Locked (Savage Men 2)

Hold.

On.

Tight.

I smother her with my love, running my hands all over her body in a desperate attempt to get closer. Her hands touch my face and wriggle through my hair. She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, locking them in place.

And I kiss her so fucking hard that it feels like I’m pouring all my love into her mouth.

Our mouths lock in a furious battle, not wanting to stop, despite the fact we both need air.

God, I fucking missed this mouth.

“Are you real?” I mutter, out of breath, almost unable to believe it’s true.

“Yes, I’m here,” she says, chuckling.

“But why …?”

“Shh …” she whispers in my ear. “You already know.”

She’s right.

I do.

I’ve known for a long time, yet it never sunk in.

I didn’t want to believe it because a part of me still believed being home would make her happy.

But neither of us stopped to realize … she made me her home now.

Just like I made her heart my home.

It’s not the place you live that decides your happiness. It’s the people you share it with.

And I want nothing more than to share this island with her … forever.

With her in my arms, I wade back to the shore, ignoring the guy setting foot on my land. He’s probably bringing in her stuff anyway, and it doesn’t matter where he puts it; it’s not going anywhere.

It’s just her and me right now, and I know exactly what to do.

“Thank you!” Jules says to the man as he drops off her stuff and goes back to his boat again.

“Good luck and see ya soon!” he says.

“He’s agreed to drop off stuff every now and then,” she says, but I don’t care about any of that.

How she made up her mind and goes about her business is her thing. I want her here with me. And now it’s finally happened, like a dream come true.

Together with her, I topple down onto the sand and fall on top of her, immediately covering her mouth with mine.

She giggles and tries to talk, but I keep kissing her. I can’t stop.

And even though she kisses me back just as eagerly, our lips still unlatch. Breathing hot air against my lips, she murmurs, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” I plant my hand down in the sand just beside her face.

Her face starts to glow. “I’m pregnant.”

Pregnant.

A baby? My baby?

A fire burns inside my heart as the word repeats over and over again in my mind.

“I want to keep it,” she says, rubbing her lips together. “That’s why I came back.”

“It’s mine?” I ask, cocking my head.

When she nods, I grin, and I immediately dive back in for more licks and kisses, my tongue darting out to lick her skin. I want to taste her … everywhere.

I don’t ever wanna stop.

I give her all the kisses that I always wanted to give her.

All the kisses she deserves.

I don’t let go.

Not in a million years will I ever let go again.

Epilogue

Accompanying Song: “Legendary Lovers” by Katy Perry

Juliet

Only a few months later, I’ve already gotten settled on the island. No one from the government seemed to have noticed him living here all that time, so I figured they wouldn’t notice when there’s two either.

I quit my job via email on a working phone. It took a while to get reception, though, but the telephone company was willing to step up and help me out. Same goes for the company we hired to bring us food and supplies like medicine every week. Sure, it cost a bit of money, but I’ve got a savings account to plunder, and if we run out, I can always start selling the fruits of the island. They are plentiful.

And Mom also told me she will jump in and help us if we ever need it, which I appreciate. Even Ella and Cage were happy for us when I told them via a phone call that we’d moved back. And Cage insisted he wanted to help us out with the funds, no ifs, no buts. I couldn’t say no. His help is welcome, and we appreciate it.

We’ve also set up a proper porta potty and a shower this time, not too far from the hut, along with a mini fridge powered by a generator, so we can keep our meat and fish fresh.

Life’s perfect now that I’m together with Lock, and the island feels much more like home now that I’m a willing occupant. Plus, it does feel good to walk through the jungle completely naked without feeling judged. The only one looking at me is Lock … and I love the way he looks at me.

Me … and baby bump.

Because I’ve grown quite a lot over the past few months. It won’t be long now until I can feel the kicks, and I can’t wait.