Cave Men by Frankie Love
Summer
That was probably ridiculously insane—tojust kiss the first cave man who got me alone—but could anyone blame me? His muscles! His beard! His sea-green eyes and dark auburn hair and the eight pack of abs on that man. I mean, my God, my pussy is wet and my core is all flip-floppy and my need for more is off the charts.
Of course, I got a grip before things got out of hand. I’m not here to play out my fantasies, but come on! I’ve always had a thing for rugged guys with calloused hands and dirty minds… and then I time travel—which, I mean, what the actual fuck!?
I blame my lack of impulse control on that. Too many years of rereading Outlander and dreaming of making love in a wild, untamed land. And then to be here… it’s like, hello universe, thank you very much.
Outside of the cave, I slam right into Storm. Because of course I do.
“Hey there, you look… flustered.”
I falter. “Right. That would be due to tight spaces with your redheaded friend.”
“He make a move on you?”
I swallow. Shrug. “One kiss.”
“I’m gonna kill that bastard,” he growls as Carnage exits the cave, hands raised in defense.
“Dude, she kissed me.”
Storm turns, eyes narrow. “That true?”
“Yes.” I laugh, loving this alpha standoff. This does not happen in real life. In real life I’m lucky if I get a match on a dating app. Must be the jungle air, or you know, the fact they haven’t seen a female in years. My competition is nonexistent.
“Dammit,” Storm grunts, huffing, crossing his arms, stalking away toward a fire pit with flames ablaze. “Just my fucking luck.”
“Don’t be mad,” Carnage says. “She couldn’t resist my charming tiger pelt skirt.”
I giggle. Truth is, his skirt does make his ass look good. But Storm’s loincloth makes his junk look downright delicious. Of course, mentioning that right now might make this situation more tense than I can handle.
“Okay, well, this has been fun, but I really must be going. I need to find Fancy.” I turn toward the cave, wanting my backpack.
Storm shakes his head. “No way. It’s getting dark. You can’t go now.”
I see his point, but I don’t want to admit that he’s right. “Fair enough. Tomorrow then.”
“We will go together,” Carnage says.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not asking you to upend your life for me.”
The guys laugh. “Uh, our life? We have no life, in case you missed that,” Carnage says.
“You are our life now,” Storm adds. “Protecting you. Keeping you safe. It’s our mission.”
“I’m not some military target.”
“Maybe not a target—you’re the bullseye.”
“Is that some sexual innuendo I wouldn’t get because I’m a virgin?” I ask.
Storm groans. “Fuck. You’re a virgin?”
I nod, licking my lips, so turned on by these two men it’s dangerous.
“Come on, Summer, let me show you the camp,” Storm says, taking my hand.
Carnage grunts, but lets his buddy lead me away. A tingle runs up my spine at the attention the men give me and I remember how, in my last conversation with Fancy, she told me I would never find my ideal man in just one guy—how I would need more than one man to satisfy me.
Maybe she was on to something.
My cheeks burn at the insanity. I mean, who the heck do I think I am? I am so lost in thought, I don’t even pay attention to where I’m walking and my foot catches on a tree root. I fall forward, nearly face planting on the jungle floor. Storm catches me, eyes meeting mine. Face to face, and fuck, it’s magic.
“Careful, girl, you could get in trouble falling into my lap like that,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
“Maybe that’s where I was hoping to land.”
He chuckles, shaking his head, helping me stand. “Summer, I don’t think you’re ready for what those sorts of words might get you.”
I brush off my knees, then my elbows. “Shouldn’t I get to decide what I’m ready for?”
Storm stands directly in front of me, and I know having this sort of power is a once in a lifetime event for me. Right now, I can take what I want. And what I want is him.
I wrap my arms around this hunk of a man and press my body against his, kissing him with twenty-five years of pent-up lust.
And damn, he kisses me right back.