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

by Frankie Love

  The man – with wild hair, in a loincloth – raises a spear, protecting his family.

  But Rock shocks me most. “Holy fucking shit. Stone?”

  The man with the spear lowers his arm. “Rock? Is that you?”

  They step toward one another, and these burly, beastly men give one another big hugs, slaps on the back, grunting words of joy.

  “You’ve been here this whole time?” Rock asks.

  Stone nods. “Yeah, I woke up in that cave, in the tunnel where the blast happened. What about you?”

  Rock shakes his head. “No, I crawled through some sort of portal. It closed up behind me, but it was a week’s walk to get here.”

  “All this time… you’ve been in the Twilight Zone, same as me.” Stone shakes his head, then looks at me. “Have you been here long?”

  I shake my head. “Just over a week.”

  “I’m Skylar,” the woman says, walking toward us, smiling. The baby in her arms coos happily. “And this is Bam-Bam.”

  I smile. “Did you have him here?”

  She nods. “I time travelled a year ago. I was exploring the caves.”

  “I was on a group tour,” I tell her. “And you just happened to find Stone?”

  She smiles. “I ran right into him, thinking W.M. was about to kill me.”

  “W.M.?” I ask.

  She grins, and Stone wraps an arm around her shoulder. “Our woolly mammoth.”

  Just then, a barking wolf comes out of the cave. “No bark, Otis.” Stone shrugs. “Sorry, still trying to train our pup.”

  Rock laughs. “Hell, look at you, a modern Stone Age family.”

  Stone grins. “This woman right here pretty much saved my ass. I was going crazy alone.”

  Rock nods, still holding my hand. “Same. Rosalie finding me was fate.”

  “Are you guys hungry, tired?” Skylar exhales. “Sorry, we haven’t ever had company.”

  “Why did you set out on foot, anyways?” Stone asks us.

  I take off the backpack and tighten the knot on my shoulder where my fur dress is held together.

  “A pack of saber-tooths were getting too comfortable. I killed three in twenty-four hours and knew it was just gonna get worse. We needed a safer area.”

  “We were headed to the beach,” I add.

  Skylar pours something from an empty coconut into two small stainless-steel mugs. “Coconut and grapefruit juice. It’s my favorite.”

  She offers Rock and I each a mug. “Wow, this is fancy. A real cup.” Rock takes a long drink.

  “We got lucky,” Stone says. “Sky was out on a backpacking trip so she had a ton of gear with her.”

  Skylar smiles. “Well, the beach is nice but it’s not good for shelter. The caves are really best for that. There are a lot around here,” she adds. “You could… well, I know we just met, but… strength in numbers, right?”

  Stone nods vigorously. “Of course there is. These two aren’t leaving us. The beach is fun for a day trip, but the bugs out there are vicious.”

  Rock looks over at me, as if wanting me to approve of the plans they’ve just made for us.

  “Of course I’d rather stay,” I say laughing. “You’re fun and all, Rock,” I joke, “but it seems better to have a few more people to talk to, plus we can combine our efforts and make it easier for all of us.”

  “This is surreal,” Stone says, laughing, taking his baby from Skylar’s arms. “I did not think this was how the day was going to go.”

  Remembering the tee shirt I found, I pull it from the backpack at my feet. “Is this yours?” I ask Skylar. “I found it in the woods not too far from here.”

  She takes it from me, looking it over. “Never seen it in my life. I was in hiking clothes when I time travelled.”

  “Better than me, I was in a wetsuit,” I say, laughing, showing her the water shoes on my feet. “Wasn’t even wearing boots.”

  “Well, this isn’t mine, which means…” She looks over at the men. “I guess there are more of us out there.”

  “I hope she’s okay,” Rock says, running a hand over his beard. “I wonder if Carnage, Flint and Storm are out there together, or surviving alone?”

  Bam-Bam starts fussing and he’s passed back to his mama. Skylar begins to discreetly nurse her son and I ask what it was like to give birth out here.

  “It was scary, but Stone was trained as a paramedic, so he helped keep me calm. And while the cave isn’t the coziest home, it does keep us safe from predators.”

  As she finishes speaking, a giant woolly mammoth walks sluggishly toward us. “That must be W.M.,” I say as a bright yellow bird lands on a nearby branch.

  “And that’s Polly,” Stone tells us. “Now, you wanna find a cave that you can call home?”

  Later, in a cave big enough for a family, I watch as my man adds some kindling to the fire, lighting up our little world. There is a heavy stone rolled in front of the entrance to keep us safe, and we are basically one house over from Stone and Skylar.

  Rock turns to me. “You sure you are happy here?” he asks.

  “So happy.”

  We spent hours by the campfire, talking, the four of us getting to know one another. On the surface, Skylar and I don’t have a ton in common, and I am slightly envious of her natural survival skills, but she is fun and outgoing, and hilarious. And it was amazing to listen to Stone and Rock tell stories about their time in Special Ops.

  Stone was shocked to hear that my dad was his old sergeant, but he said ultimately, he wasn’t surprised. That this place seems like destiny, bringing people together who were always meant to be.

  Rock lies down next to me on the bed the guys put together for us using palm leaves and dried grasses, covering it with pelts.

  “I’m happy too. A little stunned, but in a good way.”

  I roll over to face him, the warmth of the fire making the blanket draped over me unnecessary. I shove it aside, letting Rock’s arms wrap tight around me.

  “It’s like we moved to the suburbs,” I joke.

  “Now you’re going to start talking about getting a dog, a picket fence, some kids.”

  I press a finger to the tip of his nose. “You’re the one who led with wanting babies when we met.”

  “Will you ever forgive me for being such an idiot?” he asks.

  “You were just being a cave man.”

  He chuckles, his hand running up my thigh. “I see what you did there.”

  “And I see what you’re doing there,” I say, eyeing his hand placement.

  I kiss him, hard. With all the love in my heart.

  “Why don’t we start working on baby number one?” I say, nibbling his ear. “Now.”

  He growls right back at me. “Number one? Sweetheart, why don’t you let your cave man give you two for the price of one.”

  I laugh. “Twins do run in my family.”

  “Lucky me,” he says, his hand between my thighs.

  “Lucky us,” I add, deliriously in love with the cave man I never knew I needed.

  Epilogue 1

  Rock

  One year later…

  Her favorite part of the day is when the two of us walk to the nearby waterfall for an hour before dinner. It’s my favorite too because it’s when my wife strips down to nothing and I can see her pregnant belly in all its glory.

  “God, you look gorgeous,” I tell her as she slips off her leopard print dress.

  “Oh shush,” she groans. “I look like a whale.”

  “Not even a little,” I say, stepping up behind her. Running my hands over her belly, then her full, round breasts.

  “You know what I was thinking about all afternoon while you and Stone were building that gazebo?”

  “What? That it will be nice to sit under it while we eat dinner to avoid the direct sunlight?”

  She laughs, looking at me over her shoulder. “No, I was thinking how sexy you looked when you were lifting the beams.”

  I massage her breasts. �
��Did it make you hot?”

  She sighs. “So hot.”

  “Good, because you wanna know what I was thinking about all afternoon?”

  “What?”

  “How cute you look writing your poetry on those rock slabs I found you.”

  She smiles. “I never thought I’d be a poet, but it sure is more practical considering the instruments I’m using.”

  “What were you writing today?”

  “Working on a love poem for our little one.” She runs her hands over her belly. “I’m so excited, but nervous too.”

  “I think all new parents feel that way, Rosie.”

  “Are we going to be okay?” she asks, turning toward me.

  “Remember our wedding day? You were so nervous then too, but we stood on the beach, that sparking blue water behind us, a clear sky above, and what did you say?”

  Rosie smiles softly. “I said that fate found us, and we were smart enough to follow her lead.”

  “Fate has brought us to this moment, too,” I tell her, kissing her softly. “I love you, Rosie. No matter how hard it might be, I will be your man through all of it.”

  She shakes her head, running her hand over my cock. “No, Rock. You’re my cave man.”

  She kisses me deeply, her body needing mine. We move into the water, swimming to the waterfall. We move under it, then, shielded by the water in front of us, we relax in our little cocoon. She sidles up to me, offering me her ass, and I squeeze it, drawing her closer. There’s a rock in the water that I sit on, pulling her ass against my cock, spreading her thighs so her sweet pussy can sink down on me. Right where it belongs. Home.

  “Oh, you feel so good,” she moans as I fill her up, remembering our first time, when her wet and juicy cunt was primed for me.

  “I love you,” I tell her, my cock raging and hard, her tits bouncing as she grinds her sweet slit against me.

  “I’m gonna come so fast,” she moans.

  “Then I’ll have to take you again.”

  She whimpers in pleasure as she gets off the way she needs. My cock surges with desire, coming hard and deep in her creamy hole.

  She melts against me when she finishes. “I need to cool off!” She dunks herself in the cool water of the pond, then comes up for air laughing. “God, I was so horny for you.”

  I join her in the water, my cock still hard as hell. “Good, because I’m your man, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  When the contractions start, she panics. “Skylar is still with Stone at the pineapple grove,” she says.

  “They will be back soon,” I tell her. “Don’t worry. Just take deep breaths, and let’s keep walking around as long as you can, okay?”

  Just then, her water breaks and she grabs my hands, squeezing them so tight I swear this woman of mine might break my damn knuckles.

  “I’m so scared.”

  “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

  I keep her hydrated, boil water, triple check the knife that’s been sharpened and sanitized for cutting the cord, the baby blanket that is part of my old sleeping bag.

  When the contractions draw close together, I begin to panic a bit too, but there is nothing we can do – the baby is coming fast.

  “I think I need to push,” she says.

  “Follow your instincts,” I tell her. “I’m right here.”

  When the baby emerges, crying, tears fill my fucking eyes. We did it. Our baby is here.

  But then, Rosalie’s eyes widen. “Oh my God, there is another one!”

  If there was a time to panic, this is it – but thankfully Skylar, Bam-Bam and Stone run into the clearing, seeing us.

  “She had the baby?!” Skylar races toward us.

  “Help!” Rosalie pants through another contraction. “It’s twins!”

  That night, with our baby girls safely swaddled, I sit next to my wife, staring at our little miracles. “You did it,” I say, holding one of our girls as she holds the other.

  “I can’t believe we have two daughters,” she whispers. “What should we name them?”

  “What about one after your sister, Samantha?”

  She nods. “And the other after your grandma, Sarah?”

  “It’s perfect.”

  “Look at us, a little family of four.” Rosalie smiles. “How will we tell them apart?”

  “We can dress one in tiger stripes and the other in bear hide?”

  Rosie laughs. “Did you ever in a million years think you’d say that sentence?”

  “Never. But I also never in a million years thought I would be so damn lucky.”

  “Pretty sentimental for a cave man.”

  “A cave daddy now.”

  Rosalie nestles her head against my shoulder. “I love you, and I’m glad you were so intent on getting yourself a wife.”

  “Now I will never let her go.”

  “Never.” She lifts her chin, kissing me. And I may be a bit of a softie, but I am a girl dad now. Things have changed.

  And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  Epilogue 2

  Flint

  Cave Man Make Baby

  The last things I remember, before falling through the floor of the cave, were the shouts to take cover from my brothers-in-arms. That’s the last time I heard from Carnage, Stone, Rock, and Storm. The blast from a grenade exploded, surely ending whatever life they hoped to have.

  The men I served with for years in Special Ops are nowhere to be seen – I am alone.

  They didn’t make it.

  Now, I come to consciousness, trying to figure out where the hell I am. When the grenade went off, the ground beneath me opened up and I fell.

  Fell so damn far.

  I pull myself to a seat, freezing cold, in a very shallow stream of water, only a few inches deep. I look up, not seeing the ceiling of the cavern clearly. The distance is remarkable – twenty feet above me, at least, vines and jagged rocks everywhere. But there is no gaping hole above where I could have fallen from. Maybe I floated downstream, but the water doesn’t seem deep enough to have carried my body.

  I stand, my bones aching and my muscles sore. But that might be from weeks of crawling through small spaces as we looked for our target in the Yucatan Peninsula. I sure as hell hope the fucker who threw the grenade got blasted by it.

  I pull out my radio, wanting to let the higher ups know ASAP that the mission has been compromised. That I might be the only man left standing. I grunt, hoping like hell that’s not the case. I never had a family of my own, a woman to love – hell, never had anyone – until these guys. And the idea of losing them? I shake my head, looking for a radio signal, praying even though I’ve never been much of a religious man. Times like these test your faith.

  “Alpha-225, mission Black Dog Nite.”

  There is no answer, and I mess with the antennae, knowing this satellite is the most durable of its kind. No way would the signal get knocked out from a fall.

  Downstream, there’s light, and so I begin to walk toward it, hoping that it gets me closer to a signal.

  As I walk along the underground stream, I take in the insects crawling on the walls. They are huge – beetles the size of my foot and spiders that are bright green.

  The light is farther away than I expected, and I stumble, nearly face-planting on a pile of rocks.

  I’m getting dizzy. Maybe it was the fall, or the fact I’ve been running on fumes for days. Sitting on a rock, hoping there isn’t some big ass bug next to me, I catch my breath. From my backpack, I pull out my jug of water and down the whole damn thing.

  I look around, feeling like it’s too damn quiet, too damn still. Like this place has never been explored before – and I know we are in the jungle, but this feels different – looks different too. A lizard crawls through a crevice in the wall, jutting its big eyes at me – and damn, this thing looks fucking prehistoric with its long tail and scaly body. This isn’t an amphibian you can buy at the damn pet store.

  My eyes follow it as it jump
s from rock to rock, and then something small and amber-colored catches my eye, tucked between a rock and the cave floor. Everything else around is either green or brown – this stands out, looking like a gemstone.

  I bend down to pick it up, realizing it’s not a lost treasure. It’s an egg the size of my hand, and it’s coated in thick amber, as if crystalized.

  Huh. Looks ancient, like – if it didn’t sound crazy – some prehistoric dino egg from Jurassic Park.

  I put my water away, pulling my pack back on before walking toward the light, carrying the egg in my hand.

  The closer I get to the cave’s exit, the louder things become. It isn’t until I step outside that I see why. Before me is the ocean, wild and crashing, a sight I am happy to see.

  The radio, though, still won’t work.

  I know there are hotels all along this stretch of ocean – luxury high rise condos and massive all-inclusive resorts. Cancun is a few hours north, but all along the coast there are towns and cities boasting large tourist epicenters.

  But as I look up and down this stretch of sea, all I see is the ocean and the jungle. Not a hotel in sight.

  Then my eyes widen as something runs out of the tree line. It’s a giant lizard, the size of a car.

  What the fuck.

  And it’s being chased by an ape that is two times as tall as me.

  I’m 6’4” so that’s saying something.

  I look at the egg in my hand, wondering where the hell I fell to. Because this isn’t the 21st century.

  I’m in the goddamn Stone Age.

  CAVE MAN MAKE BABY NOW: ORDER

  About Frankie

  Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.

  As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.

  She also believes in the power of a quickie.