by Jenika Snow
The Caveman’s Virgin
Cavemen, 1
Sam Crescent
Jenika Snow
THE CAVEMAN’S VIRGIN (Caveman, 1)
By Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Copyright © July 2018 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Editor: Kasi Alexander
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From that first time Abel saw her there was no doubt in his mind that she would be his. This sweet little virgin stuck in a storm, soaking wet and cold, and no one but him for miles.
With the storm raging outside his cabin and both of them trapped inside, he didn’t know how much self-control he could have around her. It was that moment when he first saw her that he knew he couldn’t let her go, that Shea was meant to be his in all ways. He just had to convince her to stay, that living off-grid with a caveman was exactly where she was supposed to be.
Shea should have been afraid of the stranger who showed up at the exact time she needed help. He was big and muscular with a mountain man vibe going on. The way he looked at her had her body heating in ways she’d never experienced before.
When he brought her back to his cabin in the middle of the woods maybe she should have been frightened. But the truth was she’d never felt more at home, like she was in the right place, with the right person.
Shea was a virgin but she knew one thing for certain … She wouldn’t be innocent for much longer.
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
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1
All Shea wanted to do was leave, escape her dead-end job, set up shop somewhere else, and just have a new life. It’s not like she had anything tying her down, no friends who would care if she were gone, no family who gave a damn if she weren’t around.
After she left her deadbeat mom’s house in the city, she moved in with her grandmother at the age of sixteen life had been increasingly better for her. But then her grandmother had died, her house had foreclosed, and Shea was left with a mountain of bills and no one to show Shea support.
So she’d worked her ass off at a shitty job, nearly had her grandmother’s accrued medical bills paid off, and knew that she had to get away for her own sanity.
That’s what this little trip had been about. There was a one-bedroom cabin just an hour outside of city limits, one that wasn’t too far out that she couldn’t commute to her job, while continuing to save up. One day she’d have enough just to live on her own, not worry about anyone or anything but herself. A solitary life for sure, but it was one that would suit her.
So this was her life, but Shea accepted that. It was lonely at times but it suited her well enough. But even though she wanted to escape, to run from her problems, the truth was she needed that dead-end job. She was saving up, planning on getting a little place out in the middle of nowhere.
“Fuck,” Shea cursed out. The sound of her engine sputtering and then the sight of smoke billowing out from under the hood was the icing to her already shitty day. She pulled the car to the side of the road, the sun setting just beyond the horizon and casting ominous shadows along the backdrop of forest on either side of her.
But of course as luck would have it she was now stranded on the side of the road. She reached into her purse, which sat in the passenger seat, and dug out her cell. Of course she expected the damn thing not to work. Being this high in the mountains and away from the town meant reception was sketchy at best.
She had one bar.
“Thank you,” she whispered. But as soon as she tried to make a call that bar disappeared and she was left with a useless piece of technology. “Of course.” She tossed the cell on the passenger side seat and exhaled roughly.
Looking around, she felt her heart start to beat a little faster. This was the worst possible place to break down.
No way in hell she’d get out of the car to see if she could get better reception, but what did she expect to do? She couldn’t sit in her car and wait for someone to come by. For all she knew that could be hours. The road she was on wasn’t a high traffic one, and she regretted taking the shortcut that led her here in the first place.
But the very idea of getting out of her car out in the middle of nowhere, knowing there could be wild animals just lurking behind the tree line, scared the shit out of her.
No, she was going to have to do something, because sitting in this car and praying someone would come and help wasn’t smart.
And venturing off by myself is smart?
“Better figure out what in the hell you plan on doing because it’ll get dark real soon and then you’ll really be up shit creek without a paddle.”
Abel had his rifle slung over his shoulder, his gaze alert and tracking everything. A twig snapped in the distance and he stopped, crouching low and bringing his rifle close, listening. This was how he got dinner, how he survived living out in the middle of nowhere. Hunting for food was essential, and although sometimes things were scarce, stocking up and making sure he had supplies ahead of time was the only way one could make it out here.
He sat there for long moments, listening, focused. After a few minutes he finally stood and started making his way again. The sun would be starting to set within the hour, and he’d need to backtrack to the cabin before nightfall.
The only thing that surrounded him for miles were trees, flora and fauna, and the silence that stretched out for days on end. It was what he lived for, this isolation and being alone that made him connect with himself and content all around. It was also the fact he’d never been a “people person,” preferring to be on his own since he was younger.
So for the last two decades he’d lived by himself. No electricity. No running water. He was totally off the grid, cutting his own firewood, curing his own meat. He had a cistern for rainwater, gas lanterns for light. This was how he preferred to live and now he always would.
The scent of impending rain filled his head. There was a storm coming. He felt it in his bones. Focusing on the task at hand, he let his mind wander.
But what he was mis
sing, what he wanted more than his isolation was a woman, a wife, and a mother to his children. But given the fact he stayed to himself and very rarely ventured into town, finding that mate was pretty fucking impossible. Beside, what woman wanted a life in the middle of nowhere? No TV, no hot showers, no technology.
But this male instinct to claim his woman, to make her his, fill her with his seed, rode him hard. He wanted that and so much more. He wanted a companion, wanted someone to grow old with, who understood his need to be away from others.
Yeah, he wanted that really fucking badly.
Abel stoked the fire and put the poker to the side. He walked over to his worn leather chair and sat down, exhaling as his muscles ached. He was a big man, tall and muscular from working outside all day every day. Survival made a man powerful. He had to be if he wanted to make it out here. The wilderness wasn’t for the weak.
He brought his beer to his mouth and took a long drink. On one of the rare times he ventured into town to get supplies he’d picked up a case of beer. He was down to his last six, but it was nice having a cold drink after a hard day of work. But running his generator just to keep perishables fresh wasn’t something he did often. He canned his food, fruits and veggies so he didn’t have to worry about keeping shit cold. Jerky, dried meats and fishes, as well as preserves and making his own bread in his stone oven were things he’d learned how to do in order to stay alive.
He was self-sufficient and it worked well for him.
The flash of lightning followed by the sound of thunder came through. Then the downpour started, rain shattering against the windows, violent pellets threatening to break through.
The sound of three knocks on his front door had everything in him standing on alert. Abel was out of the chair with his shotgun in hand in a matter of seconds. His body was taut, his muscles contracted. Whoever was at his door couldn’t be up to any good, not when he was out in the middle of nowhere and known around town as someone to stay away from.
If they thought they could fuck with him they were in for a surprise.
He tore open the door, his shotgun at his side and at the ready. But when he saw the person standing on his porch soaking wet, her long red hair hanging on either side of her pale face, water dripping from the ends, his body grew even more taut. She was shivering. Her arms wrapped around herself, her body so small and fragile.
And just like that he’d found her, like this imprint that came over him. Whoever this woman was, she was his.
2
This cabin was the last resort Shea had. She’d been walking for what felt like hours. She kept trying her phone but still there was no cell service. The deeper she moved away from the main road, the more she thought this was a horrible idea. She should have stayed in her car.
Then of course the rain started because it just had to, right? Her life wasn’t already sucking enough, the sky had to open up and drench her. Her already temperamental hair was now soaking wet, and the heat of a few moments ago seemed to disappear. It was getting colder by the minute. But despite all of that this place was really beautiful and serene. Even cold, wet, miserable, and hating life, she could still admire the true beauty of the place.
The forest that surrounded it was also really amazing. She couldn’t get over just how tranquil and peaceful it all seemed. However, it didn’t stop the fact that her piece of shit car was still broken down, or that she really needed some assistance. When she saw the cabin hidden away in the middle of nowhere, it seemed like something out of a horror movie.
The last thing she wanted to do was die, and wasn’t this how those cheesy stories or movies started: a lost girl who finds a cabin in the woods but it’s actually home to a deranged killer?
Gritting her teeth, she stormed up to the door. This was not how her life was going to end. Even if she walked back to her car, she’d still be stuck. Whoever or whatever was behind that door was her only damn chance and she really needed help.
One of the things she hated more than anything else in the world was asking for help but here she stood, asking anyway.
Knocking hard three times, she waited, hoping this wasn’t a fluke and that someone was home.
Please let someone be home. Or maybe don’t let someone be home depending on who that person is.
And then the door opened and the person standing on the other side was the biggest, gruffest male she’d ever seen. Shea was a little taken aback. She couldn’t ever recall seeing a guy so tall, so thickly muscled. He also had a full beard covering his face, one that made him look like a mountain man. But he was glaring. Like really fucking glaring at her.
Within a second his gaze softened, and she couldn’t help but tense up a little bit.
“Hi, I’m really sorry to bother you like this but … my car broke down. Could I use your phone, maybe? To call for a tow truck.”
“Don’t have a phone.” His voice was clipped, harsh.
“What? You don’t have a phone?”
“Look around, sunshine. We’re out in the middle of nowhere. Besides, I don’t need one.”
She frowned at him as he watched her.
He didn’t strike her as a killer but over the years, she didn’t imagine many people were struck as killers either.
“Don’t live near town so no tow trucks either.” His words were short, broken, as if maybe he didn’t converse with people that often. Although what he said, and the fact he was out in the middle of nowhere, kind of cemented that a bit more.
“Shit!” she said under her breath.
A crack of lightning, then a pound of thunder sounded. “You can come inside.” He gripped her arm gently but with force. The sheer power in him shocked her but he didn’t hold her too tightly. He guided her into his home and she couldn’t help but follow him. Something safe and warm enveloped her. There were no lights on but a few candles were lit, and in the fireplace a fire was crackling. The warmth in the cabin was a nice reprieve from the cold.
“Thank you,” she said. Maybe she should have been freaked out more than she was, but the truth was she was inside, out of the cold, and away from danger.
Shea glanced over at him. She hoped at least.
Abel had never seen such a beautiful woman in all of his years. Well, he’d seen pretty women but nothing like this one. She was … stunning. There was no makeup on her so the rain wasn’t making her look all creepy with black stuff running down her face. She was all natural and amazing.
This was why he’d waited. Why he’d waited for a woman all these years to come to him. He had once been part of society many years ago and it hadn’t been for him. He couldn’t handle all the bullshit that came with the lies and the falseness. If you don’t like someone, tell them you don’t fucking like them. Don’t keep inviting them around for dinner hoping something would change.
It’s why he’d not been part of society in a long time.
He grew sick of being told that he wasn’t right. That he should have more civility. They could kiss his ass for all he cared about being civil to dicks and assholes. Living as far away from people as possible had been his salvation.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. It was strange talking. He’d not done so in a long time. For so long he’d been living in his own little cave and this woman had stripped him down, and now he wanted her to be safe, to feel safe.
“Yeah, a little.”
He moved toward the stove he had that was run on firewood. It was an older style, but gave off some intense heat.
“This is really far out. I didn’t even know if I’d find anyone.” She held up her cell phone. “No service so it kept dying.”
“But you thought coming out in the middle of the woods right before the sun set was a smart thing to do?” He lifted his brow. Her cheeks turned red and he knew he’d embarrassed her. “It was a foolish move. You could have gotten injured, or attacked by the many wild predators in the woods.”
She nodded and glanced down. “I wasn’t thinking, clearly. I thought maybe I’d
come across someone. I hadn’t even realized I’d ventured so deep until I came across your place. I planned on turning back and just waiting it out in my car.”
He wasn’t going to chastise her anymore. It was clear she knew how stupid it had been coming out into the woods. “I bought this land years ago with the intent of not having electricity or running water, or anything like that. It’s in the middle of nowhere, and I like it that way. Then no one will accidentally wander out here,” he said, looking at her.
She nodded and he watched as her throat worked when she smiled. “You built this place?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, wow. It’s really beautiful.”
He smiled. “You don’t have to be polite.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have any modern comforts here. I have nothing here that will make life easy.”
“Maybe not, but the cabin itself is really gorgeous. How do you get by?” she asked. “Food, water, stuff like that? Especially in the winter.”
“I keep up on the maintenance. I hunt, and I’ve always been able to take care of myself.”
“What about storing food?”
“I have a small garden that I maintain during the summer months. I eat what’s available for me,” he said. “I don’t go completely without. Once a year I go out to a store and buy supplies if I need them. But other than that I stock up year-round for the harder, colder months.”