Page 35 of Curvy Cabin Fever
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? Heownsthis 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 ismine, 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 isours.”
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.
Shewantsto 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.
