Page 59 of The Wild Man
“Mom really wanted a girl, so they kept trying until I came along.”
“What about Noeny?”
Her expression turns sad. “Mom died when I was two. She got sick and never got better.”
I tighten my arm around her. Using my chin, I brush away the hair on her shoulder and kiss the side of her neck over my mark.
“I remember Noeny and Peepa talking about having baby. She had one in stomach when she died, but her belly wasn’t round yet.”
One of the few memories I still have of Noeny and Peepa was when they told me I was going to be a big brother. I was so excited. That was a few days before we came to the forest. It was supposed to be our last adventure before Noeny had the baby.
“Oh, Fey.” Momor turns around and scoots close so her knees touch the inside of my thighs. I like when she uses my name. I like when she calls me Wild Man too. One of her hands goes to my cheek and the other lays on my chest where my heart is. Her eyes glisten, like she’s about to cry. “I’m so sorry.”
I like this side of my female. The one who shows she cares for me. She’s fought me so much since I claimed her, but her fights are coming less and less.
I’ll make her love me like she loves her family, so she’ll never want to leave.
“It was long ago,” I say, placing my hand over hers on my chest.
Her smile is sad when she gives it to me. “I bet you would have been a great big brother.”
I don’t know if she’s right, but when I was a boy, I liked the thought of having a little brother or sister.
Momor leans forward and presses her face into my neck. I grab her by the waist and pick her up so her knees are on either side of my hips. The position puts her pussy right over my cock. I’m hard, because I usually am when she’s this close, but I don’t try to enter her.
Now’s not the time for fucking. Right now, I just want to hold my female close.
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Everlee
I snuggle deeper into the warmth at my back and the arm around my waist tightens, pulling me even closer. The nights are getting cooler, but the blankets that cover us and Wild Man’s big body always pressed against mine keeps me nice and toasty.
I slowly blink open my eyes and it takes them a minute to focus. One of my hands rests on the pallet in front of my face, and my gaze snags on the bracelet around my wrist. Wild Man must have made me a new one and slipped it on my wrist last night after I fell asleep.
I’m still wearing the other two he made me. The lavender flowers have long since died, but the handmade bracelets are still just as pretty. This new one doesn’t have any flowers, but the vines he used are delicate and fine. The way he intricately wove them together is beautiful.
I roll to my back and turn my head. Wild Man’s on his side with his dark gaze on me. I always get caught up in his eyes when he looks at me. They’re so dark, I can’t tell where the pupil stops and the iris begins.
“Thank you for my new bracelet. It’s beautiful.”
My gratitude pleases him, if the smile he gives me is any indication. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing him smile. Through his thick beard, I notice two dimples.
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through the coarse hair of his beard. “How do you keep this so short?”
“Scissors.”
I roll my eyes, because his answer is obvious. “I know that. I’ve seen you do it. But how do you know how to do it?”
“Peepa hair on face. Let me cut when got long.”
I can just imagine a little Wild Man standing in front of his kneeling father with a big pair of scissors in his little hand. He’d have a look of concentration on his face as he slowly snipped away the hair.
That image has a smile lifting my lips. “I bet your mom enjoyed watching that.”
“Yes. She sit and watch with smile like you.”
Unbidden, another image forms in my head of another little boy standing in front of Wild Man on his knees. He’d have dark hair like his father. Just as Wild Man trimmed his father’s beard, this little boy does the same to Wild Man. Without thought, I place myself in the image standing a few feet away. I’d watch them with a smile, just as his mother did with her husband and son.