Cave Men by Frankie Love
Storm
Her mouth is heaven,her body warm, her skin soft, and I don’t want anything to kill the goddamn mood.
Of course, Carnage does.
Payback is a bitch. And it serves me right. I killed his vibe moments ago and now he’s here killing mine.
Summer whimpers against my mouth and I feel her nipples against my bare chest, and fuck, I want to tease them with my fingers. I want to rip her top off and take them in my mouth. I want to lick her up and down and fuck her like the wild and feral man I am.
The way a virgin like her deserves.
“Guess you didn’t want to play fair,” Carnage says.
“What the hell does that mean?” I ask. “Like you did? You made a move the first chance you got.”
Summer scoffs. “Um, excuse me.” She raises a hand. “Pretty sure I’m the one who made both the moves.”
Carnage grunts and I guess so do I. “Well, camp’s this way,” I tell her, taking her hand. “Don’t worry about him. He’s always getting pissy.”
“And you’re not?”
“We’ve never had company. And I think our cocks are leading the way, not our minds.”
Carnage adds a few logs to our firepit. “Speak for yourself. My mind is leading. And my mind tells me Summer is the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. I’m not screwing it up by fighting over her.”
“I’m not fighting. She’s mine.”
Summer laughs. “Are you kidding me? Do you guys even realize I’m here?”
I turn to her. “Of course I do.” I brush some dirt off a log by the fire. “Here, sit.”
“‘Here, sit’? That is how you think you’re going to win me over?”
“What, not good enough? I can’t exactly buy you a dozen roses and take you to a five-star restaurant.”
Carnage has left the firepit and returns with a few stems of exotic purple lilies that grow by the lagoon.
“For you, Summer,” he says with a cocky grin.
I groan. “Dude, come on.”
“I think they are lovely,” Summer says.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing my spear and stalking into the jungle. Twenty minutes later I return to the firepit with a lizard. “You want a Michelin feast, I’ll make it for you, baby.”
“You guys don’t have to fight over me,” she says an hour later as we are eating our lizard skewers.
“Sure, but if you had to choose,” Carnage says.
“Why choose?” she says softly.
I frown. “Because there are two of us and one of you.”
She licks her lips. “Well, the meat is good. It’s a little salty and smoky. I give it four out of five.”
Carnage laughs. “Not the perfect Yelp review after all.”
Summer twists her lips, then leans over and kisses my cheek. “Thank you for hunting for me.” She leans over to Carnage. “And thank you for the flowers.”
“So, you decide who you want to sleep next to tonight? Probably be warmer if you didn’t sleep alone,” I say.
“True,” Carnage says. “The jungle gets cold at night.”
“I can’t sleep between you both?”
Carnage and I share a look. Neither of us interested in that. We each want her for ourselves, and we want the best man to win.
“No,” Carnage says.
“You have to pick,” I add.
Summer rolls her eyes. “Oh my God, you two are such cave men.”