Primal: A MFM Taboo Novel, page 1
Primal
A MFM Taboo Novel
Natalie Knight
Copyright © 2024 by Natalie Knight
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Editing: Oopsie Daisy
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Contents
My Forbidden Pages Tribe
Taboo Content Warning
1. Axel
2. Poppy
3. Mason
4. Poppy
5. Mason
6. Axel
7. Poppy
8. Mason
9. Axel
10. Mason
11. Poppy
12. Axel
13. Poppy
14. Axel
15. Poppy
16. Mason
17. Axel
18. Poppy
19. Mason
20. Axel
Epilogue-Poppy
More shit by Natalie
My Forbidden Pages Tribe
Thank you so much for being a member of the Forbidden Pages. It means the world to me.
With so much love,
Natalie
Taboo Content Warning
From the title you already know what could possibly be in this book, but for those who need it spelled out:
MFM Incest( Dad, Daughter and Stepdad)
25+ Year Age Gaps
Close Proximity
Stuck in a cabin in the mountains
Heroine with virgin asshole
Face fucking
Verbal degradation
AC(Air Con) goes out
Somnophilia
Her Dad loves to watch (hehe)
Asshole Boyfriend( Dad and Stepdad get rid of him)
Chapter 1
Axel
The airport was busy as I made my way to the baggage claim area. I wasn’t surprised. Colorado was gorgeous this time of year— any time of year, really— and there were probably a lot of people here on vacation.
But that’s not why I traveled here. After years of thinking about it, I finally decided to start working on my book. I’ve been a lawyer for two decades, and pretty damn successful at it, but it’s always been a fantasy of mine to see a something I wrote on the shelf in a bookstore.
So, I contacted my ex-sister-in-law, who I still got along with pretty well, considering that I divorced her sister thirteen years ago, for some advice about where I could go to get some peace and privacy for a week. She’s a travel agent, which makes her the perfect person to suggest where I could find what I was looking for.
I was jostled by the people crowded around the baggage claim area, but I managed to spot my hard-shell navy blue suitcase on the belt. I moved forward to grab it just as another man nearby broke from the crowd of harried airport patrons to take the suitcase in front of mine on the belt. I glanced in his direction, only to do a double take when I realized I recognized the man.
He was also staring at me with surprise on his face. “Axel? What are you doing here?”
My surprise shifted to annoyance, and I glared at Mason as I yanked my suitcase off of the revolving belt. “I was going to ask you the same thing. Why the hell are you in Colorado?”
I’d know Mason for a long time, ever since we were kids, but it had been years since I’d seen the man. I wasn’t exactly eager to hang out with the man who was married to my ex-wife.
Apparently, he didn’t feel the same because he smiled and cuffed me on the shoulder. “Mount Elbert is a popular vacation destination. I’m guessing we had the same idea to come here for a getaway.”
His broad smile and friendly greeting just pissed me off. He always did this, acting like we were old friends. Once upon a time, that was true, but these days, I couldn’t stand the man. Our childhood friendship had gone up in flames decades ago.
“Just my luck,” I grumbled, turning away. I headed toward the car rental counter, eager to get out of this crowded airport and away from Mason.
Unfortunately for me, he followed, keeping up at my side, even though my legs were much longer. I had a good four inches of height on the guy, something I took great satisfaction in.
“So, did Fiona tell you about this place?” he asked, referring to my ex-sister-in-law.
I grunted in response, keeping my eyes focused ahead. Mason didn’t take the hint, chatting about Fiona telling him about some kind of gathering up in the mountains here that he might be interested in attending. He was excited about staying in a cabin, surrounded by nature. I was barely listening, but my curiosity got the better of me.
“You’re here without Janie?” I asked.
My ex-wife wasn’t the type to enjoy staying in a rustic cabin out in the middle of nowhere. She was never happy unless she was being pampered and didn’t appreciate the beauty of nature one bit.
We both got in line at the car rental counter. Some short-tempered asshole was arguing with the young girl behind the counter about the car he wanted to rent. Apparently, they were out of luxury SUVs, and the flashy muscle car that the girl was trying to give him wasn’t a good enough substitute. This was becoming the problem of everyone waiting for a car, and I knew I wasn’t going to get away from Mason anytime soon.
“Janie’s not into this type of gathering,” Mason said, and there was something in his voice that got my attention.
I glanced in his direction. He was smirking in a way I didn’t understand, but before I could question him further, another employee stepped up to the counter and called for the next person in line. I headed over, and the asshole who was giving the young girl a hard time finally left, allowing Mason to also come up and start the process of renting a car.
The representative I was speaking with requested the address of my accommodation while in town, and I could feel Mason's gaze on me. I turned to him, a frown forming on my face.
“What?”
“Can you repeat that?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“Why?”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Do you always have to be so damn difficult? Just repeat the address, Axel.”
I let out a frustrated sigh and repeated the address of the cabin I had rented. He held up his phone, displaying a confirmation email that looked identical to mine, even down to the address.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snarled, snatching the phone out of his hand and scanning the email, confirming that he did indeed rent the cabin for the same dates I had booked. “What the fuck?”
“A mistake, I guess. A booking error.” Mason shrugged.
I growled as I shoved the phone back at him. It annoyed the hell out me that he hardly ever got worked up about anything. He should have been just as bothered by this as I was, but he wasn’t. His easygoing attitude used to be one of the reasons we were friends, but I’d outgrown my admiration for that a long time ago.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I ignored the curious stares of the car rental workers as I pulled up the website where I booked the cabin, and looked for another rental for the next few days. Anything.
Of course, luck wasn’t on my side. All other cabins were booked up for the whole week. I considered flying right back to Georgia to just try to do my writing from home, but I hated to waste money like that. Damn it, I booked this cabin, and I wanted to use it.
“I’m taking the cabin,” I said firmly.
Mason chuckled and shook his head. “Still a stubborn asshole, aren’t you? I’m not flying home tonight. We’ll just have to share the cabin.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“There are three bedrooms in the cabin, plenty of room, and I’m supposed to go to that gathering I told you about every day. I doubt that I’ll be in your way much.”
“I’m here to write,” I said. I didn’t want to tell him that because I hadn’t really shared my dream of writing a book with anybody. It felt too personal. But if I was really going to consider this, he’d have to know what I was up to. “I need peace and quiet for that.”
“No problem. Like I said, I won’t be there much.”
I thought about his suggestion for a moment. Mason annoyed the hell out of me. I couldn’t stand his cocky attitude, the one that always got him attention from women. Back in high school, he used it to steal my girlfriend, despite that fact that we were close friends, and now, thirty years later, he was married to my ex-wife.
How was I supposed to deal with him all week?
But his willingness to compromise brought out a strange competitive urge inside of me. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but I couldn’t let him think he was keeping me from enjoying my rustic cabin vacation. The asshole wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing I’d had to scramble to find a different place to stay or that I’d flown home just to avoid him.
It was a petty way to look at things, but damn it, Mason brought that out of me.
“Fine,” I agreed, turning back to the guy behind the counter. “But we’re renting separate cars.”
We might have been going to the same destination, but I wanted to be able to leave early if I found myself unable to stand being stuck in the cabin with Mason for several days. As I looked at his annoyingly smug face, I had a feeling they would be the longest days of my life.
Chapter 2
&n
Excitement raced through my veins as Joey pulled the car up in front of the cabin. It was perfect, just like the pictures on the website. With a rough stone foundation, it was made of thick logs and stood two stories tall. There were twin dormers extending from the roof that must indicate the locations of two of the three bedrooms on the second floor.
It was a beautiful cabin, but the truly magnificent thing was outside. Stepping from the car, I smiled as I pulled in a deep breath. Thick woods bordered three sides of the cabin, but the front of the building was clear of obstructions, providing an amazing view of the Rocky Mountains. Their snow-topped peaks contrasted with the blue sky, and I stood there starting for a long moment until my boyfriend came around the back of the car to stand in front of me, blocking my view.
“What are you looking at?” he asked as I tilted my head to try to peek around him.
“The mountains,” I said, pointing. “That’s part of the reason I chose this cabin. The view is amazing.”
And it was the best cabin available on the website. Three bedrooms were more than we needed for just the two of us, but there was a hot tub on the enclosed back porch and the biggest bedroom had new furniture. It was supposed to be the perfect romantic getaway. When I booked it, I had envisioned an amazing time with Joey. I’d been eagerly anticipating reaching the one-year mark at my job, when I would get a week’s worth of vacation days, and I planned this trip for us on the day of my anniversary at the job.
Then, one week ago, I’d walked in on him balls deep in the slut who lived in the apartment next door. Joey and I had been together for six months, and he’d finally given me a key to his apartment. He said he wasn’t ready to move in together yet, and I accepted that because we hadn’t been together for long. So, I was happy that he was at least willing to take this step.
I came over one day with his favorite double-chocolate chunk cookies from the bakery close to my place. I wanted to surprise him, but I was the one who got the shock of my life. His neighbor, who he always insisted he was not interested in, was riding him on the couch. For a long moment, the only sounds in the apartment were her loud moans and the slap of their bodies coming together.
When the box of cookies in my hand slipped from my fingers and crashed to the floor, they both froze. Joey’s eyes were wide with shock, but the bitch still on top of him tossed her red curls over her shoulder with a cocky smirk on her face. There was victory in her eyes, and I knew I couldn’t be there a second longer.
Throwing Joey’s key at him, I’d spun on my heel and stormed out, tears streaming down my face. I was sure that would be the last time that I saw the cheating bastard. I had a few articles of clothing at his place that I did not need to get back, and I’d planned to just torch his shit in a trashcan fire in the alley behind my apartment building.
But Joey didn’t let me get away that easily. An hour later, he was at my door. My tears had barely dried when he arrived, and just the sight of him made them fall again. He pulled me into his arms, and I let him.
Why the hell did I do that?
I was still unsure a week later. Looking at him now, standing in front of this cabin in the middle of so much beauty, I could hardly believe that we were here. Catching him with another woman had happened way too late to cancel the reservation, so I was anticipating coming here alone and licking my wounds for a week. It was going to be depressing as hell, but at least I’d be surrounded by beauty.
But Joey was nothing if not persistent. After holding me while I cried over him, something that I never should have allowed, he stuck around. I was pissed, but he was intent on ignoring my demands that he leave for good. Instead, he apologized, made excuses, and eventually begged me to give him another chance. He wore me down.
I still wasn’t sure if I’d made the right choice when I gave in. Was I weak for letting him try to make things up to me, for staying with a cheater, even if he swore it only happened once?
This romantic getaway had turned into Joey’s chance for redemption, and if I were honest with myself, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that. Things were awkward, and I hadn’t been able to bring myself to be intimate with him yet. Now that we were here, I knew he’d expect me to go there with him again.
But maybe he’d surprise me and really put in the effort to win my heart back. A little grovel would go a long way with me.
“How about we head inside and pick out our bedroom?” he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows and a grin on his face. He had a killer smile and he knew it.
I nearly swooned at the sight of it, even though he’d just proven me right about him trying to push for sex before working to earn my forgiveness.
I forced a smile back at him, though I wasn't feeling the same arousal he was projecting. Every time my mind wandered to thoughts of intimacy, I couldn't help but remember seeing him with that woman on his couch. It was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on me, effectively extinguishing any desire I had for him.
I knew if I refused to sleep with him while we were here, he’d accuse me of not giving us a real shot at reconciling. But I needed time before I was ready for that.
“Sure,” I said. “Let’s take our stuff inside and pick a room. Then, we can go on a hike.”
Joey groaned, a deep frown pulling at his lips as he looked out at the woods. “Really, babe? Can’t we just take it easy?”
“Look around us, Joey,” I said, gesturing to the lush greenery on all sides. “This place is amazing, and I want to explore it a bit.” I stuck out my bottom lip. “Please?”
He sighed in exasperation as he grabbed our suitcases and grocery bags from the trunk of the car, which I took to mean he was agreeing to the hike. I rushed ahead of him to the porch, putting the PIN into the keypad and opening the door. I felt around the wall in the dark until I found a light switch and flicked it on. My smile was genuine as I looked around at the big, open space.
The living room was to my left, with a brick fireplace and black leather furniture. It looked so cozy, and the kitchen was just beyond it. Even though it was dark, I could see the cabinets were white and there were stainless steel appliances. Stools lined a huge kitchen island, and I could just imagine sitting there in the morning and watching the sunrise out of the kitchen window.
“I guess the bedrooms are upstairs,” Joey said.
There was a staircase to our right with a handrail made of a piece of solid wood with intricate designs carved into it. I ran my fingers over the swirling pattern as I climbed up the stairs behind Joey.
Two of the bedrooms were decent-sized, but the third one we came to was much larger and had an attached bathroom and a king-size bed. This was the one we would use. I quickly dug through my suitcase, grabbing comfortable clothes for hiking and pulling on my hiking boots.
“Aren’t you going to change your shoes?” I asked, eyeing his sneakers. “I’ll be fine.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him, but I knew a decent hike would be difficult without sturdy boots to provide ankle support and traction. He’d find out soon enough.
Leaving the cabin in the late afternoon, we quickly came across a trail leading east. Joey trailed behind me as I followed the winding path, becoming so engrossed in my surroundings I almost forgot he was there. My phone was constantly in my hand, capturing photos of every flower, animal, and bird that crossed our path.
The canopy of leaves and branches overhead blocked out much of the sunlight, but we came to a beautiful sunlit clearing after about an hour. I paused, pulling a small sketchbook out of my backpack.
“Oh, good. We’re stopping. This is so boring. And my feet hurt.”
I glanced at him and noticed he was scowling. He walked over to a nearby tree, leaned against it, and slid down until he was sitting on the ground, his face hidden behind his phone.
