Savage (8 page)

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 smile—well, it was more of a smirk than a smile.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll be putting that mouth of mine on you again very . . . very . . .”—his body slid down mine, his tongue tracing between the canyon of my breasts—“soon.”

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.

“I’m about to suck you off, Jane. That’s what I’m
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 child’s inside of you is making the savage inside me want to be extra savage right now. Knowing I’ve 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 won’t. 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 I’d 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 he’d 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, isn’t 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,
you’re
my refuge,” I said, curling closer. “You just happen to be on this island.”

I
’d figured
out the art of survival years ago, but she’d shown me the purpose of living. It was more than the routine existence I’d subsided on during my years alone on this island. It was more than anything I could have imagined.

Living with Jane on this island—on any stretch of land on this planet—was 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 I’d been lost on this island, in more ways than one, for years. How she’d 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 hadn’t done its part to bring two halves of a whole together, then something else had. Like magic. Or fucking unicorns.

I hadn’t just picked Jane because she was the only female I’d 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 we’d both suffered a harrowing journey to get here, but we’d 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 hadn’t been a night since the first one she’d arrived on the island that I hadn’t 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 didn’t 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, I’m 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 you’d ever need to do is ask and whatever it is, I’ll 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 Jane’s 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 Jane’s 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 couldn’t see it. I’d lost the ability to control my eyelids one Jane-mounting-me ago. “I’m going to come fast this time—I can’t help it. You know how horny being pregnant makes me.” Jane’s pace picked up, her moans matching the rhythm of her pussy crashing down on me.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. Take what you need. I’m not far behind.” My hands came around the slope of her hips to cover her swollen stomach.

She was only weeks away from delivering—maybe days. I loved the way Jane’s 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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. “You’ll wake the baby if you’re not quiet, and I’ve got plans that include not climbing off until I’ve fucked you good and dry.”

Her words made me grunt as I felt my orgasm burst in my balls. “Does my wife need her husband’s 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. It’s all for you. It’s all yours.”

As her legs trembled around me, I rocked my hips into her, fucking her until I couldn’t 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 she’d 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 wasn’t. I wanted as many children as our bodies could create, because she’d 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 I’d felt for my family of two hadn’t 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, Jane’s eyes opened. She turned her head to inspect the small crib I’d managed to fashion for our baby. He was getting bigger and I’d 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 Jane—light hair and eyes—but he was big like his dad. He was the most wonderful thing I’d ever done, and he was healthy as an ox. He ate like one too. Jane was still nursing him, but we’d started him on crushed fruit and fish.

Her nipples were still leaking milk from her orgasm, and I couldn’t 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. “I’ll 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 she’d regained her breath, she looked back at me with the same trusting eyes I’d seen when she first looked at me. “Thank you for staying crashed on this island with me.”

T
hank
you for reading SAVAGE by Kat Austen. Look for her next book to be releasing soon! In the mean time, enjoy the first couple of chapters of two of her other works—LOVE CHILD and EDUCATING EMMA—both free on Kindle Unlimited!

C
HAPTER
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 I’d 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 she’d grown from the ground up, but I’d heard she made the occasional appearance for a high profile client. I didn’t 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. Lockwood”—Suzanne greeted me with a smile—“happy 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. He’s a great attorney to have in your corner.”

“That’s 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. “Don’t get so caught up in negotiating price and terms that you lose her. You’ve 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. “I’m 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 soon—I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel days away from the actual birth.

We continued quietly down the hall. There wasn’t much left to say. I knew how this all worked, and I was ready to move forward.

The décor of Love Child’s office was no different from any other prestigious company’s offices I’d been in: modern refinements, piercing functionality, and neutral colors. But hanging from the walls were pictures of past clients with the child or children they’d 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 I’d 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 man—a single man—had limited options if he wanted to become a father on his own. He could hire a surrogate, which wasn’t 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 hadn’t until Love Child’s 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.

They’d see us as a bunch of wealthy men preying upon innocent young woman. We’d 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 wouldn’t understand. It wouldn’t want to understand. People wouldn’t see that the men who had found their way to Love Child’s door were decent, hardworking individuals who would give every last dime to have a child. People wouldn’t be willing to understand that the women who carried our children weren’t being taken advantage of but were revered and appreciated far beyond any sum of money.

Society wouldn’t embrace Love Child’s mission. And that was why you’d never hear about it on the evening news or overhear someone mention someone they knew having used its services.

People wouldn’t understand. But I didn’t 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 won’t be making a final decision until she’s met with all of the clients.”

My jaw set. I didn’t like the idea of the potential mother of my child meeting with five other men to discuss the same topic. “If I decide she’s the right one, I think you’ll find I can be quite persuasive.”

Suzanne held her half smile, her eyes suggesting she knew something I didn’t. “You might want to make sure your
persuasion
comes from the heart in Miss Matthews’s 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 she’d 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 hadn’t 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, I’d 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 watch—“two 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 I’d been in the middle of hitched in my chest, feeling like it was straining against my ribs.

When she stood—her big brown eyes looking straight into mine—it wasn’t only my lungs and heart reacting to her. She wasn’t just the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—she was the most beautiful thing to have ever been created. Sweet smile, angelic face, innocent demeanor—perfection 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
woman’s
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 Child—the process of actually creating the baby wasn’t done in a laboratory. Conception didn’t take place in a petri dish, and a fertilized egg wasn’t procedurally implanted inside of the mother’s body.

No, the mother became pregnant the old-fashioned way. The way nature had intended. That was the main reason I’d gone with Love Child instead of searching for a surrogate mother. I didn’t want my baby’s 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, I’d 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 didn’t want to start off the meeting by making a fool of myself and ruining the entire thing.

I couldn’t 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. I’d been told plenty of times that my deep voice could be on the sharp side of commanding, but couldn’t she tell? Couldn’t 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.

We’d agreed to nothing. She’d barely made eye contact yet. But I already felt savagely possessive of her.

Like hell she was meeting with five other men. If I couldn’t get her to commit to me today, I’d 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.