Cave Man Need Wife

I’ve been here a long ass time. Lonely as hell and wishing for a wife.

When a woman arrives she thinks she’s time-travelled to a prehistoric nightmare.

I think she’s finally come home.

She’s innocent, curvy, and all kinds of cute.

And she thinks I’m nothing but a cave man.

Growly. Grumpy. Gruff.

She’s not wrong.

She also has ideas about marriage. She’s planning on wearing white, with her father walking her down the aisle of a church.

That’s not happening here in the jungle.

Closest thing to a chapel is a cave and I have no intention on her staying pure until her wedding.

I want her now. Today.

She thinks her father would never give her away to me … but she’s wrong.

Besides, I’m not asking for her hand, I’m taking it.

Dear Reader,

This one’s raunchy, racy, and a little bit ridiculous. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hljóðbók: 15 februari 2022