Hot SEALs: SEALed For Life (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Donna McDonald

  Text copyright ©2016 by the Author.

  This work was made possible by a special license through the Kindle Worlds publishing program and has not necessarily been reviewed by Cat Johhnson. All characters, scenes, events, plots and related elements appearing in the original Hot SEALs remain the exclusive copyrighted and/or trademarked property of Cat Johnson and dpg, or their affiliates or licensors.

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  Table of Contents

  SEALed For Life

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Book Description

  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

  Other Books By Donna McDonald

  About The Author

  Other Great Books In The HOT SEALS Kindle World

  SEALed For Life

  by

  Donna McDonald

  Acknowledgements

  Thanks to AJ for knowing what I wanted in a cover before I did.

  Thanks to Blackraven’s Designs for performing the fastest edit on the planet.

  And thanks to Cat Johnson for inviting me into the world of her HOT SEALs.

  Dedication

  This story is for my former Marine husband, so he will understand that I do truly get how hard it is to be the one leaving, as well as the one left behind.

  Semper Fi.

  Book Description

  He only gave up the military for his son. He couldn’t ask her to give it up for him.

  Despite limping around on a busted leg that wasn’t healing very fast, Marine Gunnery Sergeant Melina Angel is up for a serious promotion. All she has to do to become a Master Sergeant is not retire. Of course not retiring means more duty, and war time duty at that. Dessert or jungle, her team follows their SEALs wherever they end up being dropped. There was nothing like a little trauma to keep the blood pumping, but more and more she was wondering just how long she could keep it up. While her life as Gunny Angel is full of dedicated service to her country, Melina can’t help thinking she’s done a disservice to herself over her twenty year career. Outside of an intense physical relationship with one of her SEALs, she’s had no real love life. What military woman has time to look around for that one right guy? Hell, does someone like that even exist?

  Former SEAL, Gower Beckett, doesn’t regret resigning his lieutenant’s commission, even though he was barely over thirty when he had to make the call. When the mother of his son died in a car accident, his sense of duty shifted instantly to who needed him the most. Leaving was a hard decision but he left behind guys as well-suited to serving their country as he had ever been. And he kept them as friends. His son now calls them all uncle even though the woman he’d loved and lost to his military career would have hated knowing it. What the hell. He'd never been lucky in love, but he was damn lucky in the rest of his life. His eight year old spitting image brought him more joy daily than he’d ever imagined having. Now if he could just find civilian work he liked before his entire savings ran out, he and Dillon would be just fine. Finding love with that one perfect woman was a dream he no longer allowed himself.

  Chapter 1

  “I don’t know how you can think about getting out when you can’t even stand the idea of them going off without you. You look sad as hell right now.”

  Melina whipped her head around as she narrowed her gaze on her next in command. Sergeant Jackson Dallas was a handsome man and a good soldier. And one day soon, Jack would be promoted. When that happened, he’d either take her spot or move on to one of his own. That was how it worked. Ten years in a place like she’d served was a special case for any soldier. Everyone moved on eventually.

  “Shut up, Jack. I don’t look sad. I look pissed—because I am pissed. Who in the hell said I was leaving? The captain wouldn’t have said anything. Have you been interrogating Corporal Boyd’s tits again?”

  “Negative, Gunny. During work hours, I’m the model of discretion. I’ve been looking in her eyes and saluting silently.”

  “Yeah—you and every other Marine.”

  The grin he turned her direction had her grinning in return. Melina watched him shrug, and grinned wider herself when she observed his proud smirk. He was nothing if not confident with the ladies.

  “The good corporal favors my salute… or so she says. But I didn’t hear your news from her. The Captain called me in to talk about my future plans in case you throw this luxurious job away and decide to retire.”

  Melina snorted, shook her head, and then sighed. “Guess I’m taking too long to decide. After twenty-one years, taking a few days to decide the next three should be a damn given.”

  “Agreed,” Jack declared. “Everyone will miss you if you go. Double that for me.” He shouldered his duffle. “You’re better with the green ones than I am. You’re like their fucking mother.”

  Melina snorted at Jack’s claim. “Not hardly.”

  “Now how can you say that, Gunny Angel? You bought PFC Carlyle a freaking teddy bear.”

  Her eyes crinkled as the corners of her mouth lifted in satisfaction. “And I also made him carry it everywhere. I figured if Carlyle was going to whine like a two year old, he should carry something to warn people.”

  She laughed when Jack did. Then he nodded in concession.

  “Hard to argue with your methods when it worked so well. Boy hasn’t complained since. However, it’s hard as hell to correct him during inspections when I see that damn bear reclining on his bunk. It’s all I can do to maintain when I want to laugh my ass off. I don’t know how you kept a straight face about it.”

  Melina chuckled wickedly. “I couldn’t. That’s why I made you do inspections. It was like a twofer to get even with you and Carlyle at the same time.”

  “Yeah. I figured that was the case,” Jack declared. “Are you ever going to forgive me for my drunk ramblings about you and the SEAL?”

  “Not in this lifetime,” Melina answered.

  Glancing at the black monster currently vibrating the tarmac, Melina sighed as she watched her people talking inside its open doors. She couldn’t hear them over the sound of the chopper. They couldn’t hear her either.

  She turned to look her second in the eye. “Be truthful, Jack. Do you really think I treat them like children?”

  Jack snorted at her question, but hung his head to respectfully hide the rest of his amusement.

  “Yeah. Sometimes you treat them like kids, but it totally works for you. They’d rather die than disappoint you. All of them would make their real mommas proud.”

  Melina shook her head as she frowned. “Damn it, Jack. They’re supposed to be afraid of me. They’re Marines.”

  “Oh—they’re afraid of you. They call you vulgar names in Spanish when you make them mad. I gotta run now, Gunny. They’re waiting for me. Watch that foot.”

  “Yeah. I know. Thanks, Jack.”

  His reassuring slap on her shoulder as he walked by knocked her askew because of the awkward crutches propped under her armpits. She frowned as he jogged towards the spinning blades. She really was pissed about not going, but a small part of her was also glad not to be heading back to the desert again. Her conflicting thoughts about it made her feel both disloyal and confused.

  She yelled after him. “Watch your head, Sergeant Dallas. All sand i
s not created equal. The desert is not the fucking boardwalk on Virginia Beach. I expect you to bring the whole team back safely. No casualties allowed.”

  “Yes, ma’am. See you in a few weeks.”

  As the helicopter lifted in the air, Melina’s cell phone rang in her pocket. She let it go until the noise dissipated enough for her to be heard above the machines. It stopped briefly, but seconds later started ringing again.

  She glanced at the caller ID as she pulled it from her pocket. Cassidy was calling? She felt both eyebrows raise as she debated whether or not to answer. The cheating bastard was lucky she’d even left his number in her phone.

  Of course, he had come to lend a hand when she first got home from the hospital. But that didn’t mean he was ever going to be anything more than a friend again. She had been done with him the moment she’d caught him kissing some short-skirted and very drunk naval officer outside the club the two of them so often frequented.

  Sighing in resignation, she touched the accept call symbol. He was already talking before she even got out hello.

  “Is it true you’re leaving?”

  Melina looked around the tarmac for him, but didn’t see her torturer. Chris was a terrible joker and it would be just like him to be standing nearby when he called her to talk.

  “Rumors really are flying around here lately, aren’t they? I heard you were leaving too,” she answered, dodging any commitment. “Where the hell are you, Chris?”

  “On the first helicopter that took off. This is my last deployment. When I return, the only sand in my future is going to be under my ass on a friggin’ US beach. I saw you watching your guys leave. You looked sad, honey.”

  Melina’s bark of laughter startled even her. “And here I thought you knew me better than that. I’m just pissed about being stuck on the ground. I should be going too.”

  “Why would you go if you don’t have to anymore? If you’re done, Melina—be the hell done. Maybe we could…”

  “Fuck no—nothing like that is happening again,” Melina said sharply… and she hoped firmly. “Our nine months together was an aberration. Count your blessings it’s over and be grateful I let you keep your nuts.”

  “Our time together was an education for me, and I have learned my lessons. I want you back.”

  Melina snorted before answering. “I have a video running in my head of your hand on her breast under her shirt and your tongue moving in and out of her mouth while she moaned. Every time we talk—like now for instance—that gets superimposed over the conversation. Then I get mad and start reaching for my KA-BAR to separate you from your balls just before I remember we’ve been friends for a decade. Luckily for you, friendship trumps my urge to make sure you can’t cheat on the next good woman in your life.”

  “It was a one-time error in judgment, Gunny Angel. Hell—I never slept with her. How many times do I have to tell you I was just fooling around?”

  “Zero times, Lieutenant. I never asked for any explanation of your actions. My eyes told me all I needed to know. You were turning forty that night, but you were acting like some horny twenty year old. Plus, you knew I was coming to meet you. That self-defeating behavior smacks of something only a shrink can help you with. Don’t look to me to take it on, Chris. Just go live your life and have a good one.”

  Melina smirked at the loud, resigned sigh blasting her eardrum.

  “So that’s your final answer about us?”

  “Yes. Always will be,” Melina said firmly. “I don’t even have a lump in my throat talking about it. We were a bad idea from the very beginning. Your reputation with women guaranteed us to crash and burn. I don’t know why I was so surprised by the reality.”

  “Look, I’m sorry. We were good together, weren’t we? How are you going to find a man to replace me, Melina? A woman as hot as you isn’t meant to be alone.”

  “Being hot is a moot point since I’m not looking at the moment, but thanks for your lack of confidence in my feminine allure. Personally, I hope you find a woman worth being faithful to who screws around on you so you can know what it feels like to be betrayed and humiliated in front of all your friends. She can finish your fucking education.”

  “Damn, honey. That was pretty heartless of you. I thought you were supposed to be my guardian angel.”

  “Oh I still am. That’s why I took your phone call when I didn’t want to,” Melina said brightly, grinning at his obvious frustration with her quick, cheerful reply. “Take care of yourself over there, Whale Bait. I do still like your cheating ass. I just don’t want to fuck it anymore. Am I making myself clear enough, Lieutenant?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Loud and clear. No more fucking.”

  Another resigned sigh whispered into her ear. It was easy to visualize Chris squirming in his seat. She was still attracted to the two-timing bastard, but not enough to sacrifice her self-worth. It actually eased something in her to know he was finally retiring. It meant she wouldn’t have to see him so much anymore if she did decide to reenlist. The man was always going to be a temptation to her if he hung around. She didn’t need that kind of grief.

  “I’m glad we finally got that straight, Cassidy. Keep your head down over there and give me a call when you get back. But when you do, I want to talk about something other than the past.”

  She hung up without waiting for a reply. Her grin was because she knew he’d be cussing her six ways from Sunday in that stupid Alabama drawl of his.

  Her heart still had a soft spot in it for the SEAL—always had if she wanted to be real honest with herself. Her devastation had been so complete that day, she’d stood there staring until Chris had finally raised his head from the woman and seen her gawking in shock.

  Yet despite catching him with someone else, if they’d kept talking just now, Chris might have actually finagled his way back into her life. Then she’d have to go through that betrayal hell all over again. She’d discovered the hard way that she wasn’t the kind of woman who could hang on to a slippery SEAL.

  Melina couldn’t prevent herself from grumbling aloud as she tucked the phone into her pocket and hobbled back to her office to call a cab.

  “And that’s why when I get horny next time, I’m only letting a fellow jarhead into my pants. He better live Semper Fi in every sense of the phrase or I’ll kick his cheating ass too. I’m too old to deal with anyone’s shit but my own.”

  Chapter 2

  The jostle Melina felt behind her made one of her crutches slip a bit as she tried to move forward. She halted where she was and looked to her side as the clumsy culprit caught up with her. Judging from his youthful face and the smirk lighting it, the bump had been enjoyed even if it hadn’t been intentional.

  She snorted about having dressed appropriately as she glared. She was happy now that she’d wiggled on her split leg jeans over the freaking cast this morning.

  “Sorry there, ma’am. I didn’t see your crutches. If I’d tripped on one, we’d have both been kissing pavement this morning.”

  Years of facing off with green recruits had given her fortitude against dealing with young men like the one currently laughing at her. Melina spoke tersely as she nodded at the young man’s half-ass apology. She let her Latino side seep through a little as she lifted a crutch and pointed it at him in mock warning.

  “At least you didn’t knock me over, Pendejo. Guess that was a lucky break for both of us, eh? Otherwise I might have had to chase you down and beat you.”

  Both the kid and his buddies laughed even harder at her verbal retaliation. Their widening smirks over her obvious inability to chase anyone down further validated her instincts that his apology had been smart-ass instead of sincere. Her first thought was that the five of them seemed like a gang to her. They were dressed in similar clothes and had matching shitty attitudes. Did they have those sort of groups running loose around DC?

  Her gaze wanted to look around for cops, but she was afraid to look away from the kid’s gaze. No way were the little shits going to
cause her to break into a nervous sweat over their presence. They could screw up her time, but they weren’t going to distract her from her goal.

  “Okay. I gotta run now. Hope you don’t fall over today. Later, Lady,” he said.

  Melina’s eyes narrowed as the sneering kid and his friends speeded up and veered around her slow paced progress toward her destination. She’d promised herself for years that she would one day visit the Viet Nam Memorial and find her father’s name on the wall. It was one more irony in her life that her first chance to go was because of a bum foot impeding the rapid completion of her pilgrimage.

  “Buck up, Melina,” she ordered herself after the five of them jogged several hundred yards ahead of her. “You knew this was a higher risk time of day to freaking do this. Get your ass moving.”

  Few people were out at seven in the morning, but she’d wanted less crowds for her first visit. She wasn’t quite sure how she was going to deal with seeing the name of the dead father she’d never known. There had been boyfriends and male friend-friends in her mother’s life over the years, but Rosa Maria Angel had never remarried. It had sucked being an only child with nothing but hordes of distant cousins they rarely saw. She’d often blamed her mother’s decision for why she herself had married young and badly. Joining the Marines after her divorce was really the only good decision she’d made in her life. The military had given her a sense of purpose bigger than her own deficits of character.

  Every step was starting to feel like a battle. Her foot was now aching and making her tired. The damn cast was awkward… and restraining. The so-called walking cast really hadn’t been that for her. She had yet to be able to get around without both crutches.

  Melinda snorted. Up ahead, she saw two lone people standing at the part of the wall she was planning to visit. “Mierda! Where are the freaking cops when you need them? I’ll tell you where they are, Melina Angel. They are having their damn breakfast right now like normal people would. How are you ever going to adapt to civilian life?”