Mountain, page 21
He put her gently on her feet, and she looked at him intently. “I am fine, you know?”
He shrugged and nodded. “You might be fine, but you’ve been badly injured, and I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
She tapped him gently on the cheek. “Got it, but you also need to realize that I’m fine, that I will be fine, and that I won’t get hurt again.”
He laughed and said, “Amen to that. Well, come on then, and I’ll show you around.” Then he gave her a quick tour of the place, ending with the bedrooms. “So your bedroom is here, and mine is right over there.”
She shook her head and asked, “Two bedrooms?”
“I didn’t want to push you.”
She rolled her eyes at that. “Of course you didn’t, always the gentleman.”
“Come on. Let me show you the yard.” They ended up back in the kitchen, where she stepped outside and squealed in delight. “Oh my God, you’ve got a pool.”
“Yeah, I have someone who keeps everything prepped and ready, so it’s good to go. Do you want to go for a swim?”
“Oh, hell yes, I do,” she declared in delight. “You know the dogs do too.”
“Good, I’ll meet you there.”
And, with that, he headed into his room to get changed. She stared around in shock and joy at the place, then rummaged through her bag, thankful she’d packed a bathing suit for this southern destination holiday, then quickly got changed and stepped outside, heading directly for the water. It would take a while to adjust to being in this location; it was so utterly stunning.
When he joined her in the pool, she was already doing laps – or trying to amongst the dogs’ exuberance. He dove in beside her, and, when she finally stopped, he swam alongside her, keeping the same pace.
She splashed him gently. “Always the protector, making sure I don’t overdo it.”
He shrugged and gave her a big grin. “Hey, when you find something special, you protect it.”
She stopped, looked at him, then swiped at the sudden tears in her eyes.
“Whoa, whoa, none of that,” he cried out in alarm. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her, still standing in the pool, even while it was well over her head.
But here in his arms, she had absolutely nothing to worry about. She smiled up at him. “You do say the nicest things.”
“I mean them too,” he stated, with a glance at her. “I’m not one for much flowery speech, but, when you find something that’s special”—he gazed into her eyes, holding her tight—“you want to look after it. You want to protect it, and that’s what I plan to do.”
“I’m fine, you know?” she repeated.
“Good, that’s great. Now we can have even more fun.”
She laughed. “That sounds good to me too,” she murmured, as she nuzzled his chest. “And you can damn-well move me out of that second bedroom.” When he looked at her in surprise, she shook her head. “I do not plan on sleeping alone.”
His grin flashed, bright and hot. “That’s fine with me. I wanted to give you the opportunity to choose.”
She shook her head. “Hell no, you were testing me to see if I was ready.”
He shrugged. “Hey, I don’t want to push you.”
She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his head to her, laughing. They kissed, hot and heavy, until he sank under the water, taking her with him. When she came up for air, she was laughing. “You’re not pushing, and I am more than ready.”
“As in more than ready now?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Absolutely more than ready now,” she replied. “Besides, I’ve never made love in a pool.”
“We might have to try it,” he suggested, as he looked around, assessing their options.
She chuckled. “We don’t really have to test it right this minute.”
“No, but it’s not a bad idea,” he declared, giving her a wink. He moved her over to the shallow end, then lifted her up, so she sat on the side of the pool, and, when his arms came away, her bikini top came with them.
She gasped and then burst out laughing. “Okay, for somebody who says he’s never made love in a pool, that was a pretty smooth move.”
He flashed that audacious grin at her. “Hey, smooth moves are always good.” He then lifted her up, and now she was completely nude, sitting there in front of him. He took a step closer, him on the bottom step in the shallow end of the pool and her sitting on the pool’s edge. Their heads were now perfectly aligned.
She laughed. “Now that’s smart too,” she murmured, as she reached out, both arms wrapped around his neck, and kissed him deeply. But his hands were damn busy, caressing, stroking, sliding up and down her body, until she was panting. “Oh, that’s deadly. You are freaking deadly.”
He nuzzled her gently and whispered, “No, not really. I’m just in love, probably for the first time in my life.”
She stared at him in shock, and tears immediately came to her eyes again. When he looked worried, she shook her head. “You say the nicest things.”
He lowered his head and kissed her with a tenderness she didn’t think she’d ever felt before. When he finally raised his head again, she had her arms looped about his neck, her thighs wrapped around him, prodding against the erection between them. She smiled and whispered, “A little less talk might be a good idea.”
He gave a happy shout, quickly stripped off his suit and, with her still wrapped around his hips, he slipped her off the pool edge, repositioned her ever-so-slightly in the water, and, with her help, he slid right home. She gasped in the pool, the water all around them, the sun shining down, and she realized how absolutely perfect this day was.
With him moving gently, and then not-so-gently, faster and faster, water splashing up around them, she looped her arms tighter around his neck and took over the motions, increasing the waves but also the pace, and by the time her body trembled in response, he had her up against a towel and a floaty, pinned against the wall of the pool, and drove deeper, harder, faster. She came apart in his arms, only to recognize his own climax, and held him as he drove through it.
When he finally groaned and settled up against the pool beside her, she whispered, “See? Even then, instead of my getting hurt by the concrete, you protected me.”
He looked at her and smiled gently. “As I said, when you find something special …”
She wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, I agree, damn special,” she murmured, “I sure hope we can stay here for a while, and the dogs appear to be totally okay with it.” Matter of fact, they were still in the pool, splashing on the far side, playing and generally having a grand old time. She loved it, absolutely loved it.
“I figured we could use this as a base,” Mountain explained, “and come and go as we need to, maybe make it our permanent home. We’ll see how many times you decide to spend some time up north, and we can sort it all out.”
She nodded. “I do want to go back to the village again.”
“We did say goodbye.”
“But briefly,” she pointed out.
“Yes, briefly.” He grinned. “Honestly, I think they’re all relieved that we’re gone at this point.”
She laughed. “You could be right. It was not the easiest training session for them to witness.”
“No, it sure wasn’t,” he murmured, as he nuzzled her neck, and then whispered against her, “You ready to go again?”
He sat her on a lawn chair and drifted downward, his tongue, his hands, his mouth, all driving her wild with the sensations, the sun above them, and the joy that flowed through her. By the time they’d made love several more times, her body sang with joy and fatigue. “I don’t think I ever want to leave.”
“And you don’t have to,” he said. “We’ll make this a home base for both of us. I meant that.”
She looked over at him. “There’s a strong sound of permanence to that.”
“I sure hope so.” He tilted her chin up and whispered, with excitement on his face, “Amelia, will you marry me?” She looked at him with a stunned expression. “Will you be my wife in all things, my comfort, my joy, my partner, … in good times and bad?”
She was dumbfounded.
“Will you stay by my side because I can’t think of anything more precious than spending every last moment of every last day together with you.”
With tears in her eyes, she threw her arms around his neck and cried out, “Absolutely yes.”
Epilogue
The plane touched down in a controlled smooth movement, hardly jarring the few passengers seated inside. A gorgeous blue sky was outside, a typical sunny California day.
Mason and several other men from the Shadow Recon team waited for the plane to come to a full stop. When it finally stopped rolling, Mason grabbed his bags, tired, happy, but somewhat sad.
As answers went, the ones the team had found in the Arctic training base hadn’t been the easiest. At the core was fear and self-preservation. Such common human failings and, in this one case, one with massive consequences, as individually the men involved had slid deeper and deeper into their lies and deceit.
The fact that Elijah had reached out and had contacted Mason directly would help his case but not enough, though it sounded as if the cancer would likely take him pretty damn quickly anyway. Still, he wanted to answer as many questions about as many cases as he could, so some families could find some closure.
Mason wanted that too. Families were still suffering, as they looked for answers to the deaths of their loved ones. Deaths that were meaningless, senseless, and all the more painful for the betrayal by these men, who should have supported their military brethren, not taking them down, not making them victims.
When the back door to the plane opened, and Mason walked out onto the tarmac, he held up a hand to shield his eyes, wishing he’d brought his sunglasses with him because it was a bright sunny day. Tesla was planning to pick him up, and they would spend a few days together, before he headed back to the office, his field mission over.
He headed for the main hangar, falling in behind the other men. He had places to go too, but chances were good that Tesla would be here somewhere, waiting. And she never did what he expected of her. She was her own person, a special soul, and he was blessed every day to come home to her.
Hearing a shout off to the side, he turned and caught sight of her, hopping out of the Jeep and rushing toward him, her pregnant belly bouncing lightly with every step.
Mason grinned and laughed, as she opened her arms and raced toward him. He dropped his bag and raced in her direction.
He hadn’t made it ten steps when an odd ping hit his head, and he was stopped in his tracks, a slow paralysis taking over his body. He stared at his beloved wife, watching her confusion, then her horror, followed then by her scream that seemed ripped from her very soul.
Mason’s knees buckled, even as he recognized the red flow covering him was his blood. He collapsed to the asphalt beneath him, and the world around him went black and silent, … as he was sucked into the murky darkness.
This concludes Book 8 of Shadow Recon: Mountain.
Read about Jasper: Man Down, Book 1
Man Down: Jasper (Book #1)
There is no greater motive than bloodlust, DNA, and revenge, all mixed up in a cocktail of hatred …
Jasper, who witnessed Mason go down, is all-in on the investigation. He’s on top of the current team, almost pushing out of the way his distrust of everyone around them. Tesla, his cousin, trusts him to get to the bottom of this and fast.
ER nurse Amber isn’t on Mason’s team but knows something major is happening. The hospital is overwhelmed with men, asking for updates on Mason’s condition. A few look as if they belong—and a couple don’t. Taking some discreet photos of those in question, she sends them to Jasper and starts a cascading chain of events. None of it good.
Jasper is soon sidelined from hunting down Mason’s shooter with keeping Amber safe, when she’s targeted next. He must keep them both safe, … even as the investigation heats up and gets even uglier.
Find Book 1 here!
To find out more visit Dale Mayer’s website.
Author’s Note
Thank you for reading Mountain: Shadow Recon, Book 8! If you enjoyed the book, please take a moment and leave a short review here.
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Dale honors the stories that come to her—and some of them are crazy, break all the rules and cross multiple genres!
To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields, with books available on résumé writing, companion gardening, and the US mortgage system. All her books are available in print and ebook format.
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MOUNTAIN: SHADOW RECON, BOOK 8
Beverly Dale Mayer
Valley Publishing Ltd.
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He shrugged and nodded. “You might be fine, but you’ve been badly injured, and I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
She tapped him gently on the cheek. “Got it, but you also need to realize that I’m fine, that I will be fine, and that I won’t get hurt again.”
He laughed and said, “Amen to that. Well, come on then, and I’ll show you around.” Then he gave her a quick tour of the place, ending with the bedrooms. “So your bedroom is here, and mine is right over there.”
She shook her head and asked, “Two bedrooms?”
“I didn’t want to push you.”
She rolled her eyes at that. “Of course you didn’t, always the gentleman.”
“Come on. Let me show you the yard.” They ended up back in the kitchen, where she stepped outside and squealed in delight. “Oh my God, you’ve got a pool.”
“Yeah, I have someone who keeps everything prepped and ready, so it’s good to go. Do you want to go for a swim?”
“Oh, hell yes, I do,” she declared in delight. “You know the dogs do too.”
“Good, I’ll meet you there.”
And, with that, he headed into his room to get changed. She stared around in shock and joy at the place, then rummaged through her bag, thankful she’d packed a bathing suit for this southern destination holiday, then quickly got changed and stepped outside, heading directly for the water. It would take a while to adjust to being in this location; it was so utterly stunning.
When he joined her in the pool, she was already doing laps – or trying to amongst the dogs’ exuberance. He dove in beside her, and, when she finally stopped, he swam alongside her, keeping the same pace.
She splashed him gently. “Always the protector, making sure I don’t overdo it.”
He shrugged and gave her a big grin. “Hey, when you find something special, you protect it.”
She stopped, looked at him, then swiped at the sudden tears in her eyes.
“Whoa, whoa, none of that,” he cried out in alarm. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her, still standing in the pool, even while it was well over her head.
But here in his arms, she had absolutely nothing to worry about. She smiled up at him. “You do say the nicest things.”
“I mean them too,” he stated, with a glance at her. “I’m not one for much flowery speech, but, when you find something that’s special”—he gazed into her eyes, holding her tight—“you want to look after it. You want to protect it, and that’s what I plan to do.”
“I’m fine, you know?” she repeated.
“Good, that’s great. Now we can have even more fun.”
She laughed. “That sounds good to me too,” she murmured, as she nuzzled his chest. “And you can damn-well move me out of that second bedroom.” When he looked at her in surprise, she shook her head. “I do not plan on sleeping alone.”
His grin flashed, bright and hot. “That’s fine with me. I wanted to give you the opportunity to choose.”
She shook her head. “Hell no, you were testing me to see if I was ready.”
He shrugged. “Hey, I don’t want to push you.”
She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his head to her, laughing. They kissed, hot and heavy, until he sank under the water, taking her with him. When she came up for air, she was laughing. “You’re not pushing, and I am more than ready.”
“As in more than ready now?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Absolutely more than ready now,” she replied. “Besides, I’ve never made love in a pool.”
“We might have to try it,” he suggested, as he looked around, assessing their options.
She chuckled. “We don’t really have to test it right this minute.”
“No, but it’s not a bad idea,” he declared, giving her a wink. He moved her over to the shallow end, then lifted her up, so she sat on the side of the pool, and, when his arms came away, her bikini top came with them.
She gasped and then burst out laughing. “Okay, for somebody who says he’s never made love in a pool, that was a pretty smooth move.”
He flashed that audacious grin at her. “Hey, smooth moves are always good.” He then lifted her up, and now she was completely nude, sitting there in front of him. He took a step closer, him on the bottom step in the shallow end of the pool and her sitting on the pool’s edge. Their heads were now perfectly aligned.
She laughed. “Now that’s smart too,” she murmured, as she reached out, both arms wrapped around his neck, and kissed him deeply. But his hands were damn busy, caressing, stroking, sliding up and down her body, until she was panting. “Oh, that’s deadly. You are freaking deadly.”
He nuzzled her gently and whispered, “No, not really. I’m just in love, probably for the first time in my life.”
She stared at him in shock, and tears immediately came to her eyes again. When he looked worried, she shook her head. “You say the nicest things.”
He lowered his head and kissed her with a tenderness she didn’t think she’d ever felt before. When he finally raised his head again, she had her arms looped about his neck, her thighs wrapped around him, prodding against the erection between them. She smiled and whispered, “A little less talk might be a good idea.”
He gave a happy shout, quickly stripped off his suit and, with her still wrapped around his hips, he slipped her off the pool edge, repositioned her ever-so-slightly in the water, and, with her help, he slid right home. She gasped in the pool, the water all around them, the sun shining down, and she realized how absolutely perfect this day was.
With him moving gently, and then not-so-gently, faster and faster, water splashing up around them, she looped her arms tighter around his neck and took over the motions, increasing the waves but also the pace, and by the time her body trembled in response, he had her up against a towel and a floaty, pinned against the wall of the pool, and drove deeper, harder, faster. She came apart in his arms, only to recognize his own climax, and held him as he drove through it.
When he finally groaned and settled up against the pool beside her, she whispered, “See? Even then, instead of my getting hurt by the concrete, you protected me.”
He looked at her and smiled gently. “As I said, when you find something special …”
She wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, I agree, damn special,” she murmured, “I sure hope we can stay here for a while, and the dogs appear to be totally okay with it.” Matter of fact, they were still in the pool, splashing on the far side, playing and generally having a grand old time. She loved it, absolutely loved it.
“I figured we could use this as a base,” Mountain explained, “and come and go as we need to, maybe make it our permanent home. We’ll see how many times you decide to spend some time up north, and we can sort it all out.”
She nodded. “I do want to go back to the village again.”
“We did say goodbye.”
“But briefly,” she pointed out.
“Yes, briefly.” He grinned. “Honestly, I think they’re all relieved that we’re gone at this point.”
She laughed. “You could be right. It was not the easiest training session for them to witness.”
“No, it sure wasn’t,” he murmured, as he nuzzled her neck, and then whispered against her, “You ready to go again?”
He sat her on a lawn chair and drifted downward, his tongue, his hands, his mouth, all driving her wild with the sensations, the sun above them, and the joy that flowed through her. By the time they’d made love several more times, her body sang with joy and fatigue. “I don’t think I ever want to leave.”
“And you don’t have to,” he said. “We’ll make this a home base for both of us. I meant that.”
She looked over at him. “There’s a strong sound of permanence to that.”
“I sure hope so.” He tilted her chin up and whispered, with excitement on his face, “Amelia, will you marry me?” She looked at him with a stunned expression. “Will you be my wife in all things, my comfort, my joy, my partner, … in good times and bad?”
She was dumbfounded.
“Will you stay by my side because I can’t think of anything more precious than spending every last moment of every last day together with you.”
With tears in her eyes, she threw her arms around his neck and cried out, “Absolutely yes.”
Epilogue
The plane touched down in a controlled smooth movement, hardly jarring the few passengers seated inside. A gorgeous blue sky was outside, a typical sunny California day.
Mason and several other men from the Shadow Recon team waited for the plane to come to a full stop. When it finally stopped rolling, Mason grabbed his bags, tired, happy, but somewhat sad.
As answers went, the ones the team had found in the Arctic training base hadn’t been the easiest. At the core was fear and self-preservation. Such common human failings and, in this one case, one with massive consequences, as individually the men involved had slid deeper and deeper into their lies and deceit.
The fact that Elijah had reached out and had contacted Mason directly would help his case but not enough, though it sounded as if the cancer would likely take him pretty damn quickly anyway. Still, he wanted to answer as many questions about as many cases as he could, so some families could find some closure.
Mason wanted that too. Families were still suffering, as they looked for answers to the deaths of their loved ones. Deaths that were meaningless, senseless, and all the more painful for the betrayal by these men, who should have supported their military brethren, not taking them down, not making them victims.
When the back door to the plane opened, and Mason walked out onto the tarmac, he held up a hand to shield his eyes, wishing he’d brought his sunglasses with him because it was a bright sunny day. Tesla was planning to pick him up, and they would spend a few days together, before he headed back to the office, his field mission over.
He headed for the main hangar, falling in behind the other men. He had places to go too, but chances were good that Tesla would be here somewhere, waiting. And she never did what he expected of her. She was her own person, a special soul, and he was blessed every day to come home to her.
Hearing a shout off to the side, he turned and caught sight of her, hopping out of the Jeep and rushing toward him, her pregnant belly bouncing lightly with every step.
Mason grinned and laughed, as she opened her arms and raced toward him. He dropped his bag and raced in her direction.
He hadn’t made it ten steps when an odd ping hit his head, and he was stopped in his tracks, a slow paralysis taking over his body. He stared at his beloved wife, watching her confusion, then her horror, followed then by her scream that seemed ripped from her very soul.
Mason’s knees buckled, even as he recognized the red flow covering him was his blood. He collapsed to the asphalt beneath him, and the world around him went black and silent, … as he was sucked into the murky darkness.
This concludes Book 8 of Shadow Recon: Mountain.
Read about Jasper: Man Down, Book 1
Man Down: Jasper (Book #1)
There is no greater motive than bloodlust, DNA, and revenge, all mixed up in a cocktail of hatred …
Jasper, who witnessed Mason go down, is all-in on the investigation. He’s on top of the current team, almost pushing out of the way his distrust of everyone around them. Tesla, his cousin, trusts him to get to the bottom of this and fast.
ER nurse Amber isn’t on Mason’s team but knows something major is happening. The hospital is overwhelmed with men, asking for updates on Mason’s condition. A few look as if they belong—and a couple don’t. Taking some discreet photos of those in question, she sends them to Jasper and starts a cascading chain of events. None of it good.
Jasper is soon sidelined from hunting down Mason’s shooter with keeping Amber safe, when she’s targeted next. He must keep them both safe, … even as the investigation heats up and gets even uglier.
Find Book 1 here!
To find out more visit Dale Mayer’s website.
Author’s Note
Thank you for reading Mountain: Shadow Recon, Book 8! If you enjoyed the book, please take a moment and leave a short review here.
Dear reader,
I love to hear from readers, and you can contact me at my website: www.dalemayer.com or at my Facebook author page. To be informed of new releases and special offers, sign up for my newsletter or follow me on BookBub. And if you are interested in joining Dale Mayer’s Reader Group, here is the Facebook sign up page.
Cheers,
Dale Mayer
About the Author
Dale Mayer is a USA Today best-selling author, best known for her SEALs military romances, her Psychic Visions series, and her Lovely Lethal Garden cozy series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Broken But … Mending, Hathaway House series). Her thrillers will keep you guessing (Kate Morgan, By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life, a stand-alone novella; and the Broken Protocols series, starring Charming Marvin, the cat).
Dale honors the stories that come to her—and some of them are crazy, break all the rules and cross multiple genres!
To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields, with books available on résumé writing, companion gardening, and the US mortgage system. All her books are available in print and ebook format.
Connect with Dale Mayer Online
Dale’s Website – www.dalemayer.com
Twitter – @DaleMayer
Facebook Page – geni.us/DaleMayerFBFanPage
Facebook Group – geni.us/DaleMayerFBGroup
BookBub – geni.us/DaleMayerBookbub
Instagram – geni.us/DaleMayerInstagram
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MOUNTAIN: SHADOW RECON, BOOK 8
Beverly Dale Mayer
Valley Publishing Ltd.
Copyright © 2024
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ISBN-13: 978-1-778862-68-7
Kobo Edition
License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Dale Mayer, Mountain
