Holiday Heat Wave

by Mickey Miller

  “Man your stations!” King Newgatu shouted in a panic, but it was too late.

  From my cage I could see Jacob’s jaguars overtaking everyone in sight. The Newgatu tribe was scattering everywhere. I smiled.

  Then suddenly I felt the slap of a paw on my back. It knocked me down, but I screamed and fell to the ground. The rogue beast wasn’t done. I was on my back, the hyena’s paw on my throat. I tried with all my strength to move, but I couldn’t. That was one hell of a strong beast.

  “Finish her!” King Newgatu shouted from somewhere. I flailed my arms, but it was no use. Zara was strong as hell and had me pinned down. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst. How cocky I was to think I could escape the prophecy.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Just as Zara raised his paw to strike me down, there was a noise at the opposite end of the cage. I opened my eyes. To my amazement, there was a jaguar prying apart the bars of the cage. Holy shit. Those are iron bars.

  Zara jumped off of me to attack the other beast. This jaguar didn’t even seem phased at all or scared. As Zara pounced, the jaguar simply moved to the side, then jumped on top of Zara, striking him in the face and tossing him out of the cage with ease and onto the ground many feet below.

  I thought out loud.

  Jacob’s voice said to me.

 

  “I’m right here,” Jacob boomed. He pulled himself up into the cage where the jaguar had pried apart the bars.

  “Jacob!” I ran toward him and squeezed my arms around his body. He did the same. I never wanted to let go of this position, feeling his chin resting on top of my head.

  “We beat it, baby,” he said. “We beat the prophecy.”

  “So we’re free?” I looked up at him.

  “Yes. Although I’m going to pretend for the rest of today that you didn’t completely disobey me and run off when you were under the guard of Shooter.”

  “Oh yeah, about that—”

  “Shh. Don’t worry about it, Andrea. The only thing that matters right now is that you’re back home, safe. And more so with these little guys inside you.”

  Jacob rubbed my belly. I took a step back.

  “Are you saying I’m pregnant already? With…more then one baby?”

  “Oh yes. I’m very virile.”

  I laughed, because, you know, who says that? Very virile. Wow. The king was kind of cocky. But I liked it.

  “But I’ve been on the pill,” I countered.

  “Andrea,” he said as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have been able to contact you psychically today if we hadn’t been mated.”

  My heart beat sped up and I arched an eyebrow at him. “But it’s only been three days since the first time we…”

  “And that’s just enough time, thank God.”

  “I…don’t know what to say. But Jacob, I love you.”

  He wrapped his hands around my face and brought my lips to his.

  “And I love you. Now let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  * * *

  One jaguar chariot ride later, we arrived back in the royal bedroom. First, I had stopped by to see Amy, who had been thankful to see me alive. But now I needed to get to sleep. “I’m exhausted,” I said and lay down on the bed. Jacob lay down next to me and spooned me.

  “Me too,” he answered. “I haven’t slept in—shit—I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I was out looking for you.”

  “Let’s go to sleep,” I said. “We can think about this baby stuff later. I’m absolutely destroyed right now.”

  Jacob’s big body wrapped me up like a blanket. His arms completely surrounded me. I felt so small against his big, burly chest. His hands rested on my breasts—for warmth, I guess. Whatever—I loved how they felt.

  We lay down and began to drift off.

  As I lay, not quite sleeping, I felt something throbbing between my legs. I was having one of those dreams where you’re not quite sure where you are. I woke up, startled, and whipped my head around.

  “Hi,” Jacob said.

  “Well hello to you, too,” I responded. I looked down at Jacob’s throbbing member. “Looks like someone is awake.”

  Jacob laughed.

  “It’s your fault, Andrea. If you weren’t so damn sexy this wouldn’t keep happening.”

  I smiled. “I think I’ll allow it.” I kissed him on the lips as we both lay on our side. Then I worked my way down his body, kissing him every inch along the way. I watched his cock as it got bigger and harder.

  He smiled and rolled over onto his back. By that time, I was passing his belly button with my kisses. I put my hand on his cock and ran it up and down. I licked it up and down on the sides, and ran both hands up and down the big, thick rod.

  “You know just how to tease a man, Andrea,” he said.

  I smiled. If this wasn’t the best blowjob of his life, I was going to be disappointed with myself. I was feeling like getting as dirty as possible with the king today. I mean, why not? I was his girl. I wasn’t a one-night stand, like I had feared. Plus, he had just saved my life. A life save was worth a top notch blowjob for life as far as I was concerned.

  Jacob moaned as I stroked his hard length with both hands from the base to the tip. I added my mouth, making it as wet as possible, and he went even more wild, throwing his hands on my head.

  “Could you get any harder?” I looked up at him.

  “Oh my God, baby, you are so fucking sexy from this angle; you have no idea,” Jacob he growled.

  I bobbed my head up and down, bringing him deeper and deeper into my mouth. My brown hair flipped up and down with every stroke. He was so hard; I wanted him to be inside me so much.

  “Oh shit, here it comes,” he said.

  I felt the base of his cock pulse as he shot strand after strand of warm come into my mouth and throat. I tried like hell to suck it all up, but it was just too much. I drooled a bunch of it. I sat up for a second.

  “Wow, do you look hot with the king’s come on you,” he smirked.

  “Do I?” I smiled. I felt so naughty.

  “So fucking hot. Don’t stop. I need you to jump on my cock now.”

  I was wet as hell already, so this wasn’t a problem. But I still had to ask him something.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to, you know, recover?” I asked him.

  Jacob laughed.

  “Andrea, we’ve been through this. This is mating season. I know you’re already pregnant, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to stop enjoying ourselves.”

  I lay on my back and waited for the king to fill me up. I grabbed the base of his cock and guided it into me, slowly at first. I was still a little tender from the day before.

  “Oh my God, you are so tight, my love,” Jacob said, staring right into my eyes.

  “And you are as hard as a rock. I didn’t think it was possible, but your penis actually seems like it’s bigger than it was before.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, and it’s—”

  —it’s hitting my G-Spot, I meant to say. But the words didn’t come out because I was moaning like hell. Jesus, the man’s cock was perfectly carved to fill me up in all the right places.

  I lowered myself onto him, leaned back and put my arms on the bed beside his legs. Jacob grabbed my hips and pushed in deeper.

  “Oh,” I moaned. That was the spot! Right there. Jacob could tell.

  “Come for me, Andrea, come hard,” he said. Jacob put one hand on my boobs and another on my clit and started to rub. It pushed me over the edge.

  I screamed as I orgasmed.

  They say female orgasms can last up to two minutes. Well, this one might have lasted even longer. Right as I started spasming, Jacob noticed and thrust into me harder. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head down into his chest as his hips slapped my skin hard. I could feel the full length of his long cock running up and down my clit
. My large breasts were bouncing up and down against his chest.

  I know I said I didn’t want to alert the whole village that Jacob and I were making love on a regular basis, but it appears I was lying when I said that. I have a problem. I’ll start telling the truth soon, I promise.

  I gushed and tightened, and Jacob must have felt the pressure because he began to come as well. Feeling him pulsating like he was amplified my own orgasm. And I just. Kept. Coming.

  “It’s so hot when you come all over my big cock,” Jacob said.

  I whined. “Come in me, Jacob.”

  Chills ran through my entire body. The waves of pleasure came intensely as Jacob intensified his lovemaking and came inside me. Jacob’s thrusts slowed and stopped. I lay my head on his chest in sweaty, post-carnal ecstasy. Jacob massaged my head with his strong hand. I lifted myself off of him and looked up at the ceiling.

  “This has been one hell of a day, Jacob,” I said. “From almost dying, to psychically connecting, to knowing I’m apparently pregnant, to the second-best orgasm I’ve had in a while.”

  “Second-best?” he said a little jealously, taking the bait.

  “Well, nothing is going to beat that first waterfall when I gushed with you, to be honest.”

  “Maybe, but we can try,” he said, smiling at me.

  “Sounds good. But can we take a rest for like ten minutes? Seriously, this whole having sex around the clock thing is new to me.”

  “How about five?” Jacob said.

  He had rolled over on his side toward me. His cock was already starting to get hard, again!

  “Damn, Jacob, don’t you ever rest?”

  “Not while you’re around,” he said. “It’s your fault for bringing this out in me anyways.”

  “Hmm. Well, when we were interrupted a while back, I believe you were working your way down on me. How about we pick that up where we left off?”

  “As you wish, my Queen,” Jacob said.

  Jacob kissed me on the lips and worked his way down my body.

  “But I also must tell you.” Jacob paused on his way down my body. “I may have to punish you for your misbehavior today. You should never disobey your king.”

  “Punish . . . me?”

  “Yes.” Jacob smiled. “But don’t worry. It’s nothing a strong girl like you won’t be able to handle.” Jacob nodded toward the wall. I saw a pair of vine cuffs.

  “Fine, Jacob, as long as it’s just you doing the punishing,” I added.

  Jacob worked his way down and covered my clit completely with his mouth.

  It was going to be another fun afternoon.

  I arched my back.

  “Jacob. Oh my Gosh.”

  Chapter NINETEEN – Jake (or, better to list as epilogue?)

  I had slept on and off all night. The truth was that I could tell Andrea was tossing and turning, and her uneasiness in turn bred uneasiness in me. I wasn’t mad; it was just a fact that I would, for the rest of my life, not be totally at peace unless she was. She’d been moaning periodically all night and it worried me.

  As the faint winter sunlight began to shine through the window, she spoke in her sleep again.

  “Jacob, oh Jacob,” Andrea moaned. “Oh my gosh.”

  “I’m here baby,” I whispered, wrapping my arms tighter around her as we stirred in bed. I loved the feel of her hips and ass pressed into mine as I slept. “You okay? Why are you calling me Jacob?”

  She spun her head toward me. “Jacob? Where am I?” Her eyes grew wide, and she darted her head between the bed and the ceiling, as if confused.

  “You’re at home baby, in bed. You feeling better yet?”

  “The last thing I remembered I was in Jarona, and I was with the King, and, and King Newgatu came after me…”

  I chuckled. “Sounds like you had a crazy dream.” I considered the name. “I don’t like that name for some reason. ‘Newgatu?’ Sounds familiar.”

  “Dream? No way that could have been a dream. There was the ritual that you performed, and then I was looking for my father and I never found him. You were there too! Except you were a King! And what happened to Amy?”

  “That sounds like an epic Nyquil trip! I was the King, you say? Damn. I should have taken a couple of swigs of that stuff too,” I smiled.

  “I cannot believe that was just a Nyquil trip.” Her expression conveyed confusion as she lay on her back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’ve never, ever had a dream like that. It was so vivid.”

  I felt her forehead. “Well, whatever it was, you feel better now. Not as hot. Well, check that, you are as hot as yesterday, just your temperature isn’t there.”

  She spun her body around so that we were both on our sides, facing each other, under the warmth of the covers. She smiled. I wrapped her head with my hand and brought her lips to mine. We closed our eyes, kissed, and released. She shook her head.

  “That was just…the craziest dream ever. So vivid. I think my body might be trying to tell me something.”

  I scrunched up my face. “What would it be telling you?”

  She shrugged. “That I might be—”

  She stopped midsentence when we heard little footsteps running down the hall. The door opened up and Tate came sprinting in.

  “Mommy, Mommy!” he yelled, then jumped up on the bed and climbed onto Andrea.

  He’d never called Andrea “Mommy” or “Mom,” or anything like that yet. Since we’d officially adopted him months ago, he had stuck with ‘Miss Andrea.’ This was a first.

  “Sweetheart?! Are you okay?” Andrea spoke in a daze, wrapping her arm around him.

  “I had a really bad dream,” he wailed, nearly in tears.

  “What happened, big guy?” I asked. “Tell us.”

  “I was in a weird village and there were jaguars and hyenas and then I got kidnapped by this guy and they kidnapped Mommy too.”

  “They kidnapped me?” Andrea repeated with shock.

  “Yeah, but Daddy saved us.”

  Daddy.

  I had been holding strong during this whole exchange. I already saw Andrea’s eyes tear up a little bit when Tate called her ‘Mommy’ out of the blue like it was the most normal thing in the world, like he’d been calling her that forever.

  Now, Tate struck again, at my heartstrings.

  That little frickin’ kid.

  “Tate,” I managed to say. I was getting choked up, but I managed to straighten my tone. “Do you know the little present under the tree that is labeled for Andr…for Mommy?”

  “Yeah?” Tate’s ears perked up. “The small one?”

  “Yes, the small one. Can you go and get it and bring it back in here right now?” I had planned to do this with Andrea in private, but sometimes you have to improvise.

  “Yeah!” Already distracted from his bad dream, Tate bounced off the bed and ran toward the door frame. He stopped and slid on his socks before he made it out of our room though. He turned around.

  “Hey Daddy?” Tate looked at me. “Can I bring my Christmas stocking in here, too?”

  “Of course you can,” I quipped back.

  He ran out of the room and down the hall to where our tree was.

  A tear ran down Andrea’s cheek. “I know. Mommy.”

  We sat up in bed, and she wrapped her hand around my head. “Yes, he called me that. But, also, Tate had almost the exact same dream as I did. So weird”

  “What? You had Jaguars and hyenas? The jaguars I get. I mean, since I play for their baseball team. The hyenas, however. No idea.”

  Tate zoomed back into the room, his big red stocking in one hand and Andrea’s present in the other. He handed me Andrea’s present, then lay belly down at the foot of the bed with his knees up, content to see what kind of candy haul Santa had left him last night.

  I had thought about a million ways to do this, but there was no better way then in a bed, with the two loves of my life hear to witness it.

  “Open this, baby,” I said, handing her the smal
l present.

  She unwrapped the bow.

  Andrea pulled the top off the box, and covered her mouth when she saw the lacy black two piece I had gotten her.

  She didn’t speak out loud, but in front of the kid she mouthed some words. “You shouldn’t show this in front of Tate.”

  “Hey, is that Santa Clause outside?” I said, pointing to the window.

  “Where! Where?” Tate jumped down from the bed and padded over to get a better view. Andrea gave me a weird look, then glanced out the window, giving me just enough time to grab the ring out of the box.

  “I don’t see any Santa Clause out there,” Tate said, turning around with his arms crossed.

  “Huh. Could have sworn I saw his reindeer making a late stop.”

  Andrea whipped her head back and saw me, on one knee on the mattress, in just my boxers.

  “Andrea, when shi…” I stopped the word I was saying mid phrase and begun again. “When stuff hit the fan, you stayed by my side. I want you by my side forever. Maybe stuff hits the fan for you. Maybe you have more crazy dreams. And you know what? I like it. I like the crazy you bring to the table. Will you marry me, baby?”

  Her eyes bounced from my hands to my face. Her lips quivered.

  “Oh my God, Jacob. Yes.” I took her head in mine and kissed her vigorously as I wrapped her up in a hug. When we had held each other for a minute, I put the ring on her finger and I kissed her again.

  “Wait…did you just call me Jacob again?” I arched an eyebrow at her.

  “Uh, sorry,” her eyes darted side to side. “Dream carry over. Jake.”

  Tate had been silently watching us from the window, and he crept over and onto the bed. He noted Andrea’s tears of joy and felt. “What did you get, Mommy?”

  “Mommy’s got a ring,” Andrea spoke, smiling softly as I slipped it onto her finger.

  “Ohh, like a ring pop? I got one of those too. See?” Tate put the ring pop on his finger and gave it a big lick. “Mmmm. I got extra, too. You want one?”

  Tate handed me a blue ring pop and Andrea the red.

  Suddenly, with the two rings now on her fingers, Andrea sprung up in bed. “I don’t feel so good.”