Page 29 of Curvy Cabin Fever

ARIA

T he 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.

“Damien—” I say, but he shakes his head, a smile lifting the corners of his lips.

“I’ll give you three some space,” he interrupts, voice low but sure.

I start to protest, to ask him to stay, but he leans down and brushes a reassuring kiss against my hair.

“You’re allowed to be with them too,” he murmurs. “It doesn’t take anything away from what we have.”

I grip his hand, just for a second. He squeezes back and lets go.

And then he’s gone—into the hall, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

He’s not leaving me—he’s just letting me have this.

Rhett kisses me first.

It’s rougher than before, but there’s no anger in it now—it’s laced with pure need. His hands grip my waist like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me.

Morgan’s behind me in an instant, his chest warm against my back, lips brushing my ear. His hands slide beneath my shirt, skimming up my ribs until I arch into both of them.

“Are you sure about this?” Rhett murmurs against my mouth.

I nod, breathless. “Yes. I want both of you.”

Morgan groans low behind me. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

I’ve never had two men want me like this.

They move together, like magnets finally giving in.

Rhett pulls my shirt off slowly, his fingers brushing my skin reverently.

Morgan kisses down the back of my neck, unhooking my bra with skilled fingers.

I shiver between them, heat pooling low in my belly as their hands and mouths explore different parts of my aching body.

Rhett drops to his knees, his mouth trailing fervent kisses down my stomach while Morgan presses open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder, down my spine.

When Rhett slips my leggings down, Morgan kneels with him, their shoulders brushing as they bare me together.

My breath catches.

They’re both looking at me like I’m something sacred. Like I’m theirs .

Morgan leans in first, kissing the inside of my thigh. Then Rhett does the same on the other side, mirroring him. My legs tremble.

“Fuck,” I whisper, fingers sliding into Rhett’s hair, the other hand gripping Morgan’s shoulder. “I won’t last long like this.”

“Not yet, baby,” Morgan smirks. “We’ve barely started.”

And then his tongue flicks over my clit slowly, while Rhett presses kisses lower, rougher, biting softly against the tender skin just above where I need him.

I cry out, hips bucking. They work together—Rhett using his fingers, Morgan his tongue—alternating pressure and pace until I’m nothing but sensation.

I come hard, gasping, shaking, held between them.

But they don’t stop.

Morgan lifts me into his lap, settling on the rug with me straddling him. Rhett watches from beside us, panting like he’s barely holding on.

“Rhett,” I whisper, reaching for him.

He crawls closer, capturing my lips in another kiss—hungrier this time. Morgan kisses my neck as I grind against him, my body already desperate again.

“Tell us what you want,” Morgan rasps.

“I want you both,” I breathe. “Inside me. Together.”

Rhett stills.

Morgan pulls back slightly. “We don’t have to rush that, sweetheart.”

I look at Rhett, searching his eyes. There’s fire there. Fear too. But more than anything—want.

“I’m not scared,” I whisper. “I trust you.”

He leans forward, our foreheads press together. “Then tell us how you want it.”

I guide Morgan back onto the rug, straddling him as he lines himself up and slides into me with a groan, deep and slow and perfect.

I ride him slowly, watching Rhett behind me—watching the conflict break apart in his expression as he strokes himself, watching my body take Morgan inch by inch. His eyes are locked on the way I move, on the way Morgan disappears into me over and over, wet and needy and shameless.

Rhett wants to touch me—I see it in the tight set of his jaw, the twitch in his fingers.

So I offer it. I reach for him. “Rhett,” I murmur. “Come here.”

He shifts forward on his knees, his hand still wrapped around his cock, swollen and slick. I hold his gaze as I lean in, lips parting.

That’s all he needs.

Rhett groans low in his chest as I take him into my mouth, slow and hungry. His hand tangles in my hair, but not to guide me—just to hold on.

“Fuck, Aria…” he growls, breath ragged.

Morgan thrusts harder beneath me, his hands gripping my hips, groaning as he watches me suck Rhett’s cock while I ride his. The pace builds, all three of us moving together now—my body pulsing, stretched and filled in every way.

Rhett hisses through his teeth when I swirl my tongue around the tip, sucking him deeper. He’s trying to hold back—I can feel it in the way his thighs tremble, in the way his hand tightens in my hair.

“God, she’s perfect,” Morgan pants beneath me. “She was fucking made for this.”

Rhett’s breathing turns to growls. “You’re gonna make me…Aria—fuck?—”

I moan around him, my own climax building again. My whole body is heat and friction and pleasure. Rhett’s cock pulses on my tongue a split second before he explodes, spilling into my mouth as Morgan slams deep and stills, his body jerking as he comes hard inside me.

I swallow everything Rhett gives me, every drop, moaning through it as Morgan holds me down on him, throbbing inside me.

We’re panting. Shaking.

Sweating and stunned.

And I’ve never felt so owned…or so free.

We collapse in a tangled heap, limbs loose and heavy, our breaths ragged in the quiet hum of the fire.

Morgan wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close until my chest rests against his. His heartbeat drums steady beneath my cheek, still racing, but slowing with every breath.

Rhett settles beside us, one arm slung over his eyes like he can’t quite believe what just happened. But his other hand finds mine, fingers entwining with mine against the rug.

No one speaks right away—we can’t.

There’s no need . The silence isn’t awkward.

All the tension that has existed between us seems to finally be melting away.

Rhett turns his head toward me, his voice low and hoarse. “You good?”

I nod, too blissed out to form full words. “Better than good.”

Morgan presses a kiss to my forehead, his voice a murmur. “You’re fucking incredible.”

I close my eyes and let myself be held—one hand in Rhett’s, one leg tangled with Morgan’s—and think, maybe I can have this.

Maybe this doesn’t have to be impossible.