Danger Zone: Tales of Military Passion

by Marie Harte

  “Me, too,” she told him in a breathless voice.

  And that’s exactly what it was. She rode him like a wild thing, breasts bouncing, head thrown back, hair flying. He gripped her hips hard, guiding her, stabilizing her, holding himself back once he felt the first tremors begin in her cunt. It took every ounce of discipline but somehow he managed.

  When the tremors finally subsided, he lifted her from his body and placed her beside him on her hands and knees. Her body still trembled, so he shoved pillows beneath her to steady her. He reached for the tube of gel he’d placed on the little table next to the bed, squeezed a generous amount onto a finger, and slowly began to massage it into her rectum.

  Jesus, she was hot there. Her tissues squeezed the hell out of him, as he probed and massaged. He added a second finger, stretching and scissoring to get her ready for him. Her choppy breathing rasped in the air, and she rocked back against his touch. Moans drifted from her and filled the air with the sound of sexual need.

  “Ready?” He barely recognized the rough voice as his own.

  “Yes, please. Now.”

  He sheathed himself, pressed the head of his cock against her opening, and carefully eased himself inside.

  Jesus! The sensation was as hot as he remembered.

  “Play with yourself,” he ground out. “Touch your clit. Do it.”

  When she moved one arm to slide a hand between her thighs, the movement tilted her ass in the air and pushed harder against his intrusion. Mason gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and began a steady, in-and-out thrust. He tried to take it slow, but his balls ached, and his cock swelled even more.

  “Almost there.” He barely got the words out. “Ready?”

  She nodded, her hips moving in cadence with his.

  They exploded together, a soul-shattering climax that ripped apart every shred of their joined bodies. They shuddered together, gripped in an orgasm so powerful it robbed him of breath and nearly made his heart stop. On and on, the spasms went, shaking them with their intensity, until, at last, when he was sure he was about to pass out, they slowly subsided.

  When he could breathe again, he eased from the clasp of her body, stripped off the condom, and rolled to his side. Hooking an arm around Kris’s waist, he pulled her against him, unwilling to lose contact yet. Something had happened here today, between them, something in their frantic coupling he didn’t want to examine. Or even admit.

  Had she felt it, too?

  They lay like that, locked together, for several moments before Kris pushed up and locked her gaze with his. He tried to read the message in hers, wondered what she saw in his. For a moment, he thought she was going to kiss him, but then she rolled away.

  “Time to get back. We need to get ready to catch the bad guys.”

  Just like that, the mood was broken. Fine. That’s what he wanted, too, right?

  Absolutely.

  “Let’s get it done.”

  He rose and reached for his clothes. They dressed silently, not even acknowledging each other. Yeah, something had changed in a minute, something during that most intimate, most personal coupling. But Kris didn’t appear to want to bring it up, so neither did he. Everything was better this way.

  Kris pulled her hair back into its usual ponytail. “Time to get our act together.”

  Mason wondered if that would even be possible where Kris was concerned. Instead of solving his problem with a healthy dose of raunchy sex, all he’d done was create more need, a stronger hunger.

  When she turned around, dressed, to face him, he was shocked to see her face wiped of all expression. “Ready?”

  “Absolutely.” Ready to drag you back into bed.

  And exactly how do you plan to handle that, asshole?

  A question that riddled his mind as he locked the cabin, helped Kris onto the ATV, and cranked the engine. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any answers.

  *

  THEY WERE ALL deployed tonight, every one of them. Mason had convinced Kris to include him, using his time in the military as a bonus, and she had grudgingly agreed. The air between them was tense, more so than it had been since the moment she’d set foot on his ranch. The vibes they gave off had to do with a lot more than sexual hunger, but he damn sure didn’t want to dig into what it was.

  Not tonight, for sure, when they all needed to block out everything except what was about to happen.

  Kris flew everyone on the team—all six members—out to the last of the cleared pastures at dusk and parked the chopper behind a large copse of trees. While Lane waited in the chopper with the monitoring program on his computer, the rest dropped to the ground and took cover in the dense copse, waiting for word to move. Each of them was armed, and each had night vision goggles.

  He was stunned to see Kris take up a position with them, a rifle cradled in her arms. When he opened his mouth to say something, she shook her head and touched her finger to her lips. Of course, she had every right to be there as the leader of the team. And where had this protective shit come from, anyway? She could more than take care of herself.

  This whole situation with Kris was driving him nuts. He wished he knew how she really felt. But, then, he’d have to examine his own feelings, and he didn’t know if he was ready for that. Somewhere along the way “just sex” had morphed into something else. Something he didn’t know if he was ready for. Or if Kris was.

  Stop it, jackass. Concentrate on business.

  Mason knew this had to be timed exactly right. If, indeed, the smugglers took a group across tonight, it was imperative to wait until they were all not only on the Texas side of the river, but also well onto Mason’s property.

  There was no moon tonight, a perfect cover for the smugglers, so they were completely dependent on the sensors to signal them. Time dragged, but he was used to it, as he was sure the others were, also. He had shifted his position slightly when he heard three clicks in his earbud.

  The sensors had tripped.

  Showtime!

  Pulling down his NVGs, he moved stealthily, taking cover behind giant, thorny shrubs where he could. He could see the team members creeping along and, off to his right, the line of illegals. But instead of the one coyote leading them, he counted four people, three of them heavily armed, shepherding the group. Did the others see them?

  Of course they did. These were seasoned veterans. He just needed to wait for Kris’s signal to act.

  It came only seconds later. Three clicks in his earbuds again.

  “Everyone stop right where you are.” Ray’s voice boomed across the wasteland. In the next second, he turned on the flood he carried, bathing the shocked group in light.

  “Drop your weapons,” Ted ordered. “Everyone not armed come here to me, and you won’t be hurt. The rest of you, drop your weapons.”

  Confusion exploded. The man at the head of the group turned to his guards, who shouldered their rifles. The illegals dropped to the ground, aware only that they needed to stay out of the way of any bullets. One of the guards fired toward the floodlight, shattering it, but the NVGs pierced the darkness, turning everything green.

  Then the shooting began in earnest, bullets flying, people screaming. Mason took out one of the guards, someone else took out another one and, in seconds, it was all over. The coyote and the other guard put their hands behind their heads, ordered to their knees by Ray. Lane was out of the chopper and, in minutes, the coyote and the guards were flex-cuffed and the illegals herded away from the action where they huddled in panic.

  “I called the sheriff.” Kris was right at his shoulder. “He’s sending vans to pick these people up and turn them over to Border Patrol, along with the nasties. We need to keep a lid on things for a few minutes.”

  “I don’t think these people will stop,” Lane said, approaching from the left, “but at least they won’t be using your land anymore, Mason.”

  “Good. At least it’s a start.”

  “Hey, Kris?” Lane’s voice, close to him, was underl
ined with concern. “What’s that all over your shirt? You don’t look so good. Jesus Christ! Mason, she’s been shot.”

  “What? I….”

  Mason turned in time to catch Kris in his arms as she collapsed. He kept on his NVGs so he could see better, and what he saw made him want to throw up. Her T-shirt was dark and wet, covered with what was obviously her blood. For one moment, his heart stopped then he moved into action. He ripped off her goggles and laid her on the ground, gently probing for the bullet wound.

  “Damn!” He stared at Lane. “She was hit on the left, a little below the shoulder. I don’t know what’s hit internally, but she’s bleeding like a stuck pig. We need to get her out of here.”

  “I can fly the chopper,” the man assured him. “I’m her backup.”

  “Then let’s get the fuck out of here. Have the other guys sit on everyone until the sheriff gets here. Let’s roll.”

  Mason ripped off his own shirt to make a pressure bandage for Kris before lifting her in his arms. Holding her steady, he carried her as fast as he could to the helo.

  “Where to?” Lane asked as the blades began their whine.

  “County General. You can radio them. They’ve got a helipad. Come on. Move it.”

  The flight seemed endless, even though, in actuality, it took less than twenty minutes. The moment they hit the helipad, an emergency team ran to them with a gurney and whisked Kris away.

  “Go with her,” Lane shouted. “I’ll go back with the helo and get the others. Catch.” He tossed something to Mason. “Kris’s cell. I’m speed dial one. Let us know what’s what.”

  The chopper lifted off, and Mason ran for the entrance to the hospital.

  *

  “YOU SCARED THE shit out of me.” Mason handed Kris a glass of wine then climbed back onto the bed next to her. “I nearly died myself in that hospital, waiting to find out if you were okay.”

  They were back in the cabin, where they’d spent a good deal of time since Kris had been discharged from the hospital three weeks before. Oh, he’d moved her directly into his room at the ranch, but here they could be completely alone. Have total privacy. They hadn’t yet talked about what came next.

  So far, she was still on medical leave from Mission Control. Seth had flown out himself to check on her. On both of them. And told Kris not to hurry back to work.

  She gave a soft laugh. “I didn’t think you cared, big guy.”

  “Oh, I cared. Care.” He was deadly serious. This was the first time they’d approached anything personal since he brought her home. He’d been giving her space and time to heal.

  Questions were reflected in her eyes. “Do you? Really?”

  “Bet your ass. I didn’t realize how much until I thought I’d lost you.” He ran his knuckle lightly down her cheek. “That night I was more frightened than I’ve been in, oh, maybe, forever. I thought for sure I’d lost you. Even when they said you were okay, I wasn’t sure I believed them.”

  She smiled. “I heard they had to bar the doors to Recovery to keep you out.”

  “Damn straight. That doctor told me the wound appeared worse than it was, that nothing vital had been hit. But I wanted to see for myself.” He leaned on his elbow, resting his head on his palm. “That’s when I realized what I really feel for you. It’s about a lot more than the sex, Kris.” He chuckled. “Although that’s still off the charts.”

  “Or it would be, if you’d stop treating me like an invalid. The doctor has signed off on me, and I’m good as new. Or almost.”

  “Indulge me. Okay?” He paused, searching for the right words, not wanting to scare her away. “I never thought I’d feel this way about another woman. I think, at first, I resented you because you lit emotions inside me I thought I’d locked away.”

  She reached up and stroked his cheek. Wet her lower lip with her tongue. “Me, too, Mason. I had a lot of time to think while I was in the hospital. What happened that night reminded me how short life can really be. How it can be snatched away in a moment.”

  “Too true,” he agreed.

  She searched his face, obviously looking for something. Some kind of answer. “So tell me, big guy. What exactly do you feel?”

  They’d grown so close, these last few weeks, their relationship taking twists and turns they’d never expected. But was she ready to hear this? He blew out a breath. It was now or never.

  “I love you, Kris. I want you in my life, however we have to manage it.”

  She took so much time to respond, he felt disappointment bubble up inside him. Then she smiled.

  “I love you, too, Mason. I want us to have a chance at this. I really do. We need to be careful because we both carry a lot of baggage but, I say, let’s take the leap together.”

  “I’ll do my best to deal with your job.” He touched his mouth to hers briefly. “I’ll worry, but I’ll be here every time you come home.”

  Home. He liked the sound of that.

  “Yeah, about that.” She shifted slightly against him.

  He tensed, wondering what monkey wrench was about to be thrown into the works. But he tried to be casual when he spoke.

  “Lay it on me.”

  “While I was lying around, being a sloth, and you were out hustling your ass on the ranch, I did some research. Made some phone calls.”

  “About?” he prompted.

  “Seems the medical chopper service that covers the area needs another pilot. They’re very interested in talking to me, when I’m ready.”

  He widened his eyes in astonishment. “You’d leave Mission Control? What about Seth? And won’t you miss the job?”

  She shook her head. “Not at all. I think I’ve had all the adrenaline rush I can handle for a good while. And when Seth flew out to see me again last week, we had an extensive talk. He agrees it’s time for me to make some changes.”

  “You’d be satisfied living on a ranch?” He gave her a hard stare. “Living with me?”

  She wound her arms around his neck. “I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more.”

  For the first time in years, pure happiness coursed through him, and the internal walls he’d built crumbled away.

  “Then, get ready to be a rancher’s wife, Miss Gauthier.” He winked. “Soon to be Mrs. Rowell.”

  She smiled back at him. “I’m ready. Let’s get it done.”

  For a long time after that, no more words were spoken.

  None were needed.

  The End

  He Came Upon a Midnight Clear

  Joy Ride

  Lust Becomes You

  Overnight Sensation

  Soul Dreams

  Bedroom Eyes

  Candy Caresses

  Cupid’s Shaft

  Dancing with Danger

  Delicious Danger

  Delight Me

  Diamond Lady

  Double Entry

  Downstroke

  Driven by Hunger

  Eagle’s Run

  Erected

  Erotic Emerald

  Escape the Night

  Extrasensory

  Feel the Heat

  Flavors of Ecstasy Vol 1

  F-Stop

  Hammered

  Hard Lovin’

  Hot Moon Rising

  Hot to Trot

  Hot, Wicked and Wild

  I Dare You

  Jungle Inferno

  Just Say Yes

  Kidnapping the Groom

  Letting Go

  Line of Sight

  Lust by Moonlight

  Lust Undone

  Lust Unleashed

  Mistletoe Magic (Elven Magic)

  Nailed

  Naughty Nuptials

  Night Heat

  Once Burned

  Once Upon a Wedding

  Riding Out the Storm

  Rodeo Heat

  Scalded

  Scorched

  Seductive Illusion

  Sequins, Saddles and SPURS

  Singed

 
Something Blue

  Something Borrowed

  Steamed

  Switched

  Teaching Molly

  Tease the Cougar

  Thief’s Surrender

  Touch of Magic

  Training Amber

  Trouble in Cowboy Boots

  Until Midnight

  Until the Dawn

  Until Twilight

  Where Danger Hides

  Finding Julia

  The Bargain

  Blind Ecstacy

  Dark Desires

  Fired Up

  Bound and Determined

  Collision Course

  Buck Naked

  Stark Naked

  Stripped Naked

  Afternoon Delight

  Animal Instinct

  Beg Me

  Black Cat Fever

  Brit Party

  Carnal Caresses

  Caught in the Middle

  Christmas Goes Camo

  Crude Oil

  Dark Stranger

  Down and Dirty

  Four Play

  Game On

  Head Games

  Heatwave Anthology

  Heatwave: Summer Spice

  Interlude

  Intermission

  Lust Bites

  Made for Him

  Mated

  Night Moves

  Night of the Senses

  Northanger Abbey

  On the Prowl

  Party of Three

  Pretty Kitty

  Silent Hunters

  Swingtime

  The Edge of Morning

  Threefold

  Top or Bottom?

  Trouble at the Treble T

  Unconditional Surrender

  Bite the Bullet

  Cocked and Loaded

  Crack the Whip

  Destination Pleasure Vol 1

  Do You Trust Me?

  Dream Strokes

  Eight Second Ride

  Give it to Me

  Hard to Handle

  Made in Mexico

  Night Ride

  Out of Control

  Rawhide: Buckskin, Boots & Bondage

  Slapping Leather

  Champagne and Bullets

  Military Moguls

  Book One

  Olivia Jaymes

  www.OliviaJaymes.com

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  Dedication

  To all the servicemen and women who leave behind loved ones to serve their country.