Page 28 of Curvy Cabin Fever

ARIA

“ O kay,” I say, settling cross-legged on the rug in front of the fire. “No backing out now. Truth or dare. Cabin edition.” My heart slams in my chest at the thought of playing this game with my three men, knowing I’m the center of their attention…

Damn.

Morgan grins as he lowers himself onto a cushion, his knee deliberately brushing against mine. “You sure you can handle this, sweetheart?” His voice drops on that last word, and I feel it like a physical touch.

“Please,” I say, smirking. “You think I can’t out-dare you?” I lean forward just enough that my hair falls over my shoulder, catching how Morgan’s eyes track the movement.

Damien shakes his head, but there’s unmistakable heat in his eyes as he leans back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest in a way that pulls his shirt tight across his shoulders. “This is going to get out of hand fast.”

“It won’t!” I protest, holding his intense gaze until he’s the one who looks away, smirking.

Rhett takes a long sip of his beer, throat working, before he mutters, “Already regretting this.”

But he stays. Sitting between Morgan and Damien, close enough that our knees form a tight circle. When he shifts, his thigh presses against mine for a moment, and neither of us moves away.

Morgan spins an empty mug on the floor like a bottle. “Aria, you start. Pick your victim.”

I glance around the circle, heart fluttering.

The firelight crackles, painting them all in shadow, highlighting cheekbones and jawlines, making eyes look darker, deeper.

There’s something almost ethereal about this—all of them watching me, waiting.

Not just for the game, but for what I’ll choose to reveal.

My eyes land on Damien.

“Truth or dare, Damien?” My voice comes out huskier than I intended.

He sighs like he’s already over it, but I catch how his fingers tighten on his bicep. “Truth.”

I lean forward, feeling the air between us compress. “Could you ever share someone you were attracted to?”

The question lands like a pin drop in a quiet room.

Morgan goes still, his playfulness vanishing. Rhett shifts beside me, the heat of his body suddenly more noticeable.

“Attracted to? Or in love with?”

I suck in a breath and gaze at him, my eyes wide.

Is he…

“In love with,” I clarify softly, my smile so wide I can’t contain it.

Damien holds my gaze. “Yes.”

His answer is immediate, and it hits me harder than I expect.

He’s talking about me .

He doesn’t look at anyone but me when he says it.

Morgan whistles low. “Didn't see that coming.” But there’s tension in his voice, something expectant.

“Don't read into it,” Damien says, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward, closing the circle tighter. “It’s not about control. It’s about trust.”

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.

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.”