Months ago, Drew Colesworth had only meant to play pilot and bring his best friend, Jaime, to an isolated island owned by Jaime’s father, Sir Ian Gallagher. It had sounded like fun, but quickly turned into a nightmare. Jaime’s father was dead, his terrible experiments exposed, and the island run by the subjects of those experiments. Sir Ian had been a modern day Moreau, funding the cloning of caveman DNA.
They’d made many creatures, including handsome, muscled cavemen who looked more like modern humans than the others. The nightmare had soon turned into an erotic dream. Drew had succumbed to two cavemen and spent nights in the bed of Ash’tar and Mel’em, his body used and abused—to his delight.
Drew and Jaime had been allowed to return home—Jaime to deal with the death of his rich, powerful father and Drew simply as Jaime’s way home. Never planning to return, he tries to put the island and the cavemen out of his mind, but soon finds he can’t. He longs for the feel of Ash’tar and Mel’em beside him once more, but knows it’s impossible.
They are worlds apart… epochs apart.
When Jaime must return to the island, he begs Drew to fly them back. Drew hesitates—only because he knows he might never leave the island again if he returns.
The loud thump of the bass below vibrated through Drew Colesworth’s body. Seated in a dark corner of the same BDSM club in which he’d been confronted with the chance to fly to some distant island by his friend Jaime, he was now a changed man. He lifted his drink to his lips and took a sip, watching the patrons around him having the time of their lives. He wasn’t having the time of his life. The drink in his hand had no flavor. While those around him were enjoying each other, sharing their bodies, he was alone and lacked the desire to be touched.
He’d come, hoping it would’ve dragged him out of his moroseness. A few weeks since returning from the island and all he could think about were the two men he’d left behind.
Men? Cavemen, was more like it. Subjects of Jaime’s father’s sick, twisted experiments. The cavemen had claimed the island, killed Jaime’s father, and then captured both he and Jaime soon after. While in their ‘care’, some of the males had had their way with them both.
Drew attempted to be angry about that. He’d had two, barely verbal cavemen take him night after night…
That wasn’t what he was angry about, though.
He was angry because he’d liked it much more than he should have.
He was angry because all he could think about was returning to their bed and letting them have him every night for the rest of his life.
Which, of course, was insanity.
Promising to keep his knowledge of the island and its violent coup to himself if he was released, he had done just that for weeks. He and Jaime had arrived back in England, each in one piece. Since, he’d avoided Jaime—unwilling to relive those days on the island one more time and be reminded what he’d left behind.
Move on. Get them out of your system. Find someone else to fuck them out of your system.
A man slid into the seat beside him, causing his drink to crest over the edge of the rim, drip down his hand and onto his thigh. “Sod off!”
“Sorry, mate,” the man said, his voice barely audible over the thump of the music on the lower level. The man turned to eye Drew.
And it was obvious how he intended to apologize from that look.
A hand brushed over Drew’s leg, fingers almost caressing his soft cock.
“I didn’t mean to make a mess… I can clean that up for you,” the man whispered into his ear.
Drew turned to really look at the man. Tall. Handsome. Finely built. The kind of lips that looked really good wrapped around a cock, although the pretty ones were usually not all that good at giving head in his experience. Smelled pretty good, too. Any other time before the island and Drew would’ve been hard and ready to fuck right there on the spot. Even a bad blow job was better than no blow job, right?
“No, thank you,” Drew said, turning away.
“What?” the guy asked. “Seriously?”
“I’m not interested,” Drew cried above the sound of the music.
From the look on the man’s face, he wasn’t used to being told no. “What’re you here for if you’re not looking to fuck?”
“Good question,” Drew said before draining his glass. He laid it on the table before him before rising. “Night,” he said to the shocked looking man before heading down to the front door.
Before he could make it out, he stopped at a scene playing out before the guests. A male submissive was bound to a bench—his wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs—all while two brawny Doms circled him. The pair used floggers to swat at his back, buttocks, and thighs, leaving them all pink and marked from the sensual torment.
For the first time all night, his cock grew hard at the sight. But what he saw wasn’t three strangers. All he could see was him, tied to his bed, while his two cavemen drove him to the edge and past. They’d tormented his flesh and marked his soul.
How they’d done it, he still wasn’t sure.
By the time one of the Doms had his cock in the sub’s mouth, Drew felt a hand caressing his hard staff. Looking down, he spied a hand that wasn’t his own. His gaze trailed up the thick forearm to the face he’d just refused.
“I knew you had it in you,” the man whispered in his ear.
Drew swallowed. The hand felt good, but it was all mechanical at this stage. He was hot and bothered from memories of his lovers, not anyone there at that moment.