Most days, I'd sit back and watch my wives work. Trina, Gale, and Sapphy weren't the type to laze around—if they weren't hunting, they were repairing weapons, checking traps, or gathering food. They worked hard, always with the same goal: keeping me comfortable, well-fed, and safe.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't flatter me.
They also had a habit of working more… provocatively than necessary. Bending over just a little too much when collecting herbs, leaning forward while cooking so their tops dipped low, swaying their hips when they walked past me. They knew exactly what they were doing.
My "record" for the number of times we'd had sex in a day was now at fourteen. Fourteen. Every. Single. Day. Exhausting? Absolutely. But we all enjoyed it, so I wasn't complaining… much.
This afternoon, I was out with Trina, patrolling the jungle near our cave to make sure there were no predators or rival hunters lurking nearby. The air was thick and heavy, the sunlight filtering through the canopy in broken beams.
We'd stopped to rest for a moment when Trina suddenly turned toward me. There was something different in her expression—a slow smile, her blue eyes narrowing just slightly.
"Hubby looks… extra cute today," she said in a low, teasing tone.
I blinked. "Uh… thanks?"
Before I could react, she stepped in close and pushed me back against a tree. My heart jumped as she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly against her breast.
"Touch me," she said, her voice firm but husky.
My face heated instantly. "Trina—"
She silenced me with a kiss, pressing her lips to mine while her thigh slid between my legs, rubbing against my crotch with deliberate, slow movements.
"You make me… want," she whispered between kisses. "So… we have fun now."
She pushed me down onto the soft jungle floor, straddling me with a hungry look. Her hands went to the waistband of my pants, tugging at them as her golden hair brushed over my face.
But before she could pull them down, a sharp sound cut through the air.
CRACK!
A whip lashed out, wrapping around my torso.
Trina jerked her head toward the noise, snarling.
From between the trees, two figures emerged. The first was a woman with a voluptuous, curvy figure and lightly tanned skin, her long curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a jagged-trim leopard-print bikini tied at the sides, a necklace of beads and a large yellow gemstone resting between her full breasts. Her green eyes locked on me with a predatory glint as she yanked on the whip, dragging me a few feet toward her.
The second was taller, with a more muscular, powerful build and the same sun-kissed skin. Her thick curly brown hair framed her fierce green eyes, and she wore an even more minimal leopard-print bikini, its tattered fabric leaving her back and most of her curves exposed. She held a stone-tipped spear in one hand and a primitive shield in the other, her posture ready for a fight.
Trina snarled, planting herself between me and them. "Let go of him!"
The whip-wielder smirked. "We've been watching. He's not yours."
The spear-woman's lips curved in a confident grin. "We take him. Tribe needs man."
Trina took a step forward, spear ready, but the whip lashed out again, snapping against her weapon and yanking it from her grip. The muscular woman lunged, her shield slamming into Trina's side and sending her stumbling.
"Trina!" I shouted, struggling against the whip's pull.
"Hubby!" she roared, trying to reach me, but the muscular one shoved her back again, blocking her path.
The whip tightened around my chest and arms, holding me helpless as the curvy woman yanked me toward her. I stumbled forward, my protests ignored as the muscular one grabbed me under the arm to keep me from resisting.
"Stop! Let me go!" I shouted.
The curvy one leaned close, her breath warm against my ear. "We're not going to hurt you… unless you fight. But you belong to us now."
Trina charged again, but the muscular woman raised her spear and shield, forcing her back.
"Tell your tribe," the whip-wielder said, "if they want him back… they'll have to come for him."
And with that, they dragged me deeper into the jungle, my calls for Trina fading as the distance grew.