passion. Her body is flushed and wet and moving over
his fingers like ripples of water. If any other man had ever accomplished
something like this with a woman, he would still be bragging of it. Usually
the female silently endures for a few moments as the male finishes. Until this
woman, Rhawn thought that was the best anyone could hope for from a mating.
He’s
never been so glad to be soooo wrong.
Lucy
and Rhawn’s Dream Eleven Years Ago
Warren
loved being a god.
Half-naked
women fed him a bounty of food, while some strong smelling fermented drink flowed
freely. He lounged back on a pile of skins, grinning like an ass, as he was
fawned over. His hands fondled and his smug laughter boomed. He’d taken over
the community’s largest cave, indolently basking in all the attention.
Obviously, it beat the car lot all to hell.
Just
when Lucy thought she’d hit rock bottom on her frustration with the guy, he
somehow managed to dig the hole even deeper.
“Warren.”
She loomed over him, ignoring the terrified looks the Clan members were
shooting her. “We need to talk.”
“‘Bout
what?” He asked with his mouth full. No smelly mammoth for him. He was
chewing on what looked like a supersized chicken leg.
Lucy
had a brief flash of curiosity about the kind of animal it had come from. Some
kind of teratorn, probably. The fearsome birds had wingspans of a dozen feet
and looked like a combination of a California condor and a gigantic vulture.
They’d been prevalent during the Ice Age, which made sense since everything
around here seemed to be circa the Pleistocene epoch.
Actually,
no. None of this made any sense, at all.
“About what? ” She echoed. “What do you think I want to talk about,
Warren? We need to get out of here, unless you want to spend the rest of your
life on the set of One Million Years B.C. ”
“Hey,
it could be worse, ya know? I mean Raquel Welsh was majorly…” He trailed off,
his expression darkening as he spotted Rhawn by the cave’s entrance.
The
caveman had followed her to the party. Lucy wasn’t sure if it was to protect
her or protect the others from her. Everyone else on this island seemed
poised to run the second she murmured “boo!” in their direction. His
expression remained frustratingly unreadable, so she wasn’t entirely clear
which team he was backing.
She
had the feeling Rhawn was going to be the deciding game piece, though. He was
the only one here with the brains to screw her over. If he joined up with
Warren, she was doomed.
“You
know, that Bigfoot stalker of yours is the one we should be worried
about.” Warren muttered. “You see how he’s the only one here not treating me
like royalty?”
“That’s
because he’s the only one here with an IQ in the positive digits.” Still, Lucy
glanced over her shoulder and caught Rhawn staring at her.
She
had no idea how anyone could think his eyes were a curse. They were a deep,
pure, chocolate brown surrounded by incredibly thick lashes. He had the most
beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. Obviously, he did. Every single part
of the man was insanely gorgeous, from the shiny length of his blond hair, to
the stunning angles of his masculine face, to the massive expanse of his bare
chest. Looking at him, though, she felt more than just the punch-in-the-gut
physical attraction. She felt… a connection.
Like
they somehow belonged together.
Those
dreams weren’t a fluke or a hallucination. This man’s fate was linked to hers.
Lucy believed that and she didn’t even believe in fate. For better or worse,
the two of them were in this together.
…And
Rhawn clearly thought it was for worse.
He
watched her with wary confusion, braced for the evilness to start. Lucy arched
a brow at him and he quickly dropped his gaze. Because, of course , the
big, hot, caveman she’d been having sexual fantasies about for fifteen years would
be socially
his fingers like ripples of water. If any other man had ever accomplished
something like this with a woman, he would still be bragging of it. Usually
the female silently endures for a few moments as the male finishes. Until this
woman, Rhawn thought that was the best anyone could hope for from a mating.
He’s
never been so glad to be soooo wrong.
Lucy
and Rhawn’s Dream Eleven Years Ago
Warren
loved being a god.
Half-naked
women fed him a bounty of food, while some strong smelling fermented drink flowed
freely. He lounged back on a pile of skins, grinning like an ass, as he was
fawned over. His hands fondled and his smug laughter boomed. He’d taken over
the community’s largest cave, indolently basking in all the attention.
Obviously, it beat the car lot all to hell.
Just
when Lucy thought she’d hit rock bottom on her frustration with the guy, he
somehow managed to dig the hole even deeper.
“Warren.”
She loomed over him, ignoring the terrified looks the Clan members were
shooting her. “We need to talk.”
“‘Bout
what?” He asked with his mouth full. No smelly mammoth for him. He was
chewing on what looked like a supersized chicken leg.
Lucy
had a brief flash of curiosity about the kind of animal it had come from. Some
kind of teratorn, probably. The fearsome birds had wingspans of a dozen feet
and looked like a combination of a California condor and a gigantic vulture.
They’d been prevalent during the Ice Age, which made sense since everything
around here seemed to be circa the Pleistocene epoch.
Actually,
no. None of this made any sense, at all.
“About what? ” She echoed. “What do you think I want to talk about,
Warren? We need to get out of here, unless you want to spend the rest of your
life on the set of One Million Years B.C. ”
“Hey,
it could be worse, ya know? I mean Raquel Welsh was majorly…” He trailed off,
his expression darkening as he spotted Rhawn by the cave’s entrance.
The
caveman had followed her to the party. Lucy wasn’t sure if it was to protect
her or protect the others from her. Everyone else on this island seemed
poised to run the second she murmured “boo!” in their direction. His
expression remained frustratingly unreadable, so she wasn’t entirely clear
which team he was backing.
She
had the feeling Rhawn was going to be the deciding game piece, though. He was
the only one here with the brains to screw her over. If he joined up with
Warren, she was doomed.
“You
know, that Bigfoot stalker of yours is the one we should be worried
about.” Warren muttered. “You see how he’s the only one here not treating me
like royalty?”
“That’s
because he’s the only one here with an IQ in the positive digits.” Still, Lucy
glanced over her shoulder and caught Rhawn staring at her.
She
had no idea how anyone could think his eyes were a curse. They were a deep,
pure, chocolate brown surrounded by incredibly thick lashes. He had the most
beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. Obviously, he did. Every single part
of the man was insanely gorgeous, from the shiny length of his blond hair, to
the stunning angles of his masculine face, to the massive expanse of his bare
chest. Looking at him, though, she felt more than just the punch-in-the-gut
physical attraction. She felt… a connection.
Like
they somehow belonged together.
Those
dreams weren’t a fluke or a hallucination. This man’s fate was linked to hers.
Lucy believed that and she didn’t even believe in fate. For better or worse,
the two of them were in this together.
…And
Rhawn clearly thought it was for worse.
He
watched her with wary confusion, braced for the evilness to start. Lucy arched
a brow at him and he quickly dropped his gaze. Because, of course , the
big, hot, caveman she’d been having sexual fantasies about for fifteen years would
be socially
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