Locked (Savage Men 2)

But that look he keeps giving me is impossible to ignore, and it’s pissing me off.

After what he did, he should not have this effect on me.

I shouldn’t feel this much when I look at him, but I do.

Why do I feel so much when I look at him … so much anger and sadness at the same time but also something else? Something I can’t describe?

He’s a savage living in a jungle …

How did he get on this island?

Why would anyone choose this life?

“Who are you really? What are you doing on this island?” I ask, unable to keep the questions at bay any longer.

The look on his face turns grim, and he grumbles, “I like to be alone. I don’t like … people.”

I nod, clutching my hands because I don’t know what else to do with them. “I can understand that. Did something happen that made you dislike people?”

He throws me a look and sniffs the medicine I rubbed on his arm, wincing. I never said it’d smell nice, but it’ll help.

“I ran … from something.” he says after a while.

“Away from your real home?” I ask.

He nods reluctantly.

“Why?”

Grinding his teeth, he spits, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He gets up and walks out the door.

Just like that.

Leaving me alone to think … what the hell was that?

Accompanying Song: “No Witness” by LP

Lock

I’ve been carving wood with my sharpened stone for half the day just to get my mind off her.

But no matter how hard I work on this new bowl, I can’t stop thinking about her and the things she asked me.

Why would she be so interested in me all of the sudden?

I have nothing good to tell her.

Nothing to be proud of.

I spit on the ground and continue banging the wood until it’s the right size.

That woman’s going to be a handful. I already know it. But I made this choice, and now I’ve gotta live with it and stick to it, no matter how hard it gets. I’ll just have to keep avoiding the questions until she finally realizes I mean it when I say I want to be left alone.

I don’t enjoy talking about my past, let alone thinking about it.

My memories from before this island are horrible, and I refuse to drown in them.

I prefer to focus on the here and now.

Or more specifically, her.

Because she’s been waltzing in and out of the hut and roaming the jungle without restraint, and it’s making me wonder if I should do something about that.

She might hurt herself.

Get stuck somewhere.

Or worse …

There are predators out there.

Far worse than any of the danger I pose to her.

Granted, mine is different kind of danger.

Ever since she’s been prancing in my life, I’ve found myself unable to look away any time she walks by. She has this impossible-to-ignore way of walking that grabs my attention. Hell … that perky ass would grab any man’s attention. Lucky for me, I’m the only man around right now.

And the longer I stare at her thick, juicy ass, the harder it becomes to resist the urge to just grab her and throw her on my bed and fuck her.

I don’t know why I’m feeling this urge, but I am.

I never used to be this interested in sex, but this woman … something about her puts all my senses on high alert. She makes me so goddamn frustrated I want to lash out and punch a tree.

She takes something from me that I can’t seem to take back.

Control.

Maybe I should take it back.

As I turn toward the rustling sound in the bushes, she appears again, and my body immediately tightens at the sight of hers bouncing about.

Fuck. Me.

Why does this woman have to make life more difficult than it already is?

I still wonder what the hell she’s doing in there. She borrowed my pouch and didn’t return it. What is she using it for?

Is she trying to make more of that green sludge she smeared on my arm?

It was painful, but it did numb the wound after a while.

But what if she’s doing something else completely? Something to undermine me? To get back at me for putting her in that pit?

Or worse … what if she’s trying to escape again?

I don’t know why, but the mere thought of her leaving this island makes me want to scream.

I don’t know what it is that makes me so protective, but I’m obsessed with her to the point of staring at her all day. I can’t help myself … or my body, for that matter. Because it’s sure as fuck responding to her in every fucking way possible, and it’s infuriating.

Guess it’s time to jerk off again tonight.

Suddenly, the door to the hut opens, and when I turn around, there she is, standing in the opening with her head cocked slightly … as if she’s inviting me to come take her.