Cave Man Need Wife (The First Mountain Man)

As she finishes speaking, a giant woolly mammoth walks sluggishly toward us. “That must be W.M.,” I say as a bright yellow bird lands on a nearby branch.

“And that’s Polly,” Stone tells us. “Now, you wanna find a cave that you can call home?”

Later, in a cave big enough for a family, I watch as my man adds some kindling to the fire, lighting up our little world. There is a heavy stone rolled in front of the entrance to keep us safe, and we are basically one house over from Stone and Skylar.

Rock turns to me. “You sure you are happy here?” he asks.

“So happy.”

We spent hours by the campfire, talking, the four of us getting to know one another. On the surface, Skylar and I don’t have a ton in common, and I am slightly envious of her natural survival skills, but she is fun and outgoing, and hilarious. And it was amazing to listen to Stone and Rock tell stories about their time in Special Ops.

Stone was shocked to hear that my dad was his old sergeant, but he said ultimately, he wasn’t surprised. That this place seems like destiny, bringing people together who were always meant to be.

Rock lies down next to me on the bed the guys put together for us using palm leaves and dried grasses, covering it with pelts.

“I’m happy too. A little stunned, but in a good way.”

I roll over to face him, the warmth of the fire making the blanket draped over me unnecessary. I shove it aside, letting Rock’s arms wrap tight around me.

“It’s like we moved to the suburbs,” I joke.

“Now you’re going to start talking about getting a dog, a picket fence, some kids.”

I press a finger to the tip of his nose. “You’re the one who led with wanting babies when we met.”

“Will you ever forgive me for being such an idiot?” he asks.

“You were just being a cave man.”

He chuckles, his hand running up my thigh. “I see what you did there.”

“And I see what you’re doing there,” I say, eyeing his hand placement.

I kiss him, hard. With all the love in my heart.

“Why don’t we start working on baby number one?” I say, nibbling his ear. “Now.”

He growls right back at me. “Number one? Sweetheart, why don’t you let your cave man give you two for the price of one.”

I laugh. “Twins do run in my family.”

“Lucky me,” he says, his hand between my thighs.

“Lucky us,” I add, deliriously in love with the cave man I never knew I needed.

Epilogue 1

Rock

One year later…

Her favorite part of the day is when the two of us walk to the nearby waterfall for an hour before dinner. It’s my favorite too because it’s when my wife strips down to nothing and I can see her pregnant belly in all its glory.

“God, you look gorgeous,” I tell her as she slips off her leopard print dress.

“Oh shush,” she groans. “I look like a whale.”

“Not even a little,” I say, stepping up behind her. Running my hands over her belly, then her full, round breasts.

“You know what I was thinking about all afternoon while you and Stone were building that gazebo?”

“What? That it will be nice to sit under it while we eat dinner to avoid the direct sunlight?”

She laughs, looking at me over her shoulder. “No, I was thinking how sexy you looked when you were lifting the beams.”

I massage her breasts. “Did it make you hot?”

She sighs. “So hot.”

“Good, because you wanna know what I was thinking about all afternoon?”

“What?”

“How cute you look writing your poetry on those rock slabs I found you.”

She smiles. “I never thought I’d be a poet, but it sure is more practical considering the instruments I’m using.”

“What were you writing today?”

“Working on a love poem for our little one.” She runs her hands over her belly. “I’m so excited, but nervous too.”

“I think all new parents feel that way, Rosie.”

“Are we going to be okay?” she asks, turning toward me.

“Remember our wedding day? You were so nervous then too, but we stood on the beach, that sparking blue water behind us, a clear sky above, and what did you say?”

Rosie smiles softly. “I said that fate found us, and we were smart enough to follow her lead.”

“Fate has brought us to this moment, too,” I tell her, kissing her softly. “I love you, Rosie. No matter how hard it might be, I will be your man through all of it.”

She shakes her head, running her hand over my cock. “No, Rock. You’re my cave man.”

She kisses me deeply, her body needing mine. We move into the water, swimming to the waterfall. We move under it, then, shielded by the water in front of us, we relax in our little cocoon. She sidles up to me, offering me her ass, and I squeeze it, drawing her closer. There’s a rock in the water that I sit on, pulling her ass against my cock, spreading her thighs so her sweet pussy can sink down on me. Right where it belongs. Home.