SAVAGE

KAT AUSTEN

CONTENTS
Copyright
Dedication
1.

Jane

2. Jane
3. Jane
4. Jane
5. Jane
6. Jane
7. Jane
8. Jane
9. Grant
10. Jane
Epilogue
Untitled
Afterword
LOVE CHILD
LOVE CHILD
EDUCATING EMMA
EDUCATING EMMA

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For the girls whod take their man savage over civilized any day of the week. This
ones for you.

JANE

T he last thought going through my mind as the current started to pull me under?

Im going to die a virgin. That was what ruled my headspace as I confronted my own
death.
I was a twenty-four-year-old virgin about to die alone.
Alone. It had been the theme of my life for as long as I could remember. It was
what had driven me to purchase the small sailboat, now sinking to the ocean floor
in pieces all around me, and set out in search for meaning and purpose in the
ocean.
It was a last ditch sort of vision quest. One year ago, Id left my job as a nurse in
Chicago and flown to Cambodia to backpack, but when that failed to quiet my soul, I
flew to Papua New Guinea and dumped my life savings into a sailboat. Then I took
to the seas, vowing to myself that I wouldnt return to civilization until Id found
peace and whatever it was Id spent my entire life searching for.
I didnt know what it was, just that I didnt have it and wouldnt be content until
I did.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. It had even seemed like a good idea up
until an hour ago, when a storm came out of nowhere and threw my boat around
like it was no more substantial than a toothpick. I was an experienced sailor and
had fared through stormy seas, but this was different. This was like Poseidon
himself was stabbing his trident through the waters, destruction his objective.
Id been heading toward where Id seen a plume of smoke rising from an island
before the sun set, but I hadnt made it to shore before the boat crashed into an
outcropping of rocks. Id barely had time to leap overboard before my ship started
to sink, and despite the lifejacket Id cinched into place, the waves crashed over
me, one right after the other, just as capable of drowning me as the ocean body
itself.
The next wave that pounded against me drove me into something hard and
cragged. Another rock, which meant I must be getting closer to the island Id been
trying to get to before the storm started. Here in Micronesia, an island was close by
anywhere you sailed, but few were occupied and most were inhospitable. Id
probably be better off dying quickly in the ocean than dying slowly on some harsh,

deserted island.
That was what I found myself hoping as warm liquid trickled down the side of
my face and a sharp pang pulsed in my arm thanks to the crash into the rock.
As consciousness started to fade, my body thrashing at the oceans mercy, I
suddenly felt something that wasnt so violent and foreboding. It came in the form
of two strong arms winding around me from behind and drawing me close. My body
started to glide through the water, away from the wreckage.
Those strong, warm arms never left me; they never even loosened. They stayed
wound around me, guiding me away to calmer waters. I felt safe and protected and
like I wouldnt die alone. For that stolen moment, I felt the kind of peace Id spent
years searching for.
I knew I was hallucinatingnone of this was realbut I didnt care. If this was a
dream, I didnt want to wake up.
The farther I got from the wreckage, the more the roar of the waves dimmed
until the noise was just a rolling echo. That was when I heard another sound. Just
one word. The voice of my ghost savior.
Mine.

JANE

M y head felt like it was being squeezed in a vise at the same time it felt ready to

explode. Pain radiated down my left arm, searing and throbbing. The rest of my
body I couldnt feel, probably because my head and arm were taking up all of my
attention.
My eyes felt pasted closed, so I had to fight them open, but once I did, it took a
moment of blinking to adjust to the light streaming around me. What happened?
Where was I? Those were the two questions running through my mind as I
struggled to make sense of what I was seeing.
I was in some kind of sheltersome kind of dwelling. It was made of all organic
substances, from parts of trees to large, glossy plant leaves. There was a roof, and
though the space was small, it seemed well-madelike it had been constructed by
someone who knew a thing or two about putting a structure together using what
you had on hand.
I was laid out on a grass mat that had been woven togethera few more layered
beneath it for cushionbut this crude bed was the only piece of furniture in the
dwelling. There was a random assortment of knick-knacks spaced around, from a
few books that looked as beat-up as I felt, to a couple of dented cooking pots, to a
whole tower of what look liked homemade spears propped up in a corner. Someone
lived here. Someone who lived here had brought me here.
As the realizations started to register, my last memory came to me. Two strong
arms pulling me to safety. One word stirred in my mindMine.
It wasnt a dream. It wasnt a hallucination. I knew that because of the pain I felt
firing through my body and the way I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.
I needed to get out of here. I didnt know where I was or what was happening or
who had saved me or what their intentions were, but I needed to leave. I knew that
if nothing else.
When I sat up rapidly, a cry spilled out of my mouth from the pain firing in my
head. My eyes clamped closed when I saw white. I wasnt about to let myself pass
out again.
I needed to leave. I couldnt do that if I kept blacking out.
After a few deep breaths, I managed to open my eyes. When I did, I saw

something that should have made me scream again, but I stayed silent. I didnt
want this person to know I was frightened.
I didnt want him to know I was scared of him.
He seemed to appear out of nowhere, silent and sudden, and looking up at him
from my vantage point made him seem huge. He was probably only a few inches
past six feet, but staring up at him made him seen like a giant twice that size.
Who are you? I asked as calmly as I was capable.
He didnt respond. He just stood there, staring at me like he was trying to decide
if I was as real as I was trying to convince myself he was.
Hed clearly been marooned on this island for a while. His skin was dark from
the sun, his light blue eyes and sun-bleached hair a stark contrast to the caramelbrown color. It was hard to tell how old he was thanks to the overgrown beard and
hair that seemed to cover most of his face. To look at his veiled face, he could have
just as easily been twenty as he was sixty.
However, his body gave a better indication at his age. Since he was entirely
naked other than a miniscule piece of fabric that covered his groin, I pretty much
had the whole view of his body. And for a girl who was just starting to accept shed
become a castaway on some island in the middle of nowhere with no food, water, or
supplies, I should not have been admiring this fellow castaways body as much as I
was.
As a nurse, Id seen my fair share of mostly to fully naked bodies, but Id never
seen one like this. His muscles were hewn all up and down his body, from neck to
calf, though he was more shredded than bulky. More Olympic athlete than body
builder.
And enough with checking him out already, Jane. You are trapped. Have no idea
where you are. Your body is staging a revolt. Theres an almost naked man staring
at you like he hasnt seen a woman in twenty years.
Focus.
Where am I? My voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk, but I couldnt just sit
here, as quiet and appraising as he was. When I tried to repeat my question, I
coughed instead. My throat felt like it was made of sandpaper.
Before I could try again, the man moved into a corner, grabbed something, and
brought it over. It looked like a coconut had been cut in half and hollowed out.
Inside was what looked to be a few ounces of water.
What is this? I rasped then swallowed from the pain in my throat.
The man didnt say anything. Instead, he crouched beside me and held it out.
When I didnt take it right away, he lifted it to my lips.
My head shook. Im not taking a drink until you tell me what it is.
Something almost primal in nature flashed in his eyes. It made me scoot back
from him. I didnt need to know who this man was or how long hed been here to
know hed become more animal than human. More savage than civilized.
When he shoved the coconut against my mouth, I pushed it away. The dish went
tumbling from his hand, the liquid spilling onto the floor.

Another flash of fire flamed in his light eyes, and even though most of his face
was veiled by his hair, I didnt miss the warning look settle into his face.
With a low grunt, he rose and disappeared as quickly as hed appeared, leaping
out of a small hole I hadnt noticed earlier. Scrambling over to take a look, I quickly
realized that this hut wasnt on the ground. Leaning over the small hole in the
floor, I saw sand below, probably about five to ten feet away.
The man had disappeared somewhere, leaving me behind to fill in the blanks to
my questions.
Too bad I had another idea. Biting my lip, I tried to better gauge the distance
between the ground and me. Leaping out of the opening, I managed to land on my
feet instead of my butt. As it turned out, the hut wasnt much higher in the tree
than the height of a tall man. Just high enough to be up off the ground without
being too tall to scale.
My eyes took a minute to adjust to the light reflecting off the white sand and the
azure water. It was bright here, making me wish my sunglasses werent sitting
somewhere on the ocean floor. My body throbbed as I took a few steps, looking for
my savior castaway. He was nowhere in sight down the long stretch of beach, so I
started to wander down the sand.
God, where was I? Lots of sand, lots of ocean, lots of no civilization. There was a
thick layer of green jungle about a quarter mile back from the oceans edge, but I
didnt need to know where Id wound up to realize I could search the island high
and low and find it deserted. There were thousands of these atolls and islands
dotted around this part of the Pacific Ocean, and only a small handful of them were
actually occupied by humans.
I hadnt told anyone where I was going when I left Cambodia. I hadnt even told
anyone I was leaving for Cambodia. No one would know I was missing. If they did,
no one would know where to look. I was alone. Utterly and completely.
It was a feeling Id long ago acquainted myself with, but here, for some peculiar
reason, it didnt feel quite so hollow. It didnt feel quite so depressing. That likely
had a lot to do with the concussion I guessed Id sustained from slamming against
that rock the night my ship had, literally, sunk.
After walking a few minutes, I had to stop to catch my breath. From the way my
chest was hurting, I probably had a couple of cracked ribs too. In addition to the
injuries, I was weak, every step was a challenge. I needed water, and food
eventually.
A gentle breeze rolled off the ocean, fluttering my clothes against my body.
When I glanced down, I discovered I wasnt in the same clothes I had been wearing
the night of the storm. Actually, I wasnt in real clothes at all.
I was in some lab coat-looking get-up that was frayed around the hem and cuffs
and torn in a few places from being threadbare. A lab coat on a deserted island?
Maybe I was hallucinating. That seemed more likely than the alternative.
I noticed some embroidery above the chest pocket on one side. Dr. Grant Bridger
was stitched in red cursive letters. There was no hospital or organization listed

below that. Did this belong to that man? Was it possible, in another life, that he had
been a doctor? Or had it floated ashore one day and been scavenged from the sea?
That seemed more likely than the possibility that the bearded, next-to-naked man
who communicated in grunts and sharp looks had been an actual physician.
It seemed about as unlikely as a Coast Guard boat showing up in front of me any
second now.
Wandering down the beach a ways farther, I found the scenery unchanged. Sand
so white it sparkled from the sunlight overhead, water so blue it seemed fake, and a
stretch of green jungle so thick it didnt seem possible to pass through.
Wherever I was, it was beautiful. The kind of place people paid exorbitant
amounts to get to. Remote, private, picturesqueit was a scene straight from a
postcard. If I could forget about the fact that I was marooned on this chunk of land
swimming in the ocean, I could have been in my own private paradise.
Well, private save for one other soul, I reminded myself as I came around a bend
in the beach and found him. Him. I had to figure out a name for him. I couldnt
keep referring to him as that guy who grunts and scowls. Or as Castaway Joe or
Neanderthal Nate. Then a certain name came to mind that was simply too perfect
to not seize.
Wild hair, scant clothing, savage look . . .
Hey, Tarzan! I called, but my throat was too dry to project much sound. After
clearing my throat, I tried again. Tarzan!
Better. At least he heard me this time. But as his statue-still state crumbled
from where he was hovering in knee-deep water, his spear raised, I realized Id
probably just foiled his plans for dinner.
His eyes cut to mine, and even with the distance keeping us apart, I noticed
them flame with irritation. Or was it anger? It was hard to tell with all of that scruff
covering half of his face. Lowering his spear, he tromped out of the water, his gaze
never wandering from mine.
In the light of day, he wasnt quite as startling as he had been in that small, dark
hut. He was still imposing, but I didnt fear him the same way I had earlier. I knew
nothing about this man, not even his name, but I somehow knew I didnt have to be
scared of him. It was instinctual. A gut response.
I knew how crazy it seemed that I wasnt scared of a savage-looking man twice
my size and probably four times as strong as I was. I knew it didnt make sense that
I wasnt afraid of what might happen to a young woman trapped on an island alone
with a young, virile man. I knew it didnt make sense that I wasnt backing away
from this uncivilized stranger, but little in my life had ever made sense. This was no
exception.
Instead of stopping in front of me to yell at me in grunts and raised fists as Id
guessed he would, he shouldered past me and charged back down the beach. His
strides were long and purposeful, taking three of mine to keep up to every one of
his. He was still just as huge as hed looked in the hut, I discovered when I charged
up beside him. My head hovered at his shoulder, and his chest was wide and solid.

His health was impressive for someone whod likely been living off fish and fruit
for god knew how long.
Where am I? I asked, breathing hard from exertion. Id thankfully managed to
acclimate to the Pacific heat over the past couple of months of sailing, but with the
sun directly overhead and my lack of fluid intake, my vision was blurring.
His eyes cut my way, but that was all the answer I received.
Who are you? I tried next, sending a flurry of sand up as I rushed to keep up.
How long have you been here? Why did you save me? Have you tried leaving?
Where are you from?
He kept striding down the beach, seeming to try to keep a careful distance
between us. I wasnt sure why. To look at him, hed been stuck here for a while,
which meant I had to be the first woman hed seen in a while. Why was he acting as
if I was poison ivy and he didnt want to get too close?
Whats your name? I panted, before my feet tangled beneath me and I crashed
to the sand.
That was when I started to cry. The first tears Id shed since waking up in some
strange hut with some strange man. Even someone whod been alone for what I
assumed was years didnt want me around. Someone so starved for attention and
companionship theyd stopped talking had no use for me.
The story of my life was repeating itself right here on the heated sand of this
small island in the middle of the Eastern hemisphere. Alone. Unwanted.
Abandoned. All over again.
My sobs were quiet, but my tears flowed freely, wetting the sand molded around
my face. My parents hadnt wanted me, the foster families Id been shuffled
between hadnt wanted me, even the few boys Id dated along the way hadnt
wanted meat least they hadnt wanted me for anything other than what resided
between my legs.
Unwanted. Even on this island, my apparent birthright had found me.
I felt a break from the harsh sun beating down on me right before a tall, dark
shadow lowered beside me. Without a word or grunt, his arms wound beneath me,
lifting me from my pyre of baking sand. He carried me like I weighed nothing at all,
leaving his spear in the spot my body had just been.
He held me out away from his body as he carried me down the beach, but after a
while, his body relaxed and I settled into the cradle of his arms. He never seemed to
tire, yet despite the strength I felt in his hold, he had a gentleness I did not expect. I
had not expected to find anything soft or gentle or compassionate in this stranger
who had been alone, isolated, forced to live every moment in a state of survival.
But in my twenty-four years of life, I wasnt sure Id ever been touched with
such tenderness. Treated with such concern. I couldnt remember a single time Id
ever been held, not even as a child, and feeling it now made me want to cry all over
again.
It wasnt the feeling of coming home. It was, for the first time, feeling what
could be home.

JANE

W hen he lifted another hollowed out coconut shell of clear liquid to my lips, I

drank it. It tasted like water. A few hours later I was still alive, so my mystery
Tarzan wasnt trying to poison me after all.
Actually, the opposite seemed to be true.
After settling me into some kind of handmade hammock-like swing hanging
from one of the trees close to the beach, hed gone back to the water with his spear
and, in no time at all, emerged with a couple of colorful fish hanging from the tip of
his spear. He roasted them over a fire and made me a plate with what I guessed was
breadfruit, and he even dished me up more once Id finished the first round.
He never said a wordhe barely even looked my waybut it was apparent he
was as aware of my presence as I was of his. I spent the rest of the afternoon and
evening stretched out in that hammock, watching him and taking in my new
surroundings. My situation was hardly ideal, but it could have been worse. Had it
not been for Tarzan, I very well could have been close to dying from dehydration.
Had I stumbled upon some other castaway, I very well could have been wishing I
was dead.
Sure, mine didnt seem to communicate, but he seemed preoccupied with taking
care of me, all the while respecting my space and maintaining distance between us.
Having him take such good care of me, yet seem so apprehensive to be near me was
strange.
It made me want to know his story. I was desperate to discover it. Had he once
upon a time been Dr. Grant Bridger, whose lab coat I was currently draped in? Or
was he someone else entirely?
Every question I asked him was answered with more silence, so after a while, I
gave up. At least for the night. Tomorrow, once I had renewed energy from the food
and rest, my questions would keep coming. He had to speak sometime. If he knew a
language I understood was yet to be determined, but he had to talk. Eventually.
My eyelids were just starting to droop when I felt two familiar arms scoop
around my body and lift me out of the hammock. This time, he didnt hold me away
as he had at first. He let my body curl into his chest as he carried me toward the
hut. When we stopped below the cutout entrance, he lifted me so I could crawl

inside without having to strain my wrist by pulling myself up. I hadnt even made it
to the woven-leaf mattress before hed crawled inside and was laying a flat piece of
bark over the opening, sealing us inside for the night.
Id never been so aware of another human being in my life as I was right then.
While I was thankful for the hut that would protect me from bugs and whatever else
crept out of the jungle at night, it was small for two people. Especially small for two
people who were looking at each other the way he and I were.
He was staring at me laid out on the organic mattress, his eyes alive and his
chest moving faster. His gaze swept down my body, lingering on where the end of
the lab coat hugged my thighs. He made no move to come closer, no move to touch
what he was admiring, but I wasnt used to being looked at like that.
It wasnt lust filling his stareit was something else. Something more
worshipful, something almost sacred. Shit, my own chest started rising and falling
faster the longer I watched him admire me. Since he wasnt being shy about letting
his gaze roam my body, I did the same.
His body was truly something to behold, the kind of body that made a woman
fantasize about submitting to and experiencing the kind of power those muscles
possessed. They were made for work, made for movement, and I shifted when an
image flashed into my head of exactly what kind of work and movement I was
thinking about.
What am I thinking? I was stranded on some unknown island with some
unknown man, quite possibly never to return to civilization, and I was fantasizing
about this stranger. This was not the opportune time to be thinking about romance
and all that came with it. It was pretty much the worst time to be thinking about it.
Just when it looked like he was about to reach out and touch me, he moved back
into the opposite corner of the hut and worked to get comfortable. I hadnt given
any thought to sleeping arrangements. This was his place, his leafy mattressit
wasnt right for him to stuff himself into a corner and try to sleep. The guy had
already saved my life, attended to my injuries, and fed, watered, and sheltered me. I
couldnt take his bed now too.
When I started to slide off of the mattress, his eyes fired open. His head shook
once as his hand lifted in a stay kind of motion.
This is your home. I sighed, wondering how I could ever repay this strangers
overwhelming acts of kindness.
His hand circled the hut before landing on me. That same fire Id seen in his eyes
before ignited again. Mine.
My eyes widened when I heard his voice. It was deep and surprisingly smooth for
someone who didnt seem to think much of talking. Mine. So the two times Id
heard him speak, hed used the same word each time. At least it was English, so
maybe one day my questions could actually be answered. Mine. What did he mean
by that? The hut was his? The mattress? The damn island?
. . . I was his?
That thought should have made me more uneasy than it did.

When I moved to slide off of the mattress again, his body tensed; I even detected
his jaw doing the same beneath the thickness of his beard.
Okay, okay, I said, laying back down. I didnt doubt, based on the look hed
given me, that hed throw me right back on if I tried rolling off.
After a minute, he seemed content that I wasnt going to move, and he closed
his eyes. Every time he started to doze off, his head would rock forward, his chest
following, which would snap him awake only to restart the process all over again.
When it happened for a fourth time, I exhaled and scooted to the edge of the
mattress. Then I patted the empty space beside me.
At first he looked at me curiously, like he wasnt sure what I was asking, but
then realization settled in his eyes. His head shook as he tried for the fifth time to
fall asleep propped up in his corner of the hut.
Come on, I urged, patting the empty space again. This is big enough for two.
Its fine.
It might have been big enough for two normal-sized people, but it was really
only big enough for one Tarzan. That was okay though. I could curl up on my side
and make room, but I couldnt stand to watch him spend the night snapping awake
every few minutes.
Listen, Im not scared of you, I said when he stayed where he was. If you
were going to hurt me, I think you would have already. Its okay. Just, please, come
lay down.
After that, I lay back on my side, scooting as close to the wall as I could to make
room for him. When he still didnt budge, I came at it from a different angle.
Wrapping my arms around my core, I shivered as best as I could in what I guessed
was seventy-degree temperatures. I did it again, and before the third shiver started
to quake through my body, I heard the sounds of movement as he crawled toward
me.
His breaths were uneven. I felt the mattress move beneath me as his body
lowered onto it. For a minute, there was nothing. Both of us seemed to be holding
our breaths as an inexplicable energy charged between us. It felt tangible and
impossible to ignore. I soon discovered, as I felt my body fight to angle toward him,
that it was impossible to deny. My hands curled into fists as I fought against
touching his flesh.
Just as I was about to lose the battle, his solid, heavy arm curled around me
before drawing my body close to his. My feigned shivers from being chilled were
replaced by real ones from being aroused.
Warmth enveloped me everywhere his skin touched mine, until I could feel it
making its way deep into my core, straight into my heart. This man, whose name
and history I didnt know, had found his way into my heart. The first one ever and,
quite foreseeably, the last.
Long after his breathing had evened out, I stayed awake, reveling in the feel of
being so close to another soul. Overwhelmed by the way that, even in sleep, his
hold on me never once loosened.

As I fell asleep, one word snuck out from deep within me, tumbling past my lips
before I could swallow it back. Mine.

JANE

M y second morning waking up on the island was infinitely more pleasurable than

my first morning had been. Possibly because my head didnt feel like it was about to
split open, but most likely because I woke up with Tarzans body still secured
around mine and nestling me against him as though his existence depended on me
as much as mine did on him.
His even breath was warm against the back of my neck, sending chills down my
spine. His lips brushed against my skin every few exhales. Sometime in the night,
his hold around me had wandered. One arm had drifted higher, so his hard forearm
was pillowed against my chest, and the other had drifted far enough south that I
awoke to find the space between my legs wet with desire.
Shit. I didnt have any underwear on. In fact, I didnt have anything on beneath
this lab coat. This was not the ideal time to let my body get all hot and bothered.
Especially with the way Tarzans leg had managed to wedge between mine, digging
halfway up my thighs. God, another few inches and his leg would be pressed hard
against my wet sex. Wed made progress last night; I didnt want to go back to him
ignoring me if he woke up to find me panting in heat.
Ever so gently, I tried to shift just enough out of his hold that I could talk myself
back from the aroused ledge, but the moment I moved, his whole body framed
around me tighter.
Oh, god, I breathed when his leg rode higher up my thighs. I could feel his
skin against mine. His leg hard against my pussy, making it ache with desire. At the
same time, his arm around my chest tightened, making my nipples harden from
the touch.
As I struggled to regain my breath, I cycled through a whole myriad of thoughts I
hoped would shake some sense into me. But the reminders of being stranded with a
person who didnt talk, never to see the face of civilization again, failed to bring me
down from the high his body was driving me closer to with every passing second.
When his body stirred against mine, I was sure he was waking up . . . but he
wasnt. Well, a certain part of him was waking up.
With his hips pressed behind mine, I felt his erection stiffen against my
backside, growing impossibly long and hard. Id never felt a mans body against

mine like this, but now that I had, I realized how much I liked it. How much I craved
it.
He was still asleep, his steel straining against me and making me dizzy with
need. I felt a pressure building between my legs, the kind that felt like it needed to
be released or else it just might split me in half. I might have been inexperienced
when it came to intimacy, but I knew enough to guess what was happening.
Arching my back, I didnt stop until his erection was pressed so deeply into the
flesh of my backside that I guessed it would leave a bruise. Then I started to ride his
leg, driving myself closer with the friction it offered.
I tried to veil my ragged breaths, but as my orgasm climbed closer, restraint
became impossible. His leg was dripping wet from the way I was riding him, and his
cock felt like it was throbbing against my ass, begging for its own release.
Yes, I whimpered, my head throwing itself back harder than I intended.
That was when he stirred awake, his whole body going rigid against mine.
Tipping my head back, I stared at him, breathless from the pleasure winding
through my body. It took a moment for him to realize what was happening, his
body remaining stiff and still around mine.
When it looked like he was about to get up and disappear, I circled my backside
against his straining erection and whispered, Please.
Before his eyes closed, I didnt miss the way they almost rolled back in his head.
He liked that. So I rolled my ass against his erection again, stroking it a few times
through the dip between my cheeks.
His body came to life then. His arm curved around my chest, lifting enough that
his hand could take one of my heavy breasts in his hold. He palmed it urgently
through the fabric of the lab coat as his leg pressed against my pussy in the exact
place I needed it.
As he pulled my orgasm from the depths, his face hovered above mine, watching
me take my pleasure with a hungry look in his eyes. It didnt take long after that.
With his body working in unison with mine, my orgasm surged through me like a
bolt of lightning touching down, and right as it was reaching its peak, he rolled my
nipple between his fingers, pinching it to draw the pleasure from even deeper
within.
My pussy pulsed in on itself, longing for something to come around, as fresh
wetness spilled out of my body, coating his leg. It never stopped rubbing against me
until I was shivering from the aftershocks of my release.
Oh, good god. What was that?
Thank you, I breathed, draping my arm up around his neck as I struggled to
recompose myself. Thank you.
It was all I could say, all I could express. Not only for the unparalleled release
hed just given me, but for everything else. Here on this island, with this stranger,
Id experienced things Id never had in two decades of life. It didnt make sense and
it wasnt rational, but it didnt need to be. I felt a connection with this man Id only
met mere hours ago. I felt connected to him in a way that made the years of

solitude seem worthwhile.

Could it be that everything Id been looking for in life had been waiting for me
right here on this island?
So much was coming at me, but someone was still behind me, his own need
waiting to be satisfied. His erection had grown harder against me, feeling more
insistent, but just as I began to twist in his arms to take care of him, his body
unwound from mine. He rose to stand.
In the time it took me to sit up, hed managed to get across the hut and slide the
bark aside. Before he leapt out of the hut, his head turned my way. Despite the
beard and unruly mess of hair, I didnt miss the tipped smile that formed, his eyes
still burning with the fire I knew had been in mine moments ago. His gaze didnt
leave mine until hed leapt out of the hut, leaving me to try to figure out what man
in the world was content to walk away when he could have gotten his too.
A goddamned saint, thats what he must have been. That was the only
explanation. It certainly explained everything else hed done for me.
By the way, my names Jane, I muttered to the walls, unable to help my smile.
Names didnt matter here. Who hed been or who Id been didnt matter. Hell,
language didnt even matter because in terms of words, we hadnt had a single
conversation, but wed experienced a depth of communication on a different level.
He could be my Tarzan and I could be his Jane, and this island could be our whole
entire world.

JANE

W hen I woke back up later that morning, I found a full bowl of fresh water and a

plate of fruit and fish waiting for me. Beside it rested one of the worn, waterdamaged books Id noticed yesterday morning, though I hadnt read any of the
titles. The one hed set out for me was Tarzan of the Apes, which made me smile.
He understood more than he let on, plus he had a sense of humor.
As I feasted on my breakfast and skimmed through the first chapter in the book,
I made sure to finish the water before setting out for the days adventures. I hadnt
seen my Tarzan since early this morningafter riding his leg like a sex-crazed
deviantbut I guessed he was out catching fish or foraging fruit or weaving
something together. I didnt know much of anything about surviving in a place like
this, but he clearly did, so I needed to learn and contribute. Survival was a daily
fight here, and it was a battle I wanted to take part in.
After lowering down from the hut, I scanned the beach and ocean for any sign of
him, but he was nowhere to be found. After what had happened between us this
morning, maybe I should have felt embarrassed or ashamed or awkward about
confronting him again, but I felt the opposite. I felt empowered and strong,
confident and capable. What had happened in that hut was nothing to be
embarrassed about. It was special, and while I was looking forward to learning more
about this person Id been stranded on an island with, I was eager to keep exploring
the chemistry I felt binding us closer together.
Today, I wandered down the opposite stretch of beach until I came to a rocky
jetty that meant Id either need to turn around and head back, or explore the forest
behind me. Chewing on my lip as I approached the trees, I found they werent
nearly as foreboding as theyd seemed from the oceans edge. The forest was thick
with trees and webbed with a tangle of branches and leaves, but it was beautiful.
The ocean had claimed my shoes, so I made sure to study the ground as I moved
through the trees. In time my feet would toughen up, but right now they felt every
last poke of a twig or sliver of bark.
I didnt want to wander too deep into the jungle for fear of getting lost, so I made
sure to stay just close enough to the edge that I could still see the ocean. Until I
figured out how large this island was, I didnt want to risk moving much beyond

home base. At least on my own. I guessed Tarzan knew every last rock and tree that
made up this island, and I was hoping hed eventually show me around.
About a half hour into my exploration, I heard some noises up ahead. Instead of
turning around, I kept going, fairly confident it wasnt some wild animal that would
charge toward me.
As I followed the sounds through the trees, I saw himhanging from a tall, leafy
tree and hacking at big green things that looked like papayas. I rolled to a stop to
watch Tarzan at the top of the tree, seeming perfectly at ease hanging twenty feet
in the air, chopping down large pieces of fruit with a sharp rock. And how had he
gotten up that thing in the first place? There werent any ladders out here, and this
kind of tree didnt have branches one could climb.
Swallowing, I realized hed somehow managed to climb that thing unassisted,
using nothing more than his body and the strength it possessed. I was in trouble. I
wanted to be able to help, but Id be lucky to make it up the first foot of that tree on
my own. Forget about hanging from the top while I hacked down fruit.
Okay, so fruit gathering might not be the best thing for me to start out with, but
there were other things.
Like fishing . . . with a spear.
Yeah, right. Id barely managed to catch a fish when I had a pole, a worm
hanging from the end of it, and a freshly stocked lake of trout. Spear fishing was
out of the question unless we wanted to starve.
So gathering water. I could do that. Walk to the water source, fill up whatever
water containers we had, and walk back. I could manage that . . . at least once I
figured out where the water source was.
Leaning into a tree, I gave a frustrated sigh. I wasnt used to feeling so helpless
and dependent on someone else for my survival. I was used to taking care of myself
and depending on no one. Had I made it to shore on my own, I would be rapping on
deaths door. If it hadnt been for him taking care of me, I wouldnt be here much
longer. If it hadnt been for him, I wouldnt be here at all.
Even though having to rely on someone else was a foreign feeling, and a slightly
uncomfortable one, I also accepted it wasnt so bad either. We humans were created
for companionship and connection, to lean on others when we needed to and to be
strong for those who needed to lean on us. We were created for relationships, and
even though this one redefined unique, it was special. I needed him to survive, at
least until I could figure it out on my own, and even then, Id still need him for my
souls survival. And even though hed clearly made it out here on his own for god
knew how many years, I noticed something in his eyes when he looked at me that
told me he needed me too.
Once hed finished chopping papayas from the tree, I started gathering as many
as I could carry. If he noticed me as he made his climb down the tree, he didnt
acknowledge me. Instead, once his feet touched the ground, he collected the
remaining papayas, plucked a few out of my hold to lighten my load, then started
back toward the beach.

Despite what had happened in the hut earlier this morning, neither one of us
seemed to harbor any awkwardness as we moved side-by-side down the beach. In
any other situation, there would have been weirdness. Lots of it. But something
about this island and my experience on it thus far shifted all prior held notions. Life
here was stripped of all the unnecessary clutter, the extraneous fluff, and the
incessant bullshit. Life was in its rawest state out here.
Maybe that was why, for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt calm
instead of confusion.
As we continued down the beach, the journey started to take its toll on me.
Especially with the added weight of the papayas. I didnt say anythingI didnt so
much as grunt once in exhaustionbut after coming to an abrupt stop, Tarzan
collected papayas from me, leaving only a couple for me to manage the rest of the
way back.
Thank you, I said, accepting I had to get a hell of a lot stronger if I wanted to
keep up out here. The world had made me soft, but this island would change that.
Realizing that made the journey back to the hut go quickly. I could already feel
myself getting stronger, not just in physicality but in my mind as well.
Once we stopped by the big palm tree in front of the hut, he took the papayas
from me and set them down. Then he took that sharp rock and hacked into one of
the riper-looking pieces of fruit. He cut through it faster than I could have with a
sharp kitchen knife, then he held out the larger half.
Mine, he said, lifting the fruit closer when I took a moment too long to take it.
My eyebrows knitted with confusion. If that was his, why was he holding it out
for me?
Mine, he repeated, practically dropping it into my hands when I stayed frozen.
Still trying to figure out what he was saying, I managed to grab the fruit before it
fell to the sand. Was this his way of stating that this was his fruit hed gathered and
prepared so that Id realize I was somehow in his debt? Was it his way of letting me
know that I owed him and when the time came, he expected me to pay up? Or was
mine some word hed latched onto and substituted it for every other word in the
English language? For all I knew, mine could have been a word in a different
language that meant something else entirely.
I didnt know. But as he stood there, holding his lesser half of the fruit and
waiting for me to take the first bite, I accepted that I didnt need to know. Wherever
this journey led, wherever I wound up as a result, Id found a measure of peace I
hadnt expected to ever really find in this lifetime. Whatever came next was an
afterthought because, for the first time in my life, my soul felt at rest.
Taking a bite, I smiled at him as I savored the juicy sweetness of the fruit.
Good. I took another bite, feeling juice run down my chin. Thank you.
Tarzan watched me eat, his light eyes softening just enough for me to notice. He
gently drew my hand to his chest. Holding it there, he pressed my palm into it. His
eyes never broke contact once.
Mine.

JANE

A fter the first few days went by, I lost track of time. I didnt worry about keeping

track of the days that passed because they didnt matter. I didnt need to know if it
was Thursday or Friday or how many days Id been missing. I didnt need to worry
about appointments or showing up on time or anything like that. I didnt need to
know the exact time, at least not past what the suns position in the sky could tell
me. Sunrises bled into sunsets, days drifted into weeks, until my life before the
island felt almost like a dream.
In the time Id been on the island, Id gotten stronger. Not only had I learned
where the fresh water sources were so I could make water runs, Id figured out how
to climb a papaya tree all on my own. I kept to the shorter ones still, but it wouldnt
be long before Id be scaling the tall ones Tarzan did. Hed managed to teach me
everything through demonstration, as he remained silent, other than throwing out
his favorite one-syllable word every so often.
Id managed to learn from him everything I needed to know in order to survive,
without him speaking a single word of instruction. Our connection had deepened,
almost to the point I felt as though I could read his thoughts at times and I knew
that thered been times hed read mine. It was odd how silence could be so telling.
How quiet could be so revealing.
I still didnt know his name or his story or his history, but I didnt need to know
any of that to feel like I knew him. I think he felt the same way about me.
We settled into a routine that didnt change much on any given day. Every night
we fell asleep the way we had that first night after the storm, our bodies fitted
together, his strong arms sheltering me. Every morning we woke up together, his
body giving mine the same kind of pleasure. He held me close until I stopped
quivering in his arms, then he headed out to catch our breakfast. He never allowed
me to repay the favor, despite my regular attempts. I knew he was just as aroused
as I wasI could feel it every morning straining against my bodybut he wouldnt
allow reciprocation. He gave me mine, then he carried on with the day.
No matter how insistent I was or how many attempts I made, he wouldnt allow
it. After holding my wrists behind my back until I stopped struggling, hed move
his mouth outside of my ear and whisper that one word before leaving.

It was exhausting and confounding all at once, but it never stopped me from
letting his leg nudge between mine every morning. It never stopped me from
throwing my head back against him and crying out as I came undone.
I guessed he had a reason for not letting me give him the same kind of pleasure,
but I didnt have to first clue as to why.
It was late in the afternoon, and like most of my days on the island, I hadnt
seen Tarzan since this morning. Every once in a while Id catch him watching me
from some perch in a tree, but we both had our chores to get done. Unlike back
home where life wouldnt cease to exist if the laundry didnt get done, life here
really could cease to exist if we didnt see to our daily tasks.
Id spent most of the day gathering breadfruit and hauling it back to camp, and I
was taking a brief break in the shade of our palm tree, staring out at the ocean. It
looked so calm, so gentle right nowI knew how quickly that could change.
Fishing with a spear continued to be my nemesis, no matter how many times
Tarzan had demonstrated his technique for spearing fish. I had yet to spear a fish
on my own, though Id come close several times.
He always made sure to be there whenever I attempted itprobably worried I
was going to spear my foot insteadbut determination flooded my gut the longer I
stared at the ocean. I felt as though it were taunting me. I could take care of our
water needs, I could collect fruit, and I was learning how to weave different kinds of
organic materials to fashion rope, but I couldnt successfully fish. Yet.
This was the day to change that.
Rising from the sand, I grabbed one of Tarzans spears he had propped against
the tree, then I started toward the water. I was still wearing the lab coat, but it had
ripped and frayed to the point of it nearing its expiration date. I might as well have
just traipsed about mostly naked like Tarzan, but I couldnt quite bring myself to it.
The sun had darkened my skin to a nice caramel brown, so I didnt burn anymore,
and my eyes had finally gotten used to the bright glare that was ever present during
the day. The bottoms of my feet had toughened up, and thanks to the sun, my light
hair had bleached out to the point it was almost white.
It was odd how I already felt adapted to the island in the weeks, or months, since
Id arrived, yet Id never felt like Id adapted to my life before.
The ocean water was warm but refreshing against the heat of the late afternoon
sun. I made sure to watch my steps as I moved farther out, careful not to step on a
jellyfish or any other breed of creature Tarzan had pointed out that could be deadly
if stepped on just right.
I waded out until I was almost up to my hips in water. This same level of water
only came up to Tarzans knees, but that was one of the perks to being a giant. Once
I found a spot where I had good footing, I waited. Patience was just as important in
the skill of fishing as the actual spearing was. Depending on the day, it might take
up to a half an hour for the fish to swim their way back into the disturbed water. On
a good day, it only took a few minutes, but that was rare.
Today was a rare day, I noticed with a smile as a couple of brightly colored fish

swam into view. I held my spear in striking position, just as Id been taught, trying
not to move a single muscle. Any movement, and the fish would disappear in a
flash.
A few more shot into view, swimming more erratically than I was used to.
Generally they seemed to glide along the ocean floor in a steady pace, but today,
they were bolting, then slowing, then bolting again.
Strange. It was going to make catching one of those suckers that much harder. I
could feel sweat running down my neck, my arms starting to burn from holding the
spear the way I was, but I didnt move. I was going to do it. Today I was going to
catch my first fish.
When a decent-sized yellow fish swam so close it brushed my ankle with its
tailfin, I went into motion. Driving the spear through the water with all of the force
and precision Id been taught, I felt my spear connect with something other than
sand. Blinking salt water out of my eyes, I felt my mouth open when I looked into
the water and found the yellow fish on the end of my spear.
Id done it. Id passed all island survivalist skills at last. Just as I was opening my
mouth to let out a little hoot of excitement, I felt something else brush past my
ankles. This wasnt so small though.
Instead of a shout of excitement, one of fear rose out of my throat as the large
gray body of a shark came into view. The shark must have been the reason for the
fish acting so erratically. It must have been near and drawn even closer by the blood
Id just spilled into the water from my fresh catch. Another scream spilled from my
mouth.
Run, Jane. The beach is only a few meters back. Just run.
The words cycled through my head, but I couldnt move. Fear struck me frozen
as the sight of the sharks fin cut through the surface.
A crash of water sounded behind me right before I caught sight of something
breaking into view beside me. Are you okay?
I didnt have time to process what hed just said before he threw himself in front
of me, wound his arms around my body, and rushed me up to the beach. Water
surged around his body, my heart pounded in my eardrums, and every second that
passed seemed to span an entire lifetime. We were halfway to shore when he cried
out, his eyes squeezing shut in pain, but he kept rushing me out of the water and
didnt stop until I was on dry sand.
Stay here, he ordered. After taking the spear from my shaking hand, he
kicked the fish off the spearhead and turned back toward the water.
He wasnt moving right. His steps were uneven. Right before he charged back
into the water with his spear in hand, I noticed his calf. Tiny rivers of blood were
winding down it, swirling into the water before his leg disappeared beneath it. Hed
been bitten. By a shark.
The same shark he was swimming back into the water with.

JANE

N ext time you get bitten by a shark, dont go back into the ocean after it. Okay?

I lifted an eyebrow as I continued to wash his bite with fresh water. He hadnt
so much as flinched or grimaced once as I tended to his wound after Id finally
managed to get him out of the water.
And next time a reef shark comes swimming around wanting the fish you just
speared, give it to the shark. There was an edge of humor in his voice. It seemed
funny I could already pick up on that since Id only learned he could talk a whole
hour ago. And, by the way, you shouldnt have even been out spear fishing by
yourself.
I smiled at him as I soaked a piece of torn fabric from my lab coat back into the
bowl of water. Listen, I know weve been a bit preoccupied tending to shark bites
and roasting said shark on a spitI eyed the crackling fire and the giant fish
skewered above it, sizzling as it cookedbut I dont want to forget to bring up this
thing about you talking. In words and everything.
As if reminded of it, he turned the shark over the fire.
In the end, it had only been a four-foot reef sharkhardly a man-eaterbut it
had tried to take a chunk of his calf flesh. When Tarzan had appeared out of the
water a few minutes later, dragging a shark with his spear driven through its head,
my jaw had almost hit the sand. Who just dove into the ocean with a shark that had
already taken a chunk out of him, then wrestled it to the death and dragged it out
like it was no big deal?
It was hearing your scream, I think, he said, staring into the fire. Everything
just came crashing back when I heard you scream. Bits and pieces have been
coming back ever since you arrived, but it was all still kind of foggy, just out of
reach.
It was so strange to hear him speak. So odd to hear the inflection in his voice and
the tenor in his tone. I hadnt realized how much Id missed conversation until
right now, having it here on this beach while I tended to a shark bite.
What a day.
What happened? Did you just stop talking one day? Or did you wake up one
morning like that?

He lifted his broad shoulders. At first, I talked to everything. The hermit crabs,
the birds, even the trees. I talked because it was the last part of my old self I felt I
still had. After a while though, having nothing ever talk back, I eventually just
stopped speaking at all. The words were still in my head, but thats where they
stayed. He sat up to inspect what I was doing, giving me a look as I continued to
wash his leg.
You dont want it getting infected, I said, answering his silent accusation.
Its not going to get infected.
I nodded, dipping the cloth back into the water then wringing it out. I know.
Thats exactly what Im making sure of.
He exhaled through his nose but let me keep working. At first, me touching him
had seemed to make him uncomfortable, but hed eventually settled into it. For as
little of a problem as he had with touching me, it was odd how difficult it was for
him to let me touch him.
Then one day I was climbing one of those papaya trees and I got sloppy, lost my
footing, and fell. I havent spoken since.
Concussion? I guessed.
Well if the fall to the ground didnt do it, the papaya Id been cutting that
crashed into my temple did it. Turning his head, he slid some of his hair away to
reveal a white scar stretched across his temple.
How long ago was that? I traced the scar with my thumb, which made him
clamp his jaw, almost like I was hurting him. I pulled my hand awayhe was
clearly uncomfortable with me touching him in new places, and I didnt want to
overwhelm him.
I dont know for sure, but probably close to two years ago. He exhaled slowly
when I got back to working on his calf.
My eyes cut to his. You havent spoken in two years? When he shook his head,
I sat back, reeling. How long have you been on this island?
He stared into the fire again, a contemplative look on his face. My best
estimation is between five to six years. His forehead creased deeper. Maybe
longer.
My stomach dropped when I realized how long hed been alone. My time on the
island had been a blink of an eye in comparison, but Id had a companion to help
me survive and to pass the long days with. Hed had no one. Hed had to figure out
everything on his own, without so much as a living soul to exchange a word with.
My heart ached for him.
How did you do it? I whispered.
He tossed another stick on the fire. God, hed even had to figure out how to
make a fire on his own, without those nifty modern devices known as newspaper, a
match, and lighter fluid.
Lucky for me, I made it to Eagle Scout by the time I was fourteen. He peered
over at me, smiling.
I dont know if Id call anything about this lucky. I got back to cleaning his leg,

but more as a distraction now. Id have to bandage it eventually, but I was stalling
as I tried to figure out what to bandage it with.
Why not? He paused a minute to let me reply. Right here, right now, Im
surrounded by beauty, answer to no man, and get to experience the thrill of every
day possibly being my last.
My eyebrow cocked in his direction. Right now youre surrounded by a roasting
shark that bit your leg, which Im trying to keep from getting infected. Whats so
beautiful about this?
When his eyes turned to me, the flames from the fire were reflected in them. He
held my stare for a moment then another. Youre here.
My heart stalled from his words, but it surged back to life from the look on his
face. Id spent my whole life hoping to find someone whod look at me the way he
was nowlike I was the answer to all of the questions, the solution to all of the
confusion, the end to all beginnings.
In his eyes, I saw my whole world.
Whats your name?
A smirk tugged at his beard. My given name or the one youve so poetically
bestowed upon me?
Pulling my fingers from the cup of water, I flicked a few drops at his chest. My,
for someone who hasnt said much for two years, youre not seeming to having any
issues picking it right back up.
He chuckled, and it might have been the most perfect sound Id ever heard.
Like riding a bike.
So? Given name? In case I want to holler it at you when youre rushing back
into the ocean after a killer shark?
His eyes lifted at my exaggeration, and they landed on my lab coat, on the area
right above the pocket. Ill give you two guesses.
My forehead creased. At one point Id wondered if this wild man had been a
doctor in his other life, but that thought had long ago been abandoned. No way.
He lifted a shoulder. Way.
I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. Even after years separated from
civilization, he could still remember random clich phrases. Doctor Grant
Bridger?
He held out his arms. In the flesh and blood and scruff. He gave his beard a
tug.
You were a doctor?
I am a doctor.
My head shook as I worked to align that with what I already knew of him.
Youre a doctor? Really?
Now your skepticism is starting to hurt my feelings, he teased, grabbing my
wrist when I went to bring the wet cloth back to his leg. And as a doctor, Im
letting you know that my leg will be just fine now. Thank you for your assistance.
Twisting my wrist in his hand, I wound my fingers around his wrist and gave it a

tug. I tried to ignore the heat I could feel igniting within me from his touch. I tried
to ignore the way it spread through my body, settling into the pit of my stomach.
And as a nurse, Im letting you know your leg will be just fine once I get it
bandaged up. So, thank you, Doctor, for your input, but since you havent been
practicing anywhere for five to six years, Im going to run lead on this one.
Despite his beard, I didnt miss him fighting with a smile. Letting go of my
wrists, he lifted his hands in a surrender type of way and leaned back into the sand
on his elbows. Be my guest, Nurse. The way he said it made my spine tingle. But
what do you think youre going to use to bandage my leg up with?
He glanced at me with a victorious look, like hed had the last say, but he didnt
know I was already two steps ahead of him. Taking the hem of the lab coat, I started
tearing a ribbon of it off, lifting onto my knees as I continued to rip it around
behind me.
What are you doing? He swallowed as he watched me finish ripping the strip
off.
Taking care of you. I started to wind the material down his calf, making sure
to wrap it tight enough it stayed in place without being too tight and cutting off
circulation. Once Id wound the first strip around, I started tearing off the next
strip.
Thats the only piece of clothing on this island, he said, almost like a warning.
My shoulders lifted. This last piece of clothing is about to become bandages
then. As I finished ripping off the second strip from the bottom of the coat, I
realized that in one more strip, thered really be no sense in keeping the thing on
anymore. As it was, it was just barely hanging low enough to cover my pussy. One
more strip would change that. Youll just have to teach me how to make one of
those fashionable loin cloth things. I swallowed when I realized I had more to
cover than a man. Or three, I added. Ive been wanting to work on my tan
anyway.
I couldnt make eye contact with him as I wrapped the second strip into place,
but he seemed to have no problem looking at me. Touching him like this, taking
care of him, having a conversation, sharing a laughId already felt deeply
attracted to him, and this new element of our relationship was making it that much
more intense.
Hed charged like some eternal hero into the ocean to protect me and emerged
from it like some Greek god with a shark on the end of his spear. Hed saved my life
in too many ways to count, and hed saved me in other ways too. As savage and wild
as he seemed, there was so much more beneath all of that. There was a man
beneath that wild layer. A good, educated, decent man beneath the surface layer of
savagery.
Everything about him drew me in. I wondered if in any fraction of a way, I did
the same for him.
Dont, he rasped when my fingers moved back to the frayed hem of the coat.
Why not? I asked, the first rip piercing the quiet night.

Because I cant promise you Ill be able to control what happens next. His
throat bobbed, his eyes narrowing as he watched me rip another piece of material
free.
I was sitting down enough on my legs that nothing was exposed yet, but I
couldnt stay this way forever. Eventually Id have to shift or get up or move, so
after winding the third ribbon of fabric down to his ankle, my hands moved to the
top button of the coat.
I dont want you to control what happens next, I said, slipping the first button
free. I dont want you to control yourself around me any longer. I dont want the
educated, civilized man I know now you are. My fingers werent trembling any
longer as I undid the second button. I want the savage, uncivilized man who saved
me from the ocean and grunted mine into my ear.
His face suddenly went from tortured to something else. Almost as if something
had just hit him. That wasnt the right word.
My head tipped. You didnt mean mine?
His hand reached for mine, stilling it as my fingers moved to the next button.
No. I didnt mean it as in you belong to me. But as in I belong to you.
My mind wandered back to all of the times Id heard him utter that lone word.
Mine. Mine. Mine. All this time, I thought hed meant one thing when, in fact, hed
meant the total opposite.
Yours? Is that what you meant?
His other hand rose, covering his chest as he leaned in closer. Yours. Letting
go of my hand, he lifted his hand to slide my hair behind my ear. Yours, he
repeated in a whisper, moving closer until I could feel his breath against my cheek.
My heart was hammering as I tilted my head so my mouth was outside of his ear,
my hand undoing the last few buttons of the coat.
Yours, I breathed, settling my hand on his chest.
His muscles quivered below my hand, but he didnt back away. His chest moved
faster as my fingers curled into him, but he didnt move my hand away. I gave him
a moment to adjust to my touch before lowering my next hand into place. This
touch made him jerk, a slow breath hissing from his teeth.
Make love to me, I whispered, slowly wrapping one finger at a time around his
erection straining through his loincloth. It was the first time hed let me touch him
like this, and feeling his arousal in my palm spurred my own into uncharted
territory until I was consumed by my need.
His head fell back when I stroked him. Right now, after everythinghe spoke
as though each word were a chore to utter, his forehead creasing deeper with every
slide of my handI couldnt make love to you the way a woman like you
deserves.
Instead of disappointing me, the prospect of the alternative made my need
grow. Why not?
His arms fell back, his hands curling into the sand like he was trying to get a
good grip as my touch became stronger. Ive been alone for years . . . He thrust

his hips when I circled his head with my pinkie. Ive been fantasizing about you
for weeks . . . I couldnt make love to you the way you mean.
I needed to feel him, flesh to fleshI needed to feel his steel sliding against the
soft flesh of my palm. Working the ties of his loincloth free as quickly as I could, I
let it fall to the sand, exposing his body for my viewing and touching pleasure.
Then what would you do to me? My teeth sank into my lip as my eyes dropped
to his manhood. Everything about him was large and male. Every part of him made
me feel sick with want. What have you been fantasizing about?
Unable to stare without touching any longer, I moved my hand back to his
straining cock, drawing a moan from both of us.
Ive lived as a savage for years. Ive lived an existence more animal than
human. Thats the way I want to take you. His eyes clamped closed as I stroked
him. I want to throw you onto all fours, shove between your legs, and fuck you
until you cant walk. I want to come inside you until I cant come anymore and
every last seed in my body is swimming in yours. I want to mate with you. I want to
breed you. I want to mount you and make you scream my name while I take your
body again, and againsomething dark flashed in his eyes when they opened, his
cock throbbing in my handand again.
I wasnt sure when Id stopped breathing, but I had. I was so wet from his words
and feeling his cock in my hand that it was running down my legs. Then what are
you waiting for?
When my thumb swirled around the tip of his cock, I felt a pearl of pre-cum. I
lifted my thumb to my lips and sucked it into my mouth, sighing as I tasted him.
Hed barely even touched me, yet I could already feel my orgasm building from
the taste of him and his words still firing in my head.
Glancing at the ground behind me, he lifted his chin. Im waiting for you to get
on all fours and show me you want the same.
My nipples hardened at the rumble in his voice. Letting go of his cock, my hands
slipped under the shoulders of the coat, slowly letting it fall down my arms. When
Grants gaze dropped from my face, his throat bobbed as he roamed my chest. As
his eyes dropped down my stomach, landing on my pussy, the corners of his eyes
creased. I looked down with him, unable to miss the glistening wetness coating my
body down there. The ache to feel him moving inside me became too much to bear.
Turning around, I slowly lowered onto my hands, digging my knees into the cool
sand.
Behind me, Grants breaths were ragged as I heard him stir from his position. He
didnt touch me as he moved up behind me, making me feel like I was choking on
my heartbeat. Make sure this is what you want.
Why? I panted, tipping my hips up higher, needing him to sheath himself
inside me before I passed out.
Because once I have you, Im going to want you again right after. And again
right after that. His palms drilled into the meat of my backside, kneading me
roughly. You give me your body now, youll give it to me again. Whenever I ask you

to. Whenever I feel my cock stir, it will be your body that sates it. Ive waited for
this for a long time, and if you give yourself to me in this way, you wont know a
reprieve from either my cock pumping inside you or my cum running out of you.
One of his hands skimmed down my ass, pausing outside of my opening. He
grunted when he felt fresh wetness spill from me. Ive been patient for a long
time. Let me mate with you like the animal Ive become, and Ill never be patient
again. Are you sure youre ready for that? Are you sure you know the magnitude of
my need?
Even as he asked his questions, I felt him lower his cock into me. My fists curled
into the sand as his tip shoved inside me, drawing a rumbling groan from him that
echoed across the ocean. I struggled to hang onto my last remnant of reasoning
before I became consumed by raw desire. Rolling my hips back enough to take more
of him inside me, I shrieked in pleasure. This was my first time, but it felt like what
Id been made to do. To be intimate with another soul. To share my body with his.
To give and receive the kind of pleasure Id only heard about.
I should have been nervous and anxious and, with a cock the size of his,
squirming as he inched into me, but I felt nothing but fire and oneness and
unadulterated pleasure building inside me like it was about to explode.
Stilling my hips just long enough to look back at him, I lifted an eyebrow. Are
you sure you can handle my need?
His face was drawn up like he was holding himself back, every muscle in view
straining through his skin. As he crept deeper into me, taking my virginity in one
slow stroke, he didnt blink or look away until hed seated himself so far inside me,
I could feel his pelvis grinding into my ass. My cry filled the quiet night while a
ragged breath spilled from his mouth.
I can handle whatever you give me, he said, his voice an octave deeper than
normal as he pulled back. Whatever you want from me. I can handle it all. Ill take
care of every need you have. Ill take care of you.
Staring back at him, I knew his words werent empty. Hed been taking care of
me since the night the ocean should have claimed my life. Hed been taking care of
me every moment since, this moment included.
Thrusting back into me, his arms came around me as his chest lowered into my
back. His head fell beside mine as he took my body, giving his to me at the same
time.
Im not going to last long this round, and it would be pointless to even try
holding off, he rasped in my ear before sucking at my lobe. Your bodys so
goddamned perfect, your pussy handmade for my cock to fuck, I doubt Im ever
going to be able to last long inside you.
His thrusts became harder, rocking my body below his, forcing moans out of me
as I reveled in the feel of his cock filling me with each thrust. This was what Id
been missing. All of this time, Id been missing this. Id been missing him. The way
he made me feel safe and wanted and like I was the damn queen of his world. The
way he worshipped my body and the way mine drove him over the edge of sanity

and reason.
God, everything Id been looking for had been right here, on this beach, in this
man, half a world away from where Id spent the past twenty-four years.
But dont you worry. Ill be taking good care of you after this. Ill be taking good
care of you always. He grunted, his hips bucking against mine.
I panted, feeling my orgasm spiraling closer with every touch, with every word,
with every stroke of his powerful steel. You already are.
Im going to take care of you right now because I want to feel your pussy
working my cock when I fill you with my cum. I want to feel your pussy jacking me
off good, baby. Because as soon as Ive drained the last drop of myself into you, Im
going to flip you onto your back, put my head between your legs, and fuck you with
my mouth so many times, youre going to be begging for my cock again.
God, Grant, I moaned, my head throwing back against him as my legs
quivered from what was building inside me.
I cant wait to see how you taste, baby. I cant wait to discover how I taste on
you. I cant wait until I can shove my tongue up this tight channel before sucking
your clit until your hips are bucking so hard against me, my neck could snap. I want
your pleasure. Its mine. So give this one to my cock so your next one can belong to
my tongue.
My hips were rocking back to meet each of his thrusts now. I was seemingly
unable to feel him deep or hard enough. Yes, I breathed, my body shuddering as
my orgasm surged to the surface.
Thats right. Im there. I want your pussy getting me off when I come. Get me
off, baby. Get me off good.
His head fell outside of mine, his words so strong they echoed through my body.
Right as my body seized from the first pulse of pleasure radiating through me,
Grant grabbed my chin and tipped my head toward his. His forehead folded and I
felt his cock kick inside me as my pussy milked the first ribbon of cum from him.
I want your eyes on mine when you come. I want to see what my body does to
yours. I want your eyes when I fill you with my seed. Beads of sweat were forming
along his face, his pupils dilating as he thrust into me over and over, his orgasm
never seeming to end. He was still fucking me when I started to feel our combined
cum spilling down my legs.
As the last of my orgasm shot through me, all the strength in my body
dissipated. Had it not been for his strong arm around me, I would have crashed into
the sand. His breath was hot and hard outside my ear, his body damp with sweat
and hard against mine. His cock stayed buried deep inside me, our shared release
still running down my legs.
As his arm tightened around me, his mouth clamped down on my neck, sucking
at the delicate skin until I shuddered. He released it with a wet pop, his cock coming
back to life inside me.
Mine, he husked before flipping me on my back.

JANE

A s the first colors of morning had started to light the sky, my body tensed before

spilling into shudders again. Id lost count of how many times it had happened, but
it could just as easily have been a million times as it was a dozen.
Wed spent one magical night together, but with today came the feeling that Id
known Grant all of my life. Whatever bond wed forged in the weeks wed spent
together, whatever connection wed drawn last night through the union of our
bodies, tied us together in a way where time didnt play a factor. There was no end,
no beginning, no before, no after. There was now, and only right now. There was
him, and only him.
Grant kissed the insides of my legs after hed sucked the last ripple of pleasure
from me. Mercy?
A grin spread across my face as my fingers combed through his hair. No way.
A grunt came from deep in his chest. Insatiable.
I warned you.
Yes, he breathed, skimming his nose along my sex, you did.
I giggled when his whiskers scratched my skin. Mercy for you?
I circled my hips, inviting him back despite the tender ache throbbing between
my legs. As promised, hed taken me again, and again . . . and again. Hed taken me
like a wild, savage beast driven by impulse and commanded by instinct. Hed mated
my body with his, breeding me until his cum had been running out of me like a
stream.
In between each time he shoved his cock back into me, hed thrown me on my
back and sucked me off until I was exhausted. Then hed put me on all fours and
take his, each time demanding I came with him. Each time ensuring my pussy got
him off as he went off inside me.
Hell, no, he stated emphatically, crawling up my body and gathering me in his
arms. But how about an intermission? A lots happened since yesterday, and Id
like to have you in my arms while I work on catching up. He repositioned the lab
coat so it was laid out beneath me on the sand, then he curled me to his chest,
ringing one arm around my waist and another behind his neck as he looked up at
the lightening sky.

Ill say a lots happened, Dr. Bridger. I smiled down at his groin. Despite the
intermission, it looked like his erection hadnt gotten the memo.
Thank you for that. His lips pressed into my temple. For last night. That was
. . .
I waited as he continued to struggle to find the right words. That was what?
The best fucking thing to happen to anyone ever, he settled on at last. Thats
what that was.
I couldnt have put it better if Id tried. Says the man whos been alone on a
deserted island for years. I glanced at him and winked. I could have laid there like
a cold fish and you would have been just as happy.
He chuckled, his chest gently bouncing my head. Well, Im glad you didnt just
lay there like a cold fish. And Ive been alone far longer than the years Ive been on
this island.
My eyebrows came together. What do you mean? I knew he was a doctor, but
not much else about him. This was probably a good time to fill in the blanks before
we got back to fulfilling each others desires.
He swallowed, his eyes going somewhere else. My parents died when I was
young, and I spent most of my formative years being raised by an old uncle who
didnt know the first thing about affection, nor did he have the desire to learn it. I
think that was what encouraged me to work so hard in school that I could graduate
earlyso I could be out on my own.
As his story unfolded, I lifted up onto my elbow so I could look at him.
I finished my undergrad at twenty, med school two years later, and I was an
official MD by the time I turned twenty-five. I worked in a pediatrics hospital in
the oncology department in Boston for five years, before the cases I dealt with took
their toll and I decided I needed to try something else. I was tired of being alone and
watching children suffer then die, only able to help ease their suffering or
temporarily prolong their lives. I was tired of having no one to come home to and
find comfort in at the end of a long day. So I left the States and signed up to help an
international organization that helps children in impoverished countries. His eyes
drifted from the sky to mine for a moment, his hand pressing deeper into my waist.
I hoped that in some way, out here, away from everything Id known, that Id find
the meaning and purpose Id spent most of my life searching for. I hoped Id find
someone to share life with, instead of spending the rest of mine alone. He paused
to take a breath. As he exhaled, he drew me closer. I was looking for you.
I smiled, raising a brow. You were looking for me?
He nodded once. I might not have known your name or what you looked like or
where or when Id meet you, but yes, I was looking for you.
Something in my chest felt like it was melting. My heart or my lungs or my soul .
. . or everything in between.
And you know my name now? I asked once I could form words again.
He grinned. You, Jane. Me, Tarzan.
The playfulness on his face and in his words made me laugh. You do know my

name.
I couldnt talk. My hearing was just fine though.
I shifted farther up his body so my face was hovering above his. I had so many
questions, but one had been on the forefront of my mind since that night Id felt
two strong arms pull me out of the ocean. How did you know I was out there and
needed help?
Grant was quiet as his gaze flickered out to the ocean. It was so calm and
peaceful this morninga stark contract to how it had been the night it brought me
to this island. His forehead creased deeper with each moment that passed, almost
like he was reliving the scene. I saw your boat earlier that afternoon when Id been
up a tree gathering fruit.
You mean to tell me that the first time you laid eyes on me, you were hacking
papaya out of a tall tree? I teased.
He shot me a disparaging look. If you must know, it was a breadfruit tree and
your boat looked like a little speck on the horizon, so I had no idea who or what was
on it. But it was the first sign of life Id seen while on this island, so I jumped out of
the tree and started piling up as many leaves and branches as I could to start a
fire.
My breath stopped when I realized it was his trail of black smoke Id been trying
to get to when the storm started. Id had no idea. I thought the storm had tossed
me around a good few knots before sinking the boat.
That was your fire? I breathed.
Grant blinked. You saw it?
Yes, I saw it. Id been trying to make it toward it when the storm got out of
control. Now I was looking out at the ocean with him. I was so sure it had been
trying to end me that night, but maybe it had been trying to give me the new
beginning Id been searching for. Im sorry I wasnt the Coast Guard or someone
who could have saved you. That was quite the smoke signal you sent into the sky.
Grant shot me a confused look for a moment before it ironed out. His palm lifted
to my cheek. I didnt make that fire to try to save me, Jane. My spine tingled
when he said my name. I made that fire to try to save you.
When I realized what he was saying, my eyes welled instantly. He hadnt started
that fire in an attempt to save himselfhed made it as a beacon of hope and safety
for me.
You knew the storm was coming? I had to swallow to keep going. You knew it
was going to get bad?
Ive lived on this ocean for years. I can sense a storm coming before the sky
even begins to darken.
Instead of wiping my eyes to erase my tears, I let them fall. Out here, with him, I
didnt feel the need to hide my emotions. It felt like the one place on Earth I could
let them be real and raw.
My ship went down when it was dark. How did you know I needed help?
He was quiet, something new in his eyes when he looked at me. It was a

feeling.
The corners of my mouth twitched. A feeling?
He didnt blink. A feeling. My instinct has kept me alive out here this long, so I
trust it when its telling me something. And that night, it was telling me someone
needed my help.
I had no idea which side of this island my boat had gone down or how far Id
been out from the shore. The island was large, and the ocean was endless.
How in the world did you find me out there? I breathed, overwhelmed.
Grants thumb wiped one of the fresh tears from my cheek, his eyes softening.
I could find you anywhere in this universe. Especially this ocean.

GRANT

E verything Id been looking for was right here, in my arms. That was the thought I
awoke to, finding the sun almost directly overhead. It was a good thing Id moved
us beneath the palm trees shade before wed drifted asleep early this morning.
Wed both been too exhausted to talk another word or exchange another touch.
Jane was still resting peacefully, her head settled on my chest with her arm and
leg draped over my body, clinging to me in her sleep as I clung to her. Feeling her
naked and pressed against me, my arousal stirred instantly, but I wouldnt wake
herId let her wake on her own, once she was good and rested. If it was up to me,
wed spend most of the rest of our lives with our bodies joined the way theyd been
last night, taking a few minutes in between to sleep.
But this wasnt about what I wantedthis was about what she needed. What she
wanted. That was my lifes new mission. Mere survival took a backseat to making
sure her every need and whim was met.
Wed talked about so much earlier. She knew my storymy life before this
island and my life sinceshe knew me, and here she was, still tucked against me,
breathing soundly and her expression peaceful.
My whole life, Id searched for the kind of connection Id found with this woman
the moment my arms had wound around her to pull her from the oceans clutches.
Everything Id been searching for out there had been waiting for me here. This
island wasnt the hell Id been banished to, as Id originally thought when my small
seaplane went down and Id somehow survived to swim my way here. This wasnt
hell on Earthno, it was heaven. Id found it. My own personal heaven on Earth,
and I knew it was Jane who made it so. I knew she would make that true no matter
where we wound up on this planet.
She was my heaven, my saving grace. Id give anything to make her happy. Id
sacrifice everything to keep her safe. Fuck, Id give my life just to save her the
discomfort of a scratch. She was precious to me in a way that made everything else
pale in comparisonincluding my own life.
Ever since shed arrived on the island, my life had changed for the better. Each
morning was better than the one before because it was another one I got to share
with her. God, and then last night. Thered been times I felt close to passing out

from the sheer pleasure her body provided that my vision had started to blur. Jane
was my heaven, but her body was my playlandmy every fantasy fulfilled.
Id been attracted to Jane from the moment I saw her, attracted in a way that
turned my stomach and made it hard to breathe. Not just because she was the first
woman Id seen in years, but because she was the first woman Id come across who
made me feel like my search was over. The first woman whod given me a glimpse
at forever.
I didnt want to come on strong, because she had enough to cope with after
getting marooned on a deserted island without having to fend off the advances of
some mute Neanderthal. I didnt want her to fear me or worry that I was just
waiting for my opportunity to take advantage of her. Id rather chew off my own
arm than make her feel that Id ever hurt her in that way, but then that morning I
woke up to find her coming undone in my arms as she stroked her pussy against my
leg.
Fuck. Thinking about the way Id felt waking up to that made my dick ache so
deep, I felt like it was going to split in half. It had taken every ounce of willpower in
this life and my next hundred to keep from pinning her below me and letting my
cock feel that perfect pussy coming undone. Instead Id lain there, pumping my leg
as she fell apart in my arms, and feeling like I was about to give myself an
aneurism.
I looked forward to every morning, sometimes waking her up before she woke
me, never growing tired of giving her the pleasure she both seemed to desire and
require. Though she tried every morning, I never let her return the favor, no matter
how fucking much I wanted to feel her body bring me to my own release.
I always declined because I didnt want her to think I expected anything in
return. I didnt want her to think that because Id given her something, she had to
give me something. It wasnt a favor I gave her each morning with the expectation
of having it paid backit was a damn honor to give her what she needed. A
privilege for her to share that private part of herself for me.
But last night . . . fuck . . . last night.
My restraint must have drifted off into the night air when she exposed her
naked body to me, asking me to share my body with hers. Practically begging me to
unleash the animal Id tried to keep under control inside me. Controlling him any
longer became impossible when she lowered onto her hands and knees in front of
me and I saw the wet welcome shining on her pussy.
It became impossible to say no to her because it was a concept I was unfamiliar
with where it concerned Jane. No wasnt in my vocabulary where she was involved.
It never would be either.
When Janes leg fitted around my hips a little snugger, I could feel her pussy
pressing into my side. I had to grit my jaw to keep from taking her right this
second, especially when I felt how ready she was to welcome my cock into her body.
Dripping wet even in her dreamsthey must have been sweet ones.
Scrubbing my face to keep from shoving myself between her legs and making

them that much sweeter, I slowly unwound from her embrace to go get some water.
After the exertion of last night, she needed to get plenty of water today.
Thankfully wed brought enough back yesterday to get us through most of the day.
I had to stretch for a minute to get the blood pumping to other extremities than
my dick, then I dropped a few more pieces of wood on the fire to keep the flame
going just enough to keep the pests away from the shark Id dragged out of the
ocean. Later, Id cut it into smaller pieces and dry it out to preserve it, but right
now, I had other things to take care of.
My loincloth was still resting where Jane had taken it off, which made me smile.
No sense in wearing that anymore. Nothing to hide, and this way, whenever she
needed me, Id be able to give it to her without wasting a second to strip.
Deserted island life had its perks.
Dropping a coconut bowl into the bucket Id managed to fashion out of leaves
and bark, I froze when my eyes landed on my still-hard cock. My heart lodged in my
throat right before a unique mix of emotions settled into the pit of my stomach.
Pride tangled with guilt. Thrill mixed with worry. Hell, even a degree of male
smugness worked into the mix.
There was dried blood coating my cock. Which meant . . .
Fuck.
Was Jane a virgin? Or had she been until last night?
Fuck again.
I hadnt exactly been gentle entering her. I hadnt exactly been slow and gentle
in any of the times Id entered her. Had I known, I never would taken her the way I
had, riding her so hard it felt like the head of my cock was stabbing into her throat
each time I sheathed myself into her tight channel.
Oh, god. She had been so perfectly tight. So goddamn, mind-blowingly tight
that all it had taken was a few strokes before my balls drew up, my orgasm shooting
through me a moment later.
Shed never given any indication she was in pain. Id been watching too. Despite
my mind seeming to be focused on one thing only, Id reserved enough mind space
to ensure I was making it good for her too.
Had my precious Jane saved herself? For last night? For me?
The thought of it made my throat tighten and my inner animal roar. Id been her
first. The first man to know her body. The first man to fill her with his seed. The
first man to feel her sweet pussy milk his cock while he was buried twelve inches
inside.
Fuck times infinity.
I had to give my nuts a hard squeeze to keep from coming right therethats
how turned on I was by the knowledge Id been the one to take this beautiful
womans virginity.
Staring at the blood dried along the expanse of my cock, I made sure to commit
the image to memory. If Id had a camera, I would have snapped a damn picture and
hung it above the headboard of my bed so I got to fall asleep and wake up to the

sight every day of my life.

Behind me, I heard Jane stir with a sleepy sounding yawn. I was having the best
dream. Her voice was sleepy too. But Im afraid youre going to have to come over
here and finish it for me. I woke up before we got to the best part.
As I turned, I felt my brows come together. The sight of her like thatnaked and
stretched out, fragments of light cutting through the shademade me weak. She
was the most beautiful thing Id ever seen, and I got to look at her whenever I
wanted.
I was the luckiest damn bastard who had ever and would ever live.
Was last night your first time? I rasped, still feeling like it was too good to be
true.
Her throat bobbed as she lowered her eyes. Then she nodded. Yes. It was my
first time. Her eyes met mine for a beat before shifting away again. You were my
first.
Hearing her admit it made me want to beat my chest and roar. But I didnt want
to terrify her, so I saved the chest pounding for a time when I was alone.
Why didnt you tell me? I asked, moving toward her. If Id known, I would
have been gentleI would have taken my time and let you set the pace.
Jane bit her lip. There was nothing about last night I would have done
differently, no matter how experienced or inexperienced I was. Nothing. Her eyes
flashed when they met mine.
But why didnt you say anything? I lowered beside her and held out the bowl
of water.
Her eyes didnt land on the water bowl thoughthey landed on the straining
piece of anatomy between my legs. When she wet her lips, I felt my balls draw up.
Not yet, I told myself. Now that I knew Id been Janes first last night, I wanted to
show her how much that meant to me. How thankful I was for that priceless gift.
I guess I thought youd know . . . She finally took the bowl from me when she
realized I wasnt going to do anything until she drank. I thought youd figure it out
when, you know . . .
Ah, I got it now. She figured my experience would lead me to the conclusion that
she was a virgin. That Id been with my fair share of womenbefore all of this
and would know when I was fucking a virgin pussy.
Another chunk of my soul gave itself to her right then. And now, she had it all.
She always would too.
Jane, I breathed, grabbing her hand. I didnt know. I didnt have a clue. All I
knew was that you were the most perfect thing Id ever felt.
She finished what was left in the bowl and set it down. She looked up at me,
almost appearing shy. So I was the first virgin youve been with?
My fingers laced tighter around hers as I lowered my head so my eyes were only
inches above hers. I didnt tame my stare. Baby, you are the only one Ive ever
been with.
At first, her face creased like she was confused. That only lasted a moment

before it ironed out into happiness. I was your first? she said, almost like it was
to herself.
But I answered her. My first. My only. My last. My forever. I pressed my lips
into her forehead. My everything.
Her fingers curled into mine. Really?
Really, I said with a nod. But I wish you would have told me last night that I
was your first. I would have gone slower. Gentler. My brows drew together when I
replayed some of last night in my head. If Id known, I never would have
Given me the best night of my whole entire life? Jane interrupted, lifting a
brow at me. I wouldnt have changed anything about last night. Absolutely
nothing.
My eyes ran down Janes beautiful body. Her body that no other man would
know. The sense of pride and possession that overtook me almost knocked me
over.
Did I hurt you though? The thought of it made my stomach twist and my chest
seize.
Grant, no. You didnt hurt meyou helped me. She sat up just enough to
press her palm into the side of my face. You saved me.
Before I knew I was moving over her, I felt her legs curl around me. When I
kissed her neck, catching her head in the net of my hands when it fell back, she
sighed.
What are you doing? she asked.
I positioned myself outside of her, my chest rumbling when I felt her wet
warmth welcoming me closer. Slowly, I started to move inside her. Then I moved
even slower, to the point I could feel my jaw about to break from holding back.
My mouth dropped outside of her ear as my journey continued. Making love to
you the way I should have our first time.
When I could go no further, both of our bodies curled around each other until I
could feel every part of Jane connecting with every part of me. From her mouth to
her toes, her nipples to her pussy, every piece of her was touching me. The skim of
her pinkie alone was enough to undo me, so when we were like this, I felt like I was
about to combust.
The way you made love to me the first time was exactly the way you should
have, she said, rocking her hips into mine, trying to take every last millimeter of
my cock inside her.
My eyes clamped closed when she swirled her hips. Then Im making love to
you the way I should on our eighth or ninth . . . or whatever time.
When I moved my face so it was directly above hers, I found her smiling. I had to
smile back. It was impossible not to smile with the way she was looking up at me. It
was impossible to be anything but fucking over-the-moon that this woman was
laying below me, sharing her body with mine, and looking at me like I was a
beginning and an end.
It was impossible not to fall in love with her.

I love you, I said, staring into her eyes as I continued to make love to her, slow
and steady, knowing my life would be forever changed.
The moment the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt her orgasm starting to
surge through her body, spurring my own.
We came together, calling each others names into the new morning. It the most
intense orgasm Id ever experienced, and as my body collapsed over hers in a spent
heap, her arms folded around me.
I love you too.

10

JANE

G rants arms werent around me. That was my first thought when I stirred awake

the next morning, stretching inside the hut. After the last twenty-four hours of
seemingly endless love-making, I figured that after the few-hour break wed taken,
hed be desperate to have me by now. That was the way I felt, at least.
Instead, he was nowhere to be found with no sign of where he might have
wandered off to. I rolled onto my other side, frowning when I found his side of the
bed empty. That was when I heard noises coming from outside. They werent the
familiar ones of him making a fire or hacking into breadfruitthey were sounds I
hadnt heard before.
I exited the hut, curious to see what was more important to him right now than
blanketing my body with his.
My eyebrows knitted together when I noticed him working in the shade of the
big palm, sweat pouring off of him although it was still morning. Though I
supposed given the pace he was moving at, he would have been sweating if he was
working in Siberia in January.
I couldnt figure out what it was he was working on, so I moved closer, trying to
make sense of the handful of bamboo lengths he had laid out.
What are you doing? I asked.
He stopped abruptly, his head lifting like he had no idea Id been here until now.
I settled my hands on my hips when he didnt seem to be in a hurry to answer my
question, and his gaze roamed my naked body with a familiar look. Even though my
stomach was tightening from the way he was looking at me, I wasnt going to let
that get in the way of figuring out what he was up to out here. It looked like he was
trying to construct some giant bamboo wall. For whatever reason.
Did you need me, baby? he asked, his voice a deep rumble. His eyes lingered
on the spot between my legs, his brow lifting. I guessed he didnt miss the sheen
covering my inner thighs already.
Focus, Jane.
Yeah, I did need you. Just as he started to rise from what he was working on, I
added, To explain what youre doing out here.
He gave me a minute to change my mind, but when I didnt, he crouched again

and got back to work. Im building a raft, he said, like it was simple as that.
A raft for what? I inspected the bamboo with new eyes. For fishing or
something?
Grants jaw stiffened, his eyes dropping as he focused on what he was doing,
though I got the impression it more had to do with him not wanting to make eye
contact with me. To get you off of this island.
My forehead creased as I considered what hed just said. It creased deeper the
longer I thought about it. To get off the island? I whispered, trying to
understand.
Yes, to get usyouoff of this island. Determination set into his jaw as he
got back to work with new urgency, almost like his plan was to get us off of this
island by this afternoon.
Why? I asked. Up until this morning, hed seemed content enough to spend
the rest of his life here. What was the sudden rush to leave it?
You cant stay here. I need to get you off of the island and back to some
semblance of civilization. His muscles were rippling beneath his skin as he
worked.
Ive done civilization. Not my thing. Thanks anyways.
He exhaled. This isnt a joke, Jane.
I wasnt being funny.
He kept working, not missing a beat. You cant stay on this island.
My arms lifted at my sides. I want to stay on this island.
Its not safe for you.
My gaze scanned up and down the beach. It was just as serene and pristine as
ever. Eh, its a hell of a lot less safe back in that civilization place youre suddenly
in such a hurry to get back to.
He nodded firmly like he wasnt convinced. There are things I cant provide for
you out here.
Like what? Smog? The potential of getting murdered in a dark alley? Fried
food? I shrugged. Its okay. Ill get over it.
Still not joking, he said under his breath.
I sighed. Sorry. I just dont get where this newfound urgency to leave is coming
from. Youve spent years here and, that I know of, never tried to leave. Ive spent
weeks and already know I have no interest in leaving. Theres nothing for me out
there. Everything I need is right here. My voice had grown louder with every word,
until I felt like I was almost shouting by the end. I hadnt realized until now just
how much Id fallen in love with the island. How much it had come to feel like
home.
No. Everything you need is not here. Grants eyes lifted to mine. Conflict was
obviously tormenting him. Dont you see? Dont you understand?
My mind worked through what he might have been talking about . . . only to
come up empty. Dont I understand what?
His hands stopped working for a moment. There are no hospitals here. No

antibiotics, vitamins, or immunizations. Theres no medical care herewe cant

stay.
My eyes narrowed. Did you forget that Im a nurse and youre a doctor? Id say
thats the best medical care a stranded couple could hope to find in a place like
this. I glanced at his bandaged calf in explanation. Sure, some things would be
above and beyond the scope of what we had to work with here, but the same could
be said back where every kind of medical advancement was available.
Its because Im a doctor that Im doing this. I know what Im capable of on this
island, and no matter how skilled a doctor I am, I cant perform miracles.
Miracles?
His shoulders tensed. Miracles like performing a successful caesarean birth
with a sharp rock and my bare hands.
I shifted as I processed what hed just said. Why would you need to perform a
caesarean in the first place?
I hope Id never have to, but that doesnt mean its not a possibility.
A possibility if what? I huffed, shaking my head. I got pregnant?
Grants eyes drifted to my stomach, conflict drawing across his face at the exact
moment what he was trying to get across caught up to me. He must have noticed
the acknowledgment dawn across my face, because he got back to work. Thats
why I have to get you off of this island. I wont let anything happen to you or our
child. Ill be damned if I let anything happen to my family.
Despite however irrational I felt he was being, my heart melted when I realized
why he was doing this. Not for him, but for mefor our family . . .
Wait. Does that mean you think Im . . . My hands automatically went to my
stomach, folding over it. Im . . .
If by some miracle youre not pregnant with all of the times I took you, you will
be. Our birth control options are nil to none out here.
I stared at him as he continued to work with new fervor. Theres always the old
tried-and-true birth control option known as abstinence. Of course I was only
teasingthat was not an option as far as I was concernedbut he must have
thought I was somewhat serious.
That was an option until you gave your body to me. That was an option before
you opened your legs and let me take your virginity and give mine to you. That was
an option before you gave me the single best experience of my life and made me
crave it in a way that makes the pain of separation so intense, its taking every seed
of willpower in my possession to keep from pulling you to the ground right now and
fucking you until youre reminded why abstinence is never an option for you and
me again. When he crouched back, I caught a glimpse of his erection jutting into
the air.
I stepped back to keep from being tempted to throw myself onto the ground in
front of him if he didnt do it for me. Okay, so I was joking.
His jaw worked loose a little. Good. Because the only way abstinence from you
would be possible for me was if I killed myself.

Well, we wouldnt want you doing that, I teased as he moved to the other end
of the raft. It had a long ways to go before it would be sea-worthy, but it was
amazing how much hed already gotten done in just a few hours. If he kept up at
this pace, wed be leaving the island in no time at all.
A sudden streak of worry settled in my stomach. I dont want to leave.
You have to leave. His back was to me as he worked.
Let me rephrase. I didnt care if he couldnt see meI still crossed my arms
and gave him a stern look. Im not leaving.
Grants head whipped from side to side. Our child could be growing in your
body right this very second. We are leaving this island, and we are leaving soon.
The worry that had washed over me earlier bled into anger. I didnt like being
told what to do, but I hated the idea of leaving this special place. My home. I wasnt
leaving.
Fine. You go ahead and make that raft and put it in the ocean. But I will not be
getting on it when you do, Grant Bridger. Im not leaving, and thats final.
Grant leapt up, turned around, and leveled me with the same kind of look I was
directing at him. Oh, yes, you damn well are getting on this raft. Even if I have to
chase you down, throw you over my shoulder, and pin you beneath me the whole
entire way. You are getting on this raft, and Im going to get you and our child to
safety.
My hands started to shake from the emotions coursing through me. I felt such
strong feelings for Grant. Whether it was desire or attraction or love or anger,
whatever I felt for him, it was all intense.
Would you stop talking about me like Im already pregnant? I shouted,
throwing my arms at him.
He threw his arms in my direction in return. Would you stop talking about
yourself like youre not pregnant?
His tirade made me stop. It also made me think. Did he have a point? Could I be
pregnant? Was I pregnant?
Id been on the pill for a while in college but eventually went off of that when I
realized I had no immediate prospects Id be letting get close to my bed. Like he
said, if I wasnt, I would be if we continued as we were. It wouldnt be long before
Id be carrying our child, and nine and a half months after that, Id be giving birth
to it. I knew the dangers associated with childbirth. I knew the risks involved. Was
he right about us needing to get off of this island before that day came?
Or would we be letting fear rule our lives if we did this now?
I was too overwhelmed with thoughts to carry on the conversation another
word. Spinning around, I sprinted into the forest, barely hearing him shout my
name.
I didnt stop running until I reached the fresh water pool deep inside the island.
I hadnt realized Id run so far in so short a time, but once I came to a stop, I
realized I felt better. Almost like that sprint had been just what Id needed to calm
down and get my head straight.

I stood there for a while, thinking as I let myself finish cooling down.
As I stared at this beautiful, pristine fresh water source, I realized that no matter
what, this island would take care of us. We had water to support life. We had food to
support life. We had shelter to support life. All of our basic needs were met by this
island.
But that wasnt where it ended. This island supported all of our not-so-basic
needs as well. The intrinsic ones that Id never felt realized in any other place else
on this planet.
Whatever came, I wasnt worried.
Grant would take care of me. Id take care of him.
The island would take care of us.
My soul was at peace as I stepped into the large pool, wanting to go for a swim
before I headed back to the beach and tried to explain this all to him. As I floated in
the pool, staring at the blue sky through the leafy ceiling of the forest, I smiled as a
knowing feeling settled into place.
Grant had been right. I was pregnant.
I could feel it in the very marrow of my bones. I didnt need a blood test to
confirm it. I was carrying our child, and that same certainty told me that everything
else that came with this new life would be fine.
Youre staying. His words rolled across the pool, the tone in his voice strong,
but the anger gone.
Lifting my head out of the water, my eyes connected with his.
He read my expression then exhaled with a nod. Then Im staying. Im not
going anywhere without you. And as damn much as I might want to force you onto
that raft, Im not going to. Im going to let you make your own decisionsIm not
going to force you into mine.
My face softened as I swam toward the edge of the pool where he was standing
beside a large rock. Thats awfully evolved thinking for such a savage.
His smile twitched beneath his beard. I know. Thats why youre going to get
out of that water, spread yourself out on this rock, and let me have my way with
your body right this second. His hand patted the smooth rock beside him,
something glinting in his eyes that made my throat go dry. My mind Ill keep
civilized when it comes to you, baby, but dont expect the same from my body.
Because youre right, I am a savage being, and right now, I need you to help me take
care of that. His hand fisted around his straining erection, pumping it a few times
as my figure emerged from the pool.
Water rolled down my skin, my nipples pinched into hard buds from the cold
water. I stalked in his direction, feeling my own savagery unleashing. Which side
do you want me on?
Whichever side you want to give me first, he stated, stepping aside from the
rock to make room for me. Because Ill be having all sides of you before I let you
come up for air.
His words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine as I reclined onto the smooth,

cool rock, offering him my front first. I craved the same connection hed given me
yesterday morning after confessing his own secret. His confession couldnt have
surprised me any more than it had. Hed seemed far too skilled and knowledgeable
about ways to move his body and ways to touch mine for me to have been his first.
As I stared at him while he moved into place in front of me, I dropped my hand
against my stomach. You were right.
I was right about what? He towered over me, fisting himself a few more times
as he stared at my body with an almost predatory look.
I am pregnant. I draped my arms over my head, bending my knees and
opening my legs to him. Giving myself to him completely. Im carrying your child
inside me.
He froze, nothing but speed of his chest moving giving away what he was
feeling. And then his mouth was on me as his body crashed down on mine. His kiss
was urgent and insistent, desperate and hungry. It drew a moan from deep in my
chest, instantly saturating my pussy. His tongue lashed against mine in powerful
strokes, tasting me until I felt close to getting off just from the way he was kissing
me.
When his mouth began to slow, his tongue slipping from mine, I groaned. That
made him smilewell, it was more of a smirk than a smile.
Dont you worry, baby. Ill be putting that mouth of mine on you again very . . .
very . . .his body slid down mine, his tongue tracing between the canyon of my
breastssoon.
My back arched the lower he got, until he was settled on his knees below me, his
breath breaking against my navel as I trembled.
What are you doing? I asked, tipping my pussy up toward him.
Im about to suck you off, Jane. Thats what Im doing.
When his mouth lowered and he blew a long, warm breath along my pussy, I
whimpered in agony. I felt desperate for the release only his body could give mine.
For the combustion only he could offer.
Why? I panted, not caring just so long as some part of him took care of me
before I self-detonated.
That was when his tongue slid down the length of my sex, stopping to circle my
wet opening. He growled when he tasted how ready I was for him, right before he
slipped a couple of fingers inside. I sighed, temporarily satisfied.
Because I want you dripping wet and ready for me when I shove my cock into
you. Because you telling me I got you knocked up is making me desperate to fill you
with my cum all over again. His voice made my skin break out in goose bumps.
Knowing my childs inside of you is making the savage inside me want to be extra
savage right now. Knowing Ive bred you and will get to watch your stomach grow
with my baby is about to make me put you on all fours and mount you all over again
like the first time I took you. The time I got you good and pregnant, baby, and tied
you to me forever. But I wont. Not yet.
With a sparkle in his eyes, his fingers spread me open and his tongue circled my

clit a few times, his eyes never breaking from mine as he pulled my orgasm to the
surface.
Not until I give it to you the way you deserve. Not until I take care of your needs
first, he hummed against my clit before sucking on it until I was writhing,
clutching at an imaginary handhold on the rock. Before his mouth descended on me
again, he kissed my stomach tenderly, staring at it with an emotion Id ever seen
before. Because you might bring out the savage in me, but you also tame the
savage within me.
Saying nothing more, he proved that to me right there on that rock on our
island, not letting me come up for air until hed had me every which way he could.
The stars were out by the time he gathered me into his arms, our bodies
temporarily satisfied.
This island is like a refuge for you, isnt it? he asked, kissing my forehead as
we both struggled to regain our breathing.
My sweaty body draped over his sweaty body, both of us smiling at the stars.
No, youre my refuge, I said, curling closer. You just happen to be on this
island.

EPILOGUE

I d figured out the art of survival years ago, but shed shown me the purpose of

living. It was more than the routine existence Id subsided on during my years alone
on this island. It was more than anything I could have imagined.
Living with Jane on this islandon any stretch of land on this planetwas more
fulfilling than any lonely soul could hope to find. It was impossible not to believe in
fate when I reflected on our story. How Id been lost on this island, in more ways
than one, for years. How shed been searching, though not knowing for what, and
crashed into my very island when thousands of others inhabited this part of the
ocean. If fate hadnt done its part to bring two halves of a whole together, then
something else had. Like magic. Or fucking unicorns.
I hadnt just picked Jane because she was the only female Id seen in years. I
picked her because she was mine. She picked me because I was hers. It had taken us
years to find one another, and wed both suffered a harrowing journey to get here,
but wed both arrived.
Jane was the one my soul had mated with lifetimes ago. Hers was the same soul
mine would find in whatever lifetimes I had left.
Of this, I was certain.
That was what I was thinking as I lay in bed that morning, waiting patiently for
her to wake up as I held her the way I always did when we slept. There hadnt been a
night since the first one shed arrived on the island that I hadnt fallen asleep with
her in my arms and woken up to the same.
She stirred below me as the amber morning sun started to throw prisms of light
through the walls of the hut. Almost immediately, she ground her body against
mine, her leg tightening around my lap. When she rocked her hips into me, a quiet
grumble sprung from my chest. She was so wet she left a slick trail up the side of
my hip, making my cock come to life like it was spring-loaded.
It didnt take much for Jane to bring on my erection, even after all of these years.
She could wet her lips and I would be hard as steel and begging to mount her.
Does my wife need her husband? I rasped in her ear quietly, kneading her
swollen breast.
She smiled with her eyes still closed. On a scale of one to ten, with one being

needy and ten being every molecule in my body is screaming for your body, Im a
fifteen. Her lips parted when my hand moved lower, over the swell of her
stomach, down the crease of her pussy. So yeah, your wife needs her husband.
STAT, Dr. Bridger.
A chuckle rumbled low in my chest as I stretched Jane open, priming her body to
take my thick cock. She was still just as tight and perfect as the first time. I told
you all youd ever need to do is ask and whatever it is, Ill happily give it.
Her ass ground against my cock, making it feel so good I could have come right
there on her round, full backside, but I had other plans for this release. Plans that
included being buried so deep in Janes body, I lost my mind.
It was my favorite place to be.
You know I love my wild Tarzan, but today I need to be the wild one. Rolling
onto her back, she managed to swing her leg over my waist and sit over me before
the air had a chance to rush out of my lungs.
Rocking her hips until I was pushing at her entrance, she rolled her head back. I
could feel the long ends of her hair brushing my thighs, and inch by inch, she
lowered onto me. She almost had me coming right then, but I ground my jaw and
willed myself to hold off. The feel of Janes pussy stroking my cock was not
something to rush. It was perfection in tangible form.
Baby, you have my permission to be as wild with me as you need. I can take it.
I moaned when she reached around to gently massage my balls while she started to
ride me.
I thought you could. I could hear the smile in her voice, but I couldnt see it.
Id lost the ability to control my eyelids one Jane-mounting-me ago. Im going to
come fast this timeI cant help it. You know how horny being pregnant makes
me. Janes pace picked up, her moans matching the rhythm of her pussy crashing
down on me.
I know, baby. Its okay. Take what you need. Im not far behind. My hands
came around the slope of her hips to cover her swollen stomach.
She was only weeks away from deliveringmaybe days. I loved the way Janes
body looked when she was full with our child. The way her natural curves were
exaggerated, the way her hips swayed with her walk a bit more . . . and I loved the
way she couldnt seem to get enough of my cock. During her first pregnancy, her
sexual appetite had been difficult to keep up with.
Now, as she was heavy with our second child, it had become next to impossible
to please my wife and keep up with the chores that came with taking care of a
family like ours. So most days I went out fishing with only a couple hours of sleep
under me, but I was grinning like a damn fool and my balls were drained to
exhaustion. Sleep deprivation was a small price to pay.
Grant, she moaned, bouncing on my cock and making me feel so damn good, I
couldnt help the growl that erupted from my chest.
Shhh, she hushed, sticking her finger outside of my lips, never missing a beat
as I felt her pussy start to go off around me. Youll wake the baby if youre not

quiet, and Ive got plans that include not climbing off until Ive fucked you good and
dry.
Her words made me grunt as I felt my orgasm burst in my balls. Does my wife
need her husbands cum in her?
She bit her lip, riding her orgasm as her pussy milked at me urgently. Yes, she
whimpered, her heavy breasts bouncing. I need every last drop of you inside me.
Please, Grant.
Her asking me for it was my undoing. My orgasm shot up my shaft and burst out
of my head in thick hot ribbons of release. There it is, wife. Its all for you. Its all
yours.
As her legs trembled around me, I rocked my hips into her, fucking her until I
couldnt feel anything above or below what was presently filling her with my seed.
It might not take root this time, but I had plans to fill her belly with another child
once shed recovered from the birth of our second.
She might have thought I was teasing her when I said I wanted a tribe of
Bridgers on this island, but I wasnt. I wanted as many children as our bodies could
create, because shed been right all along. Everything we needed, the island had
provided for us. Everything we could ever need would be the same.
The island sustained life. But it was Jane who sustained me.
With the birth of our first child, James, the love Id felt for my family of two
hadnt just been added to. No, it had grown exponentially. I already knew that with
the addition of the second, it would be the same. With every new life Jane and my
love brought into this world, the love I felt in every cell of my body would multiply
until it became so all-reaching, it stretched the length of eternity.
Because that was what Jane and I were. Eternal. Everlasting.
As she came down from her first orgasm, Janes eyes opened. She turned her
head to inspect the small crib Id managed to fashion for our baby. He was getting
bigger and Id have to make another one soon, but for now, it was still a perfect fit.
That one could sleep through anything. Jane chuckled softly, smiling at our
sleeping firstborn.
Perks of island living, I said, sitting up on my elbows to catch a glimpse of
James too.
He looked a lot like Janelight hair and eyesbut he was big like his dad. He
was the most wonderful thing Id ever done, and he was healthy as an ox. He ate
like one too. Jane was still nursing him, but wed started him on crushed fruit and
fish.
Her nipples were still leaking milk from her orgasm, and I couldnt help sitting
up to lick one clean. Mmmm. I circled my tongue around her other nipple as I
cleaned that one too. You taste good everywhere.
She giggled quietly when I latched onto her nipple and gave it a nip. Fresh cream
exploded into my mouth, making my cock come right back to life.
You really are a savage, she said, running her fingers through my long hair as
I sucked her nipple deeper into my mouth.

Popping off with a smack, I grinned devilishly at her. Ill show you savage.
Rocking her off of my lap, I swiveled around until I was behind her. She already
knew what I had in mind, and she spread her hands out in front of her as she
opened her legs for me.
I slid into her, my chest lowering into her back, my arms winding around the
widest part of her stomach. Thank you for crashing onto my island, Jane.
Her little giggle was cut short when I seated myself inside her. Once shed
regained her breath, she looked back at me with the same trusting eyes Id seen
when she first looked at me. Thank you for staying crashed on this island with
me.

UNTITLED

THE END

AFTERWORD

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LOVE CHILD

CHAPTER ONE
Abel

I was minutes away from meeting the woman who would become the mother of my
child. Rather, the woman who would likely become the mother of my child.
Her file had set her apart from the rest. Adeline Matthews. I felt like I knew so
much about her without having ever exchanged a word with her. I felt like I knew
exactly what she must look like, though Id never laid eyes on her.
My instinct told me this was the woman who would be the mother of my baby,
so now all it came down to was hammering out the terms and signing the contract.
The agency would help out with that, and of course our lawyers would add their
expertise into the mix, but if all went well, by the end of the day, I would be that
much closer to becoming a father.
Being a father. It would be my most important legacy and my proudest
achievement. God knew the journey to get here had been my greatest challenge.
When the elevator doors chimed open on the top floor of one of the high-rises in
downtown Chicago, I was met by both my attorney and the creator-slash-CEO of
Love Child, Suzanne Reynolds.
Suzanne had stepped back from the successful company shed grown from the
ground up, but Id heard she made the occasional appearance for a high profile
client. I didnt consider myself high profile, though I supposed my name carried a
certain degree of influence in the upper stratum thanks to the generations of
Lockwoods building an empire in commercial development.
Mr. LockwoodSuzanne greeted me with a smilehappy to meet you.
Likewise, Ms. Reynolds, I replied, shaking her hand when she extended it. The
woman had one hell of a handshake. Have you met my attorney, Tom
Bainbridge?
She nodded. Yes, Tom and I have worked together on several prior matches.
Hes a great attorney to have in your corner.

Thats what he reminds me of every time he sends me the bill for his services
at the end of the month. I nudged Tom as Suzanne directed us past the front desk.
If you want the best, you pay for the best.
Suzanne cocked her brow, smiling. No offense to Mr. Bainbridge, but my
attorneys are better.
Beside me, Tom snorted good-naturedly. The guy had been in the business long
enough that insults rolled right over him.
Keep that in mind, Mr. Lockwood, when and if you meet the right donor
today, Suzanne continued. Dont get so caught up in negotiating price and terms
that you lose her. Youve selected a handful of my top donor candidates. Consider
that when you make your offer.
Moving up beside her, I made sure she was looking at me when I replied. Im
not bargain shopping for the mother of my child, Ms. Reynolds. The terms are what
concern me. Not the price.
Glad to hear it. She waved at a woman who looked about to have a baby any
day now. I could only imagine how ecstatic the father must be. Hell, I was ecstatic
at the possibility of having a child soonI couldnt imagine how Id feel days away
from the actual birth.
We continued quietly down the hall. There wasnt much left to say. I knew how
this all worked, and I was ready to move forward.
The dcor of Love Childs office was no different from any other prestigious
companys offices Id been in: modern refinements, piercing functionality, and
neutral colors. But hanging from the walls were pictures of past clients with the
child or children theyd had with the aid of Love Child. Every single one of those
men was not only a client but an investor in the privately held company. After
today, hopefully Id be the newest member. God knew I was ready.
We all believed in the gap Love Child had managed to fill. A woman could go to a
sperm bank and have a child all on her own. A couple could have a child through
numerous different outlets. But a mana single manhad limited options if he
wanted to become a father on his own. He could hire a surrogate, which wasnt as
cut-and-dried as most people thought; he could try to adopt, which was nearly
impossible in the best of circumstances; or he could jump through the legal hoops
involved with shared custody. But if he wanted to be a single parent without
complications, he had no choices.
Or at least he hadnt until Love Childs inception.
That was why every man who became a client agreed to become an investor
because we were all committed to the mission this company embodied. We were
just as committed to keeping it a secret from the public eye. The media would have
spun the hell out of it until everything about this respected company became
tarnished by slanderous labels and lewd accusations.
Theyd see us as a bunch of wealthy men preying upon innocent young woman.
Wed be painted as entitled bigots, believing the world and the people in it were our
ice cream truck to point at what we wanted and hand over the price in exchange.

Society wouldnt understand. It wouldnt want to understand. People wouldnt

see that the men who had found their way to Love Childs door were decent,
hardworking individuals who would give every last dime to have a child. People
wouldnt be willing to understand that the women who carried our children werent
being taken advantage of but were revered and appreciated far beyond any sum of
money.
Society wouldnt embrace Love Childs mission. And that was why youd never
hear about it on the evening news or overhear someone mention someone they
knew having used its services.
People wouldnt understand. But I didnt give a shit.
I wanted to become a father, and the traditional way of becoming one had been
painful and unsuccessful.
When we stopped outside a closed door, Suzanne paused with her hand on the
door. Adeline Matthews. She has five other interviews with would-be fathers this
week. I know you mentioned she was your top pick, but she told me she wont be
making a final decision until shes met with all of the clients.
My jaw set. I didnt like the idea of the potential mother of my child meeting
with five other men to discuss the same topic. If I decide shes the right one, I
think youll find I can be quite persuasive.
Suzanne held her half smile, her eyes suggesting she knew something I didnt.
You might want to make sure your persuasion comes from the heart in Miss
Matthewss case and not from your checkbook.
I found myself almost smiling back. I liked Suzanne Reynolds. She was nearing
retirement age but still acted like shed barely entered the workforce. She ran a
tight ship, cared about what she did, and worked as hard as I did. That might have
explained why we were both single and without children of our own.
The job had become our spouse, the schedule our offspring. At first, it hadnt
seemed like much of a sacrifice to me. Hitting thirty-five had changed my opinion
on that though. No job could warm a bed. No amount of money could fill a house
with laughter.
No, Id been a fool to place my career before a family. At least now I had a chance
to remedy that.
Ready? Suzanne asked.
Since I signed my name on the application paperwork three months, eleven
days, and . . .my gaze dropped to my watchtwo hours ago.
When Suzanne opened the door, she waved Tom and me in first. Two people
were already seated at the long table. One of them stood and shook hands with
Tom. The other took a few seconds before she stood. It almost looked like she was
trying to gather her courage as she sucked in a deep breath.
Suzanne fired off introductions, but her voice disappeared the moment my eyes
fell on Adeline Matthews. The breath Id been in the middle of hitched in my chest,
feeling like it was straining against my ribs.
When she stoodher big brown eyes looking straight into mineit wasnt only

my lungs and heart reacting to her. She wasnt just the most beautiful thing Id
ever seenshe was the most beautiful thing to have ever been created. Sweet
smile, angelic face, innocent demeanorperfection was hovering ten feet in front
of me.
She was petite but had the type of body that was hard to come by in this day and
age of size zero clothing and thigh gap goals. She had a womans body. Curves,
shape, and a soft, feminine quality that was not making me think innocent things
about Miss Matthews. All I could focus on was the way her body would feel against
mine, the way her curves would look silhouetted against my bedroom wall, the way
her light, wavy hair would looked spilled across my pillow as I moved above her,
planting my baby inside her.
That was another reason for the clandestine nature of Love Childthe process
of actually creating the baby wasnt done in a laboratory. Conception didnt take
place in a petri dish, and a fertilized egg wasnt procedurally implanted inside of
the mothers body.
No, the mother became pregnant the old-fashioned way. The way nature had
intended. That was the main reason Id gone with Love Child instead of searching
for a surrogate mother. I didnt want my babys moment of creation to occur in a
cold, sterile environment. I wanted my baby to be created from warmth and
passion. Emotion and feeling. Connection and combustion.
The actual sex had been of less concern to me than the thought process behind
it. But now, seeing Adeline, I was looking forward to the sex. I was really looking
forward to the sex.
This was her. The mother of my child. My god, Id never been so certain of
anything in my entire life. I was looking at the woman who would bear my child,
who would give me the most precious gift of my existence.
The urge to power around the table and wrap her up in my arms or throw myself
at her feet became intense enough I feared moving closer. I didnt want to start off
the meeting by making a fool of myself and ruining the entire thing.
I couldnt ruin this. Adeline would be the mother to my baby. I knew this with
absolute certainty.
Now all I had to do was convince her.
Miss Matthews, thank you for agreeing to meet with me. When my voice
rolled over her, I noticed her hands curl at her sides.
Was she frightened by me? Startled by my voice? I had to be twice her size. Id
been told plenty of times that my deep voice could be on the sharp side of
commanding, but couldnt she tell? Couldnt she hear it in my voice?
She had nothing to fear from me. My goal, from this moment on, was to protect
her. From threats, pain, disappointment . . . from a damn mosquito that dared to
get too close. The overwhelming urge to protect her consumed me.
Wed agreed to nothing. Shed barely made eye contact yet. But I already felt
savagely possessive of her.
Like hell she was meeting with five other men. If I couldnt get her to commit to

me today, Id find out who the other five were and have them removed from her
schedule. Through whatever means necessary.
Adeline Matthews was mine.
She was about to know it too.

LOVE CHILD

CHAPTER TWO
Adeline

Abel Lockwood. Hed been my top pick. Then he walked into the room, and now I
was having second thoughts.
Not because he held a certain air of confidence or carried himself like he didnt
know insecurities. Not even because of the expensive suit that hugged his body
instead of hanging off it like suits seemed to on other men. Not because he had no
issue looking me, a mere stranger for all intents and purposes, straight in the eye.
Not because he was a giant compared to me and the thought of what else might be
just as giant crossed my mind, making me blush right there in front of him.
No, the reason I was having second thoughts as he slid into the seat across from
me, his stare refusing to tame itself, was because I felt that dangerous awareness
known as attraction.
In my experience, attraction that cropped up out of nowherethat instant
chemistry that came from one lookwas risky. Those kinds of feelings were red
flags meant to be handled with extreme caution. On the rare occasion Id felt them
before, the man making my heart malfunction could just as easily have been a
serial killer as a humanitarian. Attraction birthed from nothing more than a look
couldnt be trusted, and even though I knew all about Abel Lockwood from the file
Id reviewed, he was still a stranger.
I shouldnt have these kinds of feelings for the man I was going to help make a
father. This situation was complicated enough without harboring some secret
crush.
My cheeks flamed again when I thought about how much more awkward
crawling into bed with him would be when I felt how I did. Would it be humiliating
when he found out? It wasnt exactly like I could hide my arousal, wet between my
legs. Would it be the apex of humiliating if during the actual sex, I wasnt able to
control my body and came with him? It wasnt exactly like the womans orgasm had

much to do with the conception process like the mans did.

Just thinking about how awkward being intimate with a man who could excite
me with a look would be was enough to make me move Abel Lockwood to the last
pick position.
Mrs. Reynolds had closed the door after shed left, and Mr. Lockwoods and my
attorney, appointed by Love Child, were pulling files from their briefcases. I was
ever aware of Mr. Lockwoods penetrating stare aimed at me. Typically Id have
challenged him with a stare of my own, but he unsettled me in a way I wasnt used
to. If I locked eyes with him again, Id blush. If he saw me blush, hed know.
I couldnt let him know that though my heart was telling me this was the man I
wanted to make a father, my head was warning me against it.
As the attorneys exchanged a few documents, I noticed Mr. Lockwood lean
toward me. I want you to be the mother of my child, Miss Matthews. Im willing to
make you whatever offer you have in mind.
My heart thudded in my ears at the sound of his voice again. Deep, authoritative,
with just the right amount of rumble. It made me think of the way hed sound and
the words hed say as we created his baby.
I shifted in my seat, realizing I shouldnt have worn a dress. The wetness
saturating my underwear was rubbing onto my inner thighs.
Before I could say anything, his attorney leaned over and whispered something
in his ear. Mr. Lockwood waved it off.
Im meeting with five other potential fathers this week, Mr. Lockwood. If I feel
the same way about wanting to mother your child, I will be sure to let you know.
My voice was surprisingly calm, but I didnt miss the shadow that crested his
expression when I mentioned the other men Id be meeting with. And please call
me Adeline. This is already formal enough without addressing each other by our
last names.
My lawyer, Julie McDonald, leaned toward me. Let me handle this for you.
Thats what Im here for.
Fine, Adeline. The way he said it made chills spill down my spine. But you
can continue to call me Mr. Lockwood because until you agree to become the
mother of my child, I would like to keep things as formal as possible.
My eyes locked on his. Finally. A rush of anger would do that. Please, do tell,
Abel, why you are so certain Im the perfect candidate to mother your child?
When Julie leaned in again, I waved her off the way Abel was continuing to do
with his attorney.
Because I know. Because I trust what my gut and my head tell me. Theyve
served me well in the past, and I know theyre steering me right here. Abel
clasped his hands in front of him on the table. He had big hands, the kind that
looked like they knew what they were doing. I wondered if Id ever get a chance to
find out if they were just as skilled as they looked. Please, do tell, why are you
not yet certain Ill be the one you choose at the end of all of your interviews?
My eyebrow lifted. Because I havent met with anyone else besides you.

You dont need to meet with anyone else besides me.

He had no shortage of confidence, I had to give him that. I wondered if he had
the evidence to support it or if it was contrived; like most of the male confidence Id
come across.
What do you want, Adeline? Tell me. You want my offer doubled? Done. Abel
already had his hand lifted toward his attorney. You want an alimony package for
the rest of your life? You have it. Just name what you want so we can sign the
papers, get out of here, and start working on bringing my child into this world.
Anger hit methat he would just assume money would make up my mind for
methen I reminded myself that money was a factor in all this. Id walk away with
enough money to take care of my family for years. Id signed on with Love Child
because I believed in what they did, but the hefty sum Id make doing this was
nothing to take lightly.
Leaning forward, I made sure he was looking at me before I spoke. Not that he
had stopped looking at me from the moment he entered the room. None of this is
about the money. Its about finding the right father. If that person happens to only
be able to pay a nickel, so be it, but money will not play a deciding factor in who I
decide to create a life with. Please make that a point to understand right now, Mr.
Lockwood.
He didnt say anything at first. He just sat there, his piercing stare fastened on
me, a shadow of a smirk playing with his mouth. Then lucky for you, Miss
Matthews, you wont find anyone else this week, or in this life, who would make a
better father than the man sitting across from you right now. The same man who
can pay you a hell of a lot more than a nickel for your efforts.
Okay, so he wasnt just confidenthe was downright cocky. My blood heated.
How can you say that? You dont know the men Im planning on meeting. You
dont know the men I could possibly meet during the course of my life.
Nohis head shookbut I do know the man I am. I do know how badly I
want this child. I do know how far I will go to make its life happy and safe. That
was when I saw something in his eyes I hadnt gotten a glimpse of yet. And I do
know you are the woman I want to create that child with. I dont need to meet any
other women through this process or in this life to be certain of that. He gave me a
moment to consider all that hed said. So? Are you certain of me yet? Or shall I
continue my efforts to make you so?
I took a minute after that. He let me have it uninterrupted. Both of the attorneys
in the room had given up trying to say their piece a while ago. I knew I had all of the
time in the world to make my decision, but I didnt need another moment.
My whole reason for doing this was to give the gift of fatherhood to a deserving
man unable to experience that joy any other way. I was looking at that man. Despite
my attraction and regardless of the awkwardness that would likely result from it,
Abel Lockwood was deserving of the baby wed create together. Like him, I went
with my gut in life, and right now, it was screaming at me that this was the man Id
let fill me with his child.

Abel Lockwood would be the father of the child Id conceive for Love Child.
Running my hands down my dress, I imagined what my stomach would look like
straining through the material. What it would feel like heavy with Abels child.
After today, I wouldnt have to wonder for long.
Why dont we agree on the terms so we can get the paperwork signed, Mr.
Lockwood?
The breath he was taking came up short. The darkness in his eyes ignited as his
fingers curled around the edge of the table almost like he was bracing himself.
Call me Abel.
This time when he looked at me, I felt as though he were regarding me less with
appraisal and more with possession. It made the area between my legs that much
more slippery.
After all, youre going to be the mother of my child.

Want to read more? You can read the rest of Abel and Adelines story here: Love
Child

EDUCATING EMMA

CHAPTER ONE
Emma

Ive been obsessing over him for months, but right when I thought I had him in my
palm, out he flew.
At least thats how it seems.
Its Friday, and Ive been sitting in this same seat all week, listening to him
lecture about cellular biology, and he hasnt once looked my way. Not once. How
could he touch me like he did last Saturday, make me feel the things I did, and act
like nothing happened when I stepped into the lecture hall on Monday?
Had he been drunk? High? Had he experienced a bout of amnesia? A case of
selective memory?
I dont know for sure, but Im about to find out. Ive waited all week, and when I
entered the lecture hall today, before any of the other students, I slipped into my
front-row seat and waited for him to acknowledge me. But he ignored me. Kept
right on tapping on his laptop like everything was normal in his world when mine
felt as though it was about to implode.
He is going to give me an answer. An explanation even. A guy cant just mess
with a girl the way he did last weekend and act like nothing happened a few days
later.
Especially when that someone is my professor.
Yes, my professor. Yes again, I know what a dirty little clich it is to have it bad
for my professor, but I dont care. I do have it bad for him. So bad I cant even think
of being with another guy. Never. Its him or no one for methats how bad my
ache runs.
Professor Luke Faraday is a god among men. There is no debate. He is a god. A
living, breathing god that walks among us.
Before you go judging me for clearly having daddy issues, let me mention that
Dr. Faraday is one of the youngest professors on campus. Hes in his late twenties,

so he isn't much older than his students. Most of the other girls want him too, but
not in the same way I do. They want the god he is to worship them, to defile their
bodies and send them packing. They want the one-night stand, the check in the
box beside 'Slept with Hot Professor.'
I want him for another reason. For all of the reasons. To worship him, to offer up
the sacrifice of my body, and to get on my knees before him and do his bidding. I
want to give him what he deservesnot just for one night but every night.
Yes, I recognize this borders on unhealthy. Yes, I know Im obsessed. Yes, I
realize others have been slapped with restraining orders for less, but I dont care.
If a person doesnt obsess and crave and long for the one they want to the point
where dying seems better than living if they cant be together, then fuck that. I
dont want the mediocre alternative.
Class dismissed.
Dr. Faradays voice rings through the room, pulling me out of my thoughts. No
more thinkingtime to put those thoughts into action.
I linger in my seat for a minute, waiting for the lecture hall to empty. It takes a
while, because its a big room with lots of students and half of them are female. The
girls are always the last to leave. Like me, theyre hoping hell glance up from that
damn laptop of his and single them out of the crowd of applicants lining up to fuck
him into next week.
But last weekend was the only time Ive seen that smoky, dark look settle into
his expression. When my body had been tangled around his, my mouth toying with
his tongue.
The image has me shifting in my seat, making it squeak. The auditorium is one
of the older ones on campus, and every chair could probably go through a can of
WD-40.
When Dr. Faraday looks up from his laptop, he seems surprised to see me still
sitting in my seat in the empty auditorium. Like, genuinely surprised that Id have
anything to talk with him about, because yeah, I do that kind of stuff at clubs with
guys all the time. Every weekend. Of course I do.
What are you doing? His voice fills the room, rolling over me. Class is over.
Time to move on. Sparing not another look my way, he gets back to his laptop.
If I ever get close to it, Im going to chuck that thing across this whole
auditorium. Let it try to distract him from me again.
I want to talk to you about my grade. My voice doesnt fill the space like his
does, but it comes out stronger than I thought it would. Ive never had this kind of
conversation before. I dont really have that much experience when it comes to
guys, but still, I sound brave. Confident.
Good.
No, you dont. Dr. Faraday closes his laptop and sends an icy stare across the
room at me. You wanted to talk to me about something else. He comes around
the large table in front and leans into it, pinning me to my chair with his stare.
Though talking probably isnt on your mind if last week is any indication of how

you approach life.

Youre still mad about that? I shift in my chair.
His teeth grind together. Seething.
The way his words cascade over me makes me shift again. As we were going at
each other like crazy in the middle of the club, I might have moaned something
along the lines of Dr. Faraday. When he realized the stranger whod just come up to
him and forced herself on him was, in fact, a student, that kind of ruined the whole
moment.
I guess hes one of those professors who holds to a moral code of Thou shalt not
fuck thy students or some shit like that. Morals or not, hed wanted to. He would
have if Id kept my mouth shut instead of moaning his name when that skilled
hand of his wound beneath my dress and went straight for my sweet spot.
His wasnt the only hand to wander south.
You liked it. I make myself look at him as I fire back, I know you did. I could
feel it.
Just thinking about the way he felt cupped in my hand makes me shift again.
The insides of my thighs are slippery from all of the images that have been messing
with my head for the past hour.
He crosses his arms, and even though hes glaring at me like loathing doesnt
hold a match to the way he feels about me, my body fires to life. I run my eyes down
him. He might have the brain and career of a nerd, but he possesses the body of a
jock and the face of a damn GQ model. Hes like no other man anywhere, which
means every single woman he passes cant not check him out. Its a rule of the
universe. Pass Luke Faraday on the sidewalk, and you turn your head to get a better
view.
When my eyes linger on his crotch, my hand aching remembering the feel of
him, I swear he thrusts his hips forward a little. When my eyes jump back to his,
my blush creeping up my neck into my face, he gives me a look that makes every
nerve in my body stand on end.
Yes, I did like it, and thank god I didnt let it go any further than that clothed
petting. If we did what you had planned and anyone at the school found out, my ass
would be on the line. His jaw sets again, and his gaze leaves me like hes too
disgusted to look at me another second.
Guilt floods me. Shame forces its way in too. Hes right. What we did could
jeopardize his career if anyone found out. What we almost did definitely would have
jeopardized his career if anyone found out.
The guilt and shame get me out of my chair, but its the embarrassment that
sends my ass toward the door.
Id offered myself to him, and his response was disgust. Id admitted I wanted
him, and his answer was repulsion.
Im sorry, I say as I rush toward the end of the row, dying to run up the stairs
and escape and never come into his class again.
What an idiot I was to think hed ever want me, even if it was just for a quick

fuck to relieve a little tension.

The sounds the heels of my Mary Janes make echo through the room as I hurry
across the tile, but his voice cuts through the noise. Oh, its too late for sorrys.
Much too late for those.
I brake to a stop when his dark voice comes over me. Chills spill down my spine.
You should have mentioned you were a student before you pressed your body
into mine at the club and taken my tongue into your mouth. You should have told
me you were in my class before you held my dick and gave him a taste of your
touch.
Chills of a different kind assault my body. His voice is different. His expression
is too. Its not resolution stringing his words together anymoreits something
else. I dont know what, but my instincts fire to life. The instinct that tells a person
to run when something dangerous is stalking closer.
I stay where I am.
I thought youd know. My voice is shaky, mirroring the tremors of my body.
That youd remember my face.
I teach four classes, each one filled with over sixty students. I wouldnt
recognize your face if you sat in the front row every day and wore a monkey suit.
Hes moved behind me so I cant see him, but his footsteps echo through the
room as he moves.
A streak of boldness hits me, and I dont let it go to waste. Liar, I say, nice and
slow so it sinks in deep. Youve known my name since the first day I walked into
your class. You knew who I was when you put your hands on me last weekend, and
you know why Im here now.
A low chuckle winds around the room. He sounds farther away. Why are you
here now?
When I glance over my shoulder, I see him climbing the stairs of the auditorium.
Im not sure if hes trying to leave for the day, escape an obsessed student, or
inform campus security Im harassing him, but Im not going to stop now. Ive kept
this secret, this desire, to myself for too long. Its time for him to know. To be
burdened with the knowledge of it. What he chooses to do with it is up to him, but I
cant keep it to myself any longer.
Turning around, I straighten. My blouse stretches across my chest, the hem of
my skirt lifting as I stand tall. Im here to have you finish what you started.
Some kissing and groping is not my definition of getting started, and if you
think it is, you have no idea the kind of man youre toying with. Hes stopped on
the stairs, looking down at me with a foreign expression. He looks like hes in pain.
When his eyes settle on my chest, that pained expression amplifies. And Im not
finishing a damn thing. So if thats what youre after, go on the internet and look
for discreet delivery. Dont forget to pick up batteries.
His words hit me like a slap, but I keep going. Whatever Im saying, whatever
Im doing . . . its getting through to him. He felt something last Saturday. He can
deny it all he wants, but he feels something for me now too.

My gaze dips down his body like his is assaulting mine. I instantly notice the
bulge pressing beneath his zipper. It would be impossible to miss. The walls of my
pussy clench involuntarily, almost like its fantasizing about him filling me.
Your words are saying one thingmy gaze circles his crotch again before
lifting to his eyesbut your cocks saying something else.
His body shudders when the vile word spills from my mouth, but his glare
doesnt dim. Emma . . . he warns.
My eyebrow lifts, and I step toward him. Now who doesnt know my name?
I take another step closer. Even though were separated by at least twenty feet,
the room closes in around us. His expression is dark, his eyes alive, and if he wants
to keep fighting this, thats his right, but Im going to give him a taste of what hes
missing before I leave.
My fingers work the top button of my blouse free. They lower to the next one
and pop that one free. Folding the fabric aside, I make sure he has a good view of
exactly what hes saying no to. His gaze dips to the area Ive exposed for him. His
eyes devour me, making me shift. He apparently has no qualms about fucking me
with his eyes.
There he is. Theres the man who backed me against a wall last weekend and
ground his body against mine. Theres the man who almost made me come with
one light brush through a layer of fabric.
Theres the man Ive spent months obsessing over, scheming ways to make him
mine. With the way hes looking at me now, I just might be able to make him mine .
. . if only for a few stolen, heated moments.
It would be worth it. If thats all I can have of him, it will be enough.
Thanks for clarifying everything for me, I say, making my way toward the
door again, testing him. Putting me in my place.
I dont make it two steps before his voice fills the room. Dont you take another
fucking step away from me.
This time, the chills that spill down my back are different. No longer derived
from pleasure, these ones come from a different place. Fear.

EDUCATING EMMA

CHAPTER TWO
Luke

She has no fucking clue what shes doing. Who shes messing with. The kind of
man she thinks she wants. She doesnt have any idea what shes asking for and,
now that shes asked, what Ill be giving her.
She doesnt have a clue.
Acknowledging that makes my cock swell.
Youve toyed with me long enough, Emma. Its time to pay up. I try to keep
from smirking at her shivering like a leaf in the wind. She was so brave a moment
ago. So forward. So empowered and vocal about what she wanted from me. She had
no idea what she was asking for. But she asked . . . Its time to pay the price for
fucking with a mans head.
When I reach the top stair, I slide the lock on the door. The metallic sound fills
the room. It makes her tremble. I grunt when my cock twitches.
Professor Faraday.
Poor little Emma. Her poor little trembling voice. All it took was a few words
from me in a certain tone to chase the brave right out of her. I cant wait to see
what plunging my cock into her will do to her crumbling courage. Shell probably
scream. Shell probably beg me to stop and struggle to get away.
I have to palm my impatient member to keep it from ripping through my zipper.
It wants her. Its wanted her for a while. Its grown particularly for her and her
alone. No one else can tempt it into submission.
Finally, its about to have her.
Doctor, I warn in a voice that makes her flinch. You will call me Doctor
Faraday, or there will be consequences.
I move down the back row toward the door at the other end of the auditorium.
She eyes the door like shes gauging if she can make it to it before I can. I grin down
at her when she realizes she cant. Not in those damn innocent-looking shoes that

are really fuck-me heels. Theyre working, since I have every intention of fucking
her. Again. And again. Until she thinks twice about showing up to my classroom in
that kind of outfit.
Short skirts, tight tops, knee-high socks, and fuck-me heels will be dealt with
accordingly. And succinctly. Compliments of my cock.
What are you doing, Doctor Faraday?
Her soft, shaking voice makes me groan in anticipation of whats coming. Ive
waited for this day for so long. Been patient. Biding my time. Waiting for just the
right moment to claim her body. To take her any way I want, every way she begs.
Ensuring you keep your end of the deal, I answer.
What deal? She trembles when the sound of the second door locking rolls
through the room.
There. Now no one can interrupt me as I take my reward for my patience. As I
feast on the fruits of her body.
Youve been fucking with my head for months. I descend the stairs, one slow
step at a time. Now its my turn. But your head isnt what I have in mind.
Every step I move closer to her, she takes one to back away. She runs out of steps
when her back hits the wall. I keep descending upon her, stalking her like shes my
supper. When her lips part as she sucks in a ragged breath, my heads tips.
I inspect those pillowy lips that were made to cushion a dick the size of mine.
Though I suppose your mouths a part of your head, and I will definitely be fucking
that, so why dont we just say Ill be fucking every part of you there is to fuck.
Her hands splay against the wall, and she shakes her head. Her big blue eyes are
even larger now. Dr. Faraday. Please. Youre not thinking.
I shake my head as my fingers move to the neck of my shirt. I unbutton it and
loosen my tie. I need to get out of these clothes, most especially my pants, before I
lose circulation in my throbbing dick. No, Im not. Thats what youve done to
me. The heel of my shoe striking the tile fills the room as I leave the stairs. This
is the consequence of your actions.
Dont. Her eyes narrow, some fight still left in her.
Good. I would have been extremely disappointed if she didnt fight me as Ive
been picturing she would. When she crosses her arms, trying to hide the exposed
skin of her chest she just sealed her fate with, I stop in front of her. I pin her to the
wall with a look that makes her squirm.
Take off your shirt, I order.
If she wants to tease me with it, to break me with those perfect, burgeoning tits
of hers, then she will pay the price of her ploy.
Dr. Faraday. Emmas arms cross higher, trying to hide her luscious chest, but
not even my massive arms would be up to the task of wrangling in a rack that size.
I laugh as her attempts to cover herself up only result in more of her flesh falling
out of her halfway unbuttoned shirt. When she continues to struggle with trying to
hide herself from me, I feel the demon inside me quake. My hands curl into fists as
my jaw pops from the tension building within me, originating in my throbbing

member.
Take off your shirt, I order again, louder this time. I match my face to my tone
so she knows she can resist all she wants, but Im taking what I want.
Youre scaring me. Her gaze dips to my crotch again, and her eyes widen some
more.
Yes, darling, thats right. You wanted it. Youre going to get it. Every last inch of
me. In every last hole of you.
Then next time you think about toying with a man, make sure he isnt one like
me. I tip my head at her, knowing what she thought she was getting is a complete
contrast to who I really am. More animal than man. Driven by instinct. Taking
what he wants, when he wants it, and right now, I want your shirt off.
In what I guess is the last reserve of courage she has left, she stares me straight
in the eye and shakes her head. No.
I cluck my tongue at her, waving my finger, before I go to work unbuttoning my
shirt cuffs. One at a time, I roll up my sleeves, pushing them up past my elbows.
The whole time, she watches me, her eyes molesting the exposed flesh of my
forearms. Good god. Shes terrified of me, and at the same time, she wants me so
badly I bet I could shove my dick straight in her without so much as a courtesy clit
flick to prime her body for me.
Good. I wanted to rip it off anyway.
Another gasp escapes from her parted lips.
Ive been wanting to rip these tight little tit-hugging shirts off of you since the
day you slid into that seat and leaned over to get something out of your backpack.
I point at the chair Emmas sat in since the day class started. The same one every
single day. The way they spilled out of your shirt, teasing me, that cleavage just
begging to be fucked by my cock. As soon as class was over, I pulled my cock out,
pictured it grinding through those luscious tits, and I marked your empty chair with
my cum.
Her eyes drift to her chair, widening in what may be horror as likely as it could
be arousal.
The next day when you came in and took the same seat, I cant tell you how
difficult it was to make it through the lecture when I knew my cum was surrounding
your body. Well, now its time to fill that body with it too. I palm my crotch, but it
only serves to heighten my arousal instead of temporarily sating it. Youre on the
pill, so I can pump you as full of it as I want and not worry about getting you
pregnant. Yet. But that will come too.
I cant help the wicked smile that forms when I notice her legs shake. She might
think shes scared, but she has no idea what I have in store for her. How good Im
going to make her feel.
How do you know . . .?
Her eyes race to the door again, and I want to laugh. On those quaking legs, in
those heels, she couldnt make it two steps before Id be on her, pinning her to the
floor.

The image of it almost has me hoping shell run. I wouldnt mind taking her on
the floor. The harder the surface, the better the fucking.
I went through your file at the medical building here on campus.
Now this look, this one is definitely horror. Those are private files.
I roam in front of her, keeping my distance. For now. I wouldnt think you had
much concern for privacy. Especially since Ive caught you sitting in your car
outside of my house late at night. What were you doing there?
When her mouth falls open, I almost throw myself on her. That mouth. It will be
my undoing, especially if she keeps opening it like that, parting it, gasping. Soon
Ill be drawing moans and screams from it, my obsession with it only growing.
Were you watching me undress and climb into the shower? Touching yourself
as you watched? Is that why you did it? To get yourself off since I wasnt doing it for
you?
She pushes off the wall a little. You knew?
I circle closer. From this distance, I can smell her. From the scent of her
shampoo to the scent that resides between her legs, the waiting is killing me. I
need her. I have to have her. Of course I knew. Why do you think I kept the blinds
open and jacked off in full view?
When my hand lowers to my crotch, stroking myself a few times through my
slacks, she watches. She likes to watch. Thats why I gave her such a good show the
last time.
It wasnt for the neighbors benefit, poppet.
Her chest is moving fast, her breathing rushed. Horny little girl. That was for
me?
I nod. All of it. All of this has been for you. Waving around the room, I end
with pointing my finger between her and me. Now its time to reward me for my
patience and efforts.
She steps closer and the sound her heel makes stabs the silence. Youve been
planning this.
If only she knew . . . shed run. My obsession for her runs deep. Its allconsuming. All-encompassing. All-powerful. All . . . everything.
Ever since the day you walked through that door. I point at the one she first
came in through, the last one Id locked, sealing her fate. Now, dont make me ask
againtake off your shirt and let me see those perfect tits Ive spent months
jacking off to.
Her breathing heavy, she stares at me like shes trying to figure out an equation.
Her eyes skim my body, making multiple visits to what resides below my belt.
When they end on my eyes, her fingers move to her shirt.
She slips the next button free, then the next, until therere no more left to undo.
She never breaks eye contact. I dont think she even blinks. God knows I dont. I
dont want to miss a thing.
Off, I order when the shirt stays draped over her shoulders, hiding those
glorious peaks.

Slowly, she pulls one arm free from her shirt. Then the other, until at last, the
blouse spills down her back and floats to the floor. Her arms cover herself at first,
but all she needs to see is my jaw going rigid before her arms fall back to her sides.
Shes learning. Listen . . . or else.
Theyre perfect. My voice comes from a place deep inside when I feel my tip
leak a few drops at the sight of her naked upper half. The fun Im going to have
with those . . . I back up until I feel the seat of one of the chairs in the front row.
Even better than I imagined. Now show me how you touch yourself when you
think of me. Show me what I do to you.
No. She says it firmly, making her tits bounce a little.
Why not? This is what you wanted, right? My finger waves between the two of
us again. Well, now youre getting it.
Her gaze drifts down to her naked chest before landing on me settling into the
chair. This isnt how I pictured it.
This is exactly how I pictured it. I adjust myself after taking a seat and spread
my legs in front of me. You want some boy who will take you to the movies and
share a popcorn and fail to give your body pleasure after he takes his in three
thrusts, then youre messing in the wrong league. You want a man who will take
care of you and your needs, then youre exactly where you need to be. To ease the
pain pulsing in my cock, I stroke him a few times. All it does is make the ache grow.
But you need to take care of my needs in return, and my needs runs deeper than
most. My needs run so deep that if she knew, she would run. She would never stop
running. Touch yourself.
Her arms cross again, and rage sears through me, red hot and violent. Dr.
Faraday
Touch yourself or leave. I thrust my arm toward the door and try to control my
voice so she doesnt realize Im about to rip the arm off this chair because shes
obscured my view of her fuck-worthy tits. You can walk away. Ill give you another
minute to leave and Ill forget this whole thing. Let that minute pass and youre
still here, youre mine. To do with as I please. My eyes move to the clock hanging
on the wall across from me. Times counting.
I dont know what Im saying. Why Im saying it. Im not letting her go
anywhere. If she takes a step toward that door, Im fucking her on the floor with
her face down and her body writhing beneath me. Shes mine. She offered herself
up to me on a goddamn silver platter, and now its time to partake in that gift. She
cant back out now. She cant take back what shes so eagerly offered because now
she knows what she is dealing witha carnal beast driven by desire and need.
No, that isnt the way this works.
Still, I let her think Im giving her the choice. So when she decides to stay, Ill
have no qualms about riding her hard and acting out every filthy thing Ive been
envisioning for weeks.
I can almost hear her thoughts. Her gaze shifts toward the door, and just when
her body angles in that direction, her hand slides beneath her skirt.

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