,” he whispers, sliding inside me with one movement.

I gasp and arch my back, and his fingers wrap around my throat, tightening in a way that makes me clench around him.

“You like that, don’t you?” Rhett murmurs, almost in disbelief.

I try to nod, but his grip is too solid.

I can’t move. I’ve never done things like this before, and I want to tell him.

But then he loosens his grip and shoves my knees on either side of my head, slamming into me so hard the bed moves across the floor, a loud groaning sound that I know the others will have heard.

“Rhett!” I gasp, lifting the back of my knees to give him deeper access, the sight of him pounding into me making me almost scream the cabin down there and then. He’s so fucking beautiful. “The others…”

“Let them hear you,” he rasps, wrapping his hand around my throat again. “Scream my fucking name, Aria.”

“Tighter,” I choke out as my orgasm builds, vision blurring as he does as I say.

“Fuck!” Rhett releases my throat and fucks me so hard I see stars. “Say it, Aria!”

“Rhett!” My orgasm screams through my body, my voice choking on desire and sheer electricity as the bed moves again.

Rhett doesn’t stop as I come around his dick, fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.

“Louder,” he commands as I sink my teeth into my lip. “I want another orgasm from you. I want to feel you clenching my dick, milking it…”

“Rhett!” I half scream as his finger brushes my clit, sending my senses into overdrive. “I can’t…”

His finger presses down on my clit, massaging it slowly as he fucks me into oblivion.

“You can do it, Aria…for me.”

It’s all I need, his soft words of encouragement, as I lose it for the second time, surprising myself. My breath gets stuck in my throat, and I choke, tears streaming from my eyes as he comes inside me.

“I love filling your cunt with my come, Aria. Imagine filling that belly with my child.”

I cannot deal with Rhett like this. Images of him carrying a child on his hip fill my mind, and I grab his face, yanking him down to me.

“Don’t tease…”

Rhett grins. “You like that, huh?”

He slows down his thrusts but lifts my legs over one shoulder, scooting forward on the bed as I gasp.

“What are you doing?!”

“Making sure you get every single drop, baby.”

I’m not sure how long he keeps my legs in the air. Eventually, he kisses my shoulder, murmurs something about needing coffee, and releases me gently.

“So fucking beautiful,” Rhett murmurs, sweeping my hair away from my sweaty face.

God, I bet I look terrible.

“I doubt that,” I huff, rising to a seated position.

“I’m going to make you a coffee, Aria.”

How does he make my name sound so fucking regal?

I watch him with a small smile, my fingers dragging across his chest one last time before he stands to go.

I feel him—still—in every part of me.

I lie there in the silence, staring at the ceiling, my body flushed and raw and open in a way that should terrify me—but it doesn’t.

Because something’s shifting, and it has been ever since I got snowed-in with these three men who look at me like I’m theirs.

Damien made me feel safe first. Like I didn’t have to prove myself to anyone.

Morgan made me feel like a fucking goddess—teasing and tender, like my body was a playground he never wanted to leave.

And Rhett…he broke something open in me. He let me see the parts of him he hides from everyone else.

I’ve never wanted anyone more.

I exhale slowly and pull the blanket up to my chest.

What the hell am I doing, and why don’t I care anymore?

I came here to disappear for a while. To hide from the world. Instead, I walked straight into the arms of three men who have me thinking things I’ve never let myself want before.

More—of all of them—not just one.

The thought should make me blush, panic, or feel ashamed.

But it doesn’t.

It makes me feel powerful . These three men want me. Who cares what’s acceptable in the outside world, when right now, we are here, in this cabin, together?

I smile to myself, feeling giddy. Most women would die to be in my shoes.

I finally slip out of bed, my legs still shaking from Rhett’s touch.

I shower in the bathroom, finger-comb my hair, and steal one of Rhett’s long-sleeved shirts from the laundry basket. It smells like soap and coffee and him , and I wear it without a second thought.

The cabin’s quiet when I step into the hallway. I hear the low murmur of voices from the kitchen — Morgan’s laugh, Damien’s grumble, and Rhett’s deeper, quieter tone joining them.

They’re talking.

And I realize something else as I pause just outside the door.

They’re talking about me, like I’m a hidden gem they’ve discovered.

“I’ll make her some breakfast. Sounds like you worked up her appetite in there.” …Morgan.

“I hope you haven’t left bruises. I know you’re a dark fucker.” …Damien.

And then, my heart slams in my chest, and I feel dizzy when I hear Rhett say, “As if I would ever hurt her. Ever.”