Page 88 of The Wild Man

I can’t help but laugh. She’s definitely not wrong.

“I’ll call you later.”

“You better.” Her chin drops and she looks down at my stomach. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I’m going to be an aunt.”

I smile and pat my belly. “I can’t believe it either. You’ll be a kickass aunt.”

“Damn right I will.”

I close the door after Rika leaves and turn to face Wild Man. He’s standing only a few feet away from me, and boy does he look intense. His gaze rakes down my body, then back up. By the time he reaches my eyes, I’m pretty sure I’ve soaked through my panties, and from the thick bulge behind the zipper of his jeans, he’s not faring much better.

“We need to talk,” I tell him, trying my best to ignore the way my body wants to melt for him. There are things he needs to know.

“Fuck first. Talk later.”

Eh, those things can wait.

thirty-two

Wild Man

I place a kiss against momor’s stomach before I lay my arm over her legs and put my head in my hand so I can stare up at her. She’s leaning against the piece of wood above the bed. I brush my fingers over her legs until I reach the spot between them. I can feel the combination of our wetness that leaks out of her.

“I like this,” I say, swirling my fingers around.

It’s not our releases I’m talking about—although I like that too—but the bareness of her pussy. I noticed it when I ate from her when I first came into her room, but I was too overcome with my need for her to have really paid attention. The hair that she had is now gone and the smoothness that’s left behind makes my mouth water.

“This is how I normally keep it.”

“Good. I do same.”

Heat pools in her eyes and my cock moves against my thigh. I already want to take her again, but I was rough with our last fucking, so I want to give her body a little time to recover. Especially since she’s carrying our baby.

I’m going to be a peepa. I want to throw my head back and roar to the sky in triumph.

“I like bed. Soft.”

She smiles. “I liked it too before I found you. When I was brought back here, it was too soft. I missed the bed in our tree hut.”

“Missed just bed?”

Her smile gets bigger. “I may have missed the man who always kept me warm in it and always fucked me so good.”

I growl, lifting my hand to fist her hair. I drag her head down and lean up so our lips meet. I’ll always need her kiss. I’ll always need it like my body needs my heart to beat.

“I missed you, Wild Man,” she says against my lips. “So much. I was so worried about you. I wanted to go back, but they wouldn’t let me. I was going to make them today, but you got to me before I could.”

“I wanted to come soon, but couldn’t.” I don’t want to worry her by telling her how injured I was, but I need her to know I would have been here quicker if I could have. “I hurt.”

A line forms between her eyes. She lightly runs her finger over the marks still on my stomach. “They told me they weren’t sure if you were alive or dead. How bad was it?”

I don’t answer that. Instead, I say, “Teeja find me. Bring me food. Keep animals away.”

“Teeja is a good friend.”

I nod.

“How did you find me here? You’ve never been out of the forest, right? And where did you get the clothes?”