Richard:Caveman Instinct(6)

By: Hazel Gower



Need like I’d never felt before overcame me, and I eased out of the pool, and like a bee drawn to honey, I went to the Raven-haired beauty. The closer I got, the stronger the smell of cinnamon and apples got—and the urge to claim the woman. I pushed through the group, determined now to get to her and stood before her staring, enthralled by her. She didn’t seem to notice me straight away, which was odd as I was standing right in front of her. The tall girl next to her nudged her shoulder and whispered, “Bailey, turn your head. Someone wants your attention.”

Bailey blinked, cocked her head to the side, and I watched as her eyes widened for a moment before she shut them, took a deep breath and stood. She then opened her eyes. “Hi. Can I help you?”

Her voice was like music to my ears, and I could listen to her for hours. The realization of what she was to me was like a punch in the gut. Fuck me, the girl before me was mine. She was my one. My soul mate. Her voice was soft, sweet, and almost had me on my knees begging to hear her say anything more. I opened my mouth to reply, but for the first time in my life, I was speechless.

“Sorry if I was staring. Sometimes, when I’m really tired, I can’t control what my eyes do.”

I was almost giddy with happiness and couldn’t help the smirk I knew now covered my face at her confession that she’d been watching me. I needed this woman in front of me. I needed to talk to her. I needed to know this girl. Opening my mouth, I licked my lips and smiled, holding out my hand ready to introduce myself. I silently groaned when that wasn’t what happened.

“You’re mine.” A consuming need to touch Bailey, to feel her against me, overwhelmed me, and I reached for her, desperate to touch her only to be pushed away.

“What the hell, man? Are you crazy?” A young guy around eighteen or nineteen blocked my view as he stood in front of my woman.

Gritting my teeth and trying to gain some control so I didn’t punch the guy and throw my girl over my shoulder, I narrowed my gaze and grunted, “Move or I will move you.” The rational side of me told me I was going crazy, turning into the caveman legend, but the caveman side tells me to beat the crap out of the boy before me, get our mate, and take her home where I won’t let her go until she knew who she belonged to.

“Jessica, call the police. Bailey, you stay close behind me,” the idiot before me ordered.

Growling, I reached for the guy ready to beat the shit out of him for coming between my mate and me, only to stop when my Raven-haired beauty moved from behind the boy and to the side of him.

“I’m sorry, sir, if I’ve done something to offend you. I really didn’t mean, too. Please don’t hurt my friend.”

Her soft, sweet, voice went straight to my cock hardening it. Now she was standing. I could see she was only a little thing. Her head would barely reach my nipple. She was all curves too, soft, full, round curves. Licking my lips, I let my gaze travel down her plump, full breasts, her wide hips, and thick thighs. She looked like she ate, which would be nice. I hated when I took a woman out and all they did was pick at their food. I felt a slight flush of guilt as I realized I hadn’t ever dated anyone with the figure like my soul mate has. Frowning at the thought, it wasn’t that I didn’t like full figured women. It was just that they weren’t the ones who threw themselves at me. My gaze roamed over my mate again. I liked her fuller body, my cock couldn’t wait to sink into her, and I bet she would be soft and conformable to cuddle, whoa, what the fuck… I wasn’t a cuddl—

“Sir,” she snapped, stopping my train of thought.

“Bailey, get back. He’s sick,” the idiot who blocked her before said. If he kept talking, he’d be a dead idiot.

“You, little Raven beauty, are mine. Say bye to your friends.” In the very back of my mind, I knew I was acting crazy. I was probably scaring Bailey, but as I reached over and lifted her up, all I could think about was getting her somewhere where we could be alone.

Holding Bailey to my chest, she screamed, pounding on my chest and kicking my shins. “Put me down. Put me down now, you big…you big idiot. Help. Help, Toby? Isaac? Put me down now before I kick you somewhere way more painful.”

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