CAVE MAN NEED WIFE (The First Mountain Man Book 2)

by Frankie Love

  “Well, you have one hell of a story to tell now.”

  She wipes the tears from her eyes. “Yeah, except I don’t exactly have a computer to type it out on. Heck, I don’t have pen or paper. There is nothing here. It feels insane to think there isn’t a single book that’s ever been written.”

  “I bet we could make some paper. Didn’t the Egyptians figure it out? Why not us?”

  She smiles. “You’re being so nice to me.”

  “I was a bit of a dick yesterday, wasn’t I?”

  She nods. “Pretty much. You came in pretty heavy handed, you know?”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t have lots of experience with women. Before or after I wound up here.”

  She scoffs, reaching for the fish. “I don’t believe that.”

  “Why not?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Look at you. You’re… very handsome.”

  I laugh. “Even though I haven’t used soap in six years?”

  “Even though.” She presses her lips together, thinking. “So, you saved Sergeant Langham’s life?”

  I nod. “Yeah, he was a good man, wish he had been with us in the caves because maybe he could have seen a way out before I ended up here.”

  “How many of you were there?”

  “Five of us, but I don’t think anyone else time travelled, because I haven’t seen a soul.”

  “But this jungle is massive, right? You could have spread out in different directions.”

  “It’s possible. The portal I went through sure wasn’t in the same location where we’d been.”

  “So this is really it?” she says. “You’ve tried to find other people, another way out, and there’s nothing?”

  “I’m sorry, Rosalie. We can go look again, every day if you want. I just, I’ve tried so many times, looked so many places, and there was nothing. And then there was you.” She blinks back tears again and I hate her blue eyes looking so damn sad. “I wish there was a way. I know you don’t want to be here, not with me, and—”

  “No, it’s not that,” she says. “It’s not you. I think you’re the most confident man I’ve ever known and the most handsome too. I’m just thinking of never saying goodbye to the people I love. Never seeing them again…”

  “I know,” I tell her, pulling her to my chest, letting her cry against me. “I hate thinking about Grandma Sarah and Grandpa Mac, them never knowing what happened to me. I’m not much of a crier, but I sure as hell have shed some tears over the years.”

  “It’s a lot to process, but…” She looks up at me. “As crazy as it sounds, I am happy you are the one here with me.”

  “You mean that?” I ask. “Because I kind of thought you hated me.”

  She laughs. “Until you kissed me.”

  “Damn, then I should have done that last night.”

  “You can kiss me now, Rock.”

  “I don’t want to pressure you into something–”

  She doesn’t let me finish. She presses her lips to mine and this time, I don’t pass the fuck out. Instead I am turned the hell on.

  Damn, her lips are soft and her curves are everything. Her eyes find mine. I get lost in them, and I’ve relieved to see they’re not brimming with tears – this time Rosalie is filled with desire.

  I kiss her more deeply, our tongues entwined and my hands running though her long golden locks. Her moans against my mouth tell me she is craving something nice and hard and I’m glad that I can fucking deliver the meal she really needs.

  I draw her to me, and my cock is hard as she climbs on top of me, straddling me in a way I dreamt about.

  My leg hurts, but her touch makes the pain fade away.

  “Tell me to stop if your leg–”

  “I’m not telling you to stop, ever.”

  She laughs, his warm breath against my ear, and I squeeze her curvy ass. “I’m a virgin,” she tells me.

  I groan. “Fuck, Rosie, you teasing me?”

  She licks her lips. “What, is that like, hot or something?” Her eyes tell me she knows just how sexy that confession is.

  I chuckle. “God, you are an angel.”

  “When you kiss me,” she whispers in my ear. “I feel so hot inside. What will it feel like when you touch me?”

  “Let’s find out,” I say, rolling her to her back. On my side, I watch as she eases off her tee shirt, her bikini bottoms hiding her virgin hole, her top hiding her full, round tits. “Good, I want your ass to be mine.”

  She shimmies off the top and bottoms, lying in the jungle, in my little hut, naked and willing. Ready for me to touch her sweetness, taste her, have my way with her.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, taking her in, the strip of hair over her mound, her round breasts and hard nipples. My cock rages at the sight of so much beauty.

  “Let me help you,” she says, untying my loincloth. She gasps as she does, seeing my cock in all its glory. Ten inches, easy. Thick and hard, and I know when I fill up her cunt she is going to be screaming my name, pleasure dripping from her sweet pussy.

  “I’m so fucking hard for you.”

  “I see that,” she says with a smile, licking her lips.

  “But I want to taste you. I’ve been eating meat for six years. Not a single sweet. I want to lick you up and down. Don’t you think it’s time I had my dessert?”

  She moans as she lies down, opening her knees for me, and I run my hand over her body, her thighs and tummy, her tits. Her pussy is wet, juicy, ripe. And I run my tongue over her, spreading her lips open wide to really enjoy the offering.

  “You taste like honey,” I tell her, my fingers teasing her up and down, circling her clit with my tongue as I begin to make her sweet little pussy drip some more.

  She is eager, and horny, and she may be a virgin, but she has a cunt that’s ready for a me.

  “I’ve never… you’re the only… so good… ” She loses her train of thought as I add a second finger, opening her pussy even more, knowing she needs this if I’m going to take her with my length later.

  And I sure as hell am planning on it.

  7

  Rosalie

  As Rock touches me, I know he’s changing me from the inside out.

  I wanted to tell him that my father is the man he saved, but it felt like sharing that was admitting that being here might be more than a random act – that it might be fate.

  I decide to give in to what we are both craving, to see how it feels to be with him, before confessing our connection.

  And I’m glad I chose to go this route, because as Rock touches me, making my pussy drip and my core tighten, I feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel safer with him, now that he is being intimate with me. As he caresses my body, kisses my breasts, my mouth, my earlobes, he is opening me up in a way I’ve never been opened before. In a way I’ve been waiting for my entire life.

  “Oh, Rock,” I whimper. “That feels… so… good.”

  He adds another finger and I’m near bursting. I find myself riding against his hand, my pussy craving the depth of his touch. My body is on fire, and then I’m panting, his name on my lips and my body shaking as I come, the walls of my pussy shuddering as he keeps moving against me, fingering me as he makes me his.

  The orgasm is wild, an intense ride I’ve never experienced before.

  “Oh God,” I moan as he stills his hand at my pussy, his fingers still inside me, and I wrap my arms around him, needing him closer. I kiss him with more than interest – I kiss him with passion and a fire within me that won’t go out.

  “I know you have an injury, but do you think… can we…” I bite my bottom lip, wanting him to say that yes, we can go all the way because that is all I want right now. Now that he has turned me on, I can’t go back to before.

  “You asking if I want to fuck your pretty little cunt?” he asks, his words filthy and intoxicating.

  I nod. “Please. That’s what I want, Rock. I want you to fill me up with your cock, I want you to touch me as I com
e.”

  “Damn, I didn’t think a sweet thing like you had such a mouth. And I think if you climb on top of me again, then we will be just fine,” he tells me.

  I smile, liking the way he looks at me. “You made me feel so good, I want to make you feel good too.”

  I straddle him, my pussy still so wet, my need so real. He massages my breasts, drawing me close so he can suck on them, one then the other, his tongue twirling around my nipple, and I begin to stroke his long, thick shaft.

  “I’ve never touched a cock before,” I admit.

  “And what do you think?”

  “I think it’s bigger than I imagined.”

  He grins. “That’s because I’m a cave man, darling.”

  I laugh, but also begin to whimper because his hand runs over my ass, squeezing my cheeks and making me feel so deliciously wanted.

  “Are you okay?” he asks as I stroke him, grinding my pussy against his length.

  I nod. “I’m so good.”

  “You’ll be better if you lift your ass and sink down on my cock.”

  “You think I can take you?” I lick my lips, sure his massive size is going to split me.

  “Nice and slow, Rosie, you got this.”

  He nudges my ass up, and I lock eyes with him as I begin to ease him inside of me, so very slowly. An inch at a time, moaning loudly as I do, my core on fire. It hurts in the most incredible, soul-searching way. Like he is on this journey through time with me and it’s just the two of us here, forever. Together. And I don’t know if I believed in miracles before, but this moment is absolute bliss and it might be as close to magic as I’ve ever known.

  I gasp as he fills me. My pussy, it’s hot and tight, but he is right – nice and slow, somehow he is filling me, and I am against him, and he wraps me in his arms, and I swear I want this moment to last a lifetime.

  “Oh, Rock,” I moan, tears in my eyes, but this is not me in agony, not looking for a way back – the tears fill my eyes because I want to stay in this moment for the rest of time.

  “Don’t stop,” he tells me, his cock buried inside me. He laces his fingers with mine and I fall into whatever trap he’s laid. I want to be caught. Captured. His.

  I move my hips, ever so slightly, his size penetrating me in a way I didn’t know was possible. And when he tells me he’s close, I know I am too. I move faster, coming against him, my juices coating him, and I need him to come deep inside of me, to prove that this is all real. He is real.

  “Fuck,” he growls, my cave man coming, and I smile, lost in the ecstasy of him and me—us.

  When we finish, I roll off him and he tucks me in close, under his arm, and kisses me again and I close my eyes, memorizing everything.

  “You believe in falling in love in a day?” he asks me.

  I open my eyes, catching my breath. “Before you, never. Now?” I close my eyes, choosing my words. He kisses my forehead. I adjust myself, resting a hand on his chest, looking at him directly. “My dad is Sergeant Langham,” I tell him.

  “What?” he shakes his head. “What do you mean?”

  I smile, shaking my head. “I know, it’s crazy. But he’s my dad. I’m Rosalie Langham and we’re from Fort Worth, Texas, and he was always away on missions my whole life. I remember when he came home from Baghdad. He said a good man named Rockwell saved his life, that he’d give that man anything.”

  “That’s crazy,” Rock says in disbelief.

  “You know how I told you I wanted my dad to give his blessing to whoever I ended up with?”

  Rock nods, tucking back a lock of my hair.

  “I think he did, Rock. I think… maybe you are right. Maybe this was fate. Me finding that portal, finding you. I mean, what are the chances?”

  “Pretty damn slim.” Rock pulls me to him, kissing me softly. “You saying you want to marry me?”

  I laugh. “I guess maybe I am. You said you needed a wife and, well, I want to be your bride.”

  “I can’t give you a white wedding dress or a church. Hell, I can hardly keep you safe.”

  “We will keep one another safe,” I tell him.

  “It’s been one day, Rosalie. You ready for these kinds of promises?”

  “You suddenly scared of commitment?” I trace a heart on his firm chest.

  He shakes his head. “No. With you, I’m not scared of anything.”

  And if it had ended there, it would have been perfect.

  But just then another saber-toothed tiger jumps into our clearing, ready to fight.

  8

  Rock

  By the time I shoot that fucking beast, I am down to two bullets and this isn’t looking good.

  “We gotta find a new home,” I tell Rosalie, who is shaking, scared, just watching the third saber-tooth take a bullet.

  It’s time to man the fuck up and protect my woman.

  “Where will we go?” she asks.

  “Not sure. We can move toward the ocean, might be safer there.”

  She nods. “How can you walk?”

  When I look down at my leg, it’s bleeding again. “It’s not so bad. I don’t want to wait, Rosalie, until another tiger shows up and something… I can’t lose you.”

  “I can’t lose you, either.”

  “Then that settles it. We’re going to move. I can make a crutch. We hardly have anything to take, anyways.”

  “This location seems so picture perfect,” she says. “The pool of water, the cave.”

  “I know, but this is clearly where the tigers are moving in.”

  We decide to move as fast as we can, before afternoon, knowing we need to get away from the tiger carcasses.

  I work on the crutch as Rosalie packs my old backpack with the bowl I carved, the utensils I’ve made, folding a few of the pelts up as tightly as she can and stuffing them in, tying the fishing basket to the straps. She wraps one of the furs around herself, making a little dress, and I must say, she looks pretty hot in it.

  She uses my old tee shirt to better wash and wrap my leg.

  “That tight enough?” she asks, kneeling before me.

  “I like it when you position yourself there,” I tell her and she laughs.

  “Oh yeah? What do you like about it?”

  I growl, and she knows what I mean.

  She licks her lips, then strokes me. “One for the road?” she offers with a smile.

  “Damn woman, you know I want it, but I have to protect you. And that means we’ve got to go. Now.”

  She pouts. “No fun.”

  I kiss her. “Later. Tonight. I will find us a cave to spend the night in and once we’re safely inside, you can suck my cock all you want.” She teases my balls with her fingers and I groan. “Damn, that’s not playing fair.”

  She stands, tossing me a leopard pelt. “Tie that around your waist so you can stop distracting me with that rod of yours.”

  I stand with the crutch and Rosalie takes the backpack as we prepare to leave the camp.

  “Are you sad to leave this place?” she asks as I put the fire out.

  “While in some ways it’s sad to go, it’s a new start, a new beginning for you and me. Wherever we go next, it will be us making a life there, together.”

  She stands on her tiptoes, giving me a kiss. “I’m sure glad you weren’t forced to leave earlier, you would have missed me.”

  “I think the Universe was intent on making sure I was here until you came.”

  9

  Rosalie

  We walk for days, and after a week Rock’s leg has nearly completely healed. I clean it several times a day and we stopped for two nights at a cave we thought might be a good spot, but then a wild hyena darted past him on his way to the stream, so we kept moving.

  I’m tired, my feet ache, and I just wish it was possible to know our destination.

  “The ocean is so far away,” I say, not wanting to whine.

  “It’s got to be close,” Rock says encouragingly. “I can smell the saltwater.”

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bsp; “Hey, what’s that?” I ask, pointing to something pink in the brush. I walk over to it, picking it up. It’s a tee shirt that reads Be Kind Apothecary.

  “What the hell?” Rock says.

  “There’s someone else here,” I say, gasping at the shirt. “Rock, we aren’t alone. Someone else… Hello?!” I shout. “Are you here?” I scream.

  Rock’s eyes are wild. “Damn, this is crazy.”

  “We have to find her,” I say. “Hello, anyone there?”

  “This could be from years ago,” he says. “We have no idea.”

  “Not that long. This shirt isn’t tattered to pieces.”

  “Unless…” Rock swallows. “Anything could have happened to someone out here. We’re lucky to be alive ourselves.”

  “Don’t say that.” Anger rises inside me as I stuff the shirt in the backpack. “She’s here. She has to be. Someone else is out here, Rock, we aren’t alone, and I have to believe she is alive. We have to find her.”

  “No, we have to get somewhere safe,” Rock insists. “That’s the priority.”

  Just then, we hear a cry.

  “It’s her!” I shout. “We’re here!”

  “That’s not a woman, that’s a baby,” Rock says. My mouth falls open, listening. He’s right.

  He takes me by the shoulders. “Listen, Rosalie. We have to be careful, okay? We don’t know who’s out here, and we have to stick together, okay?”

  I nod, seeing the intensity in his eyes. I take his hand, squeezing it tight. “I’m right here, at your side, every step of the way.”

  The baby cries louder and we run toward it – hands held.

  We stumble through a clearing and find ourselves in the middle of a camp.

  What in the world? There’s a hut, a fire with meat cooking over a pit. A cave with a large stone rolled to the side.

  But more importantly, there are people.

  Humans.

  A man and a woman, with a baby in her arms.

  “Oh my God,” the woman says, her eyes wide, taking us in.