CAVE MAN MAKE BABY (The First Mountain Man Book 3): The First Mountain Man, #3

By Frankie Love

I never intended on time travelling to the Stone Age during my Special Ops mission – but it's not the first thing in my life to get effed up.
To say I didn't have a happy childhood is an understatement – that's why I joined the military first chance I got.
And to be honest – living alone on the beach isn't the worst way to live out my days.
But all that changes the moment Fancy winds up on my coastline.
She's sexy, confident and smart as hell.
And she seems downright happy to be here. Chipper in ways I really can't handle.
And she's got ideas about making a baby.
Plans, really.
Funny thing is, it's not me she's interested in.
She wants to hatch this egg I found. She thinks our future depends on it.
Me? The only thing I want is her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Oct 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201136307

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

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Prologue

Flint

2 Years Ago…

The last thing I remembered, before falling through the floor of the cave, were the shouts to take cover from my brothers-in-arms. That’s the last time I heard from Carnage, Stone, Rock, and Storm. The blast from an exploding grenade ending whatever lives they hoped to have.

Now, I come to consciousness, trying to figure out where the hell I am. When the grenade went off, it was as if the ground beneath me opened up and I fell.

Fell so damn far.

The men I served with for years in Special Ops are nowhere to be seen – I am alone.

They didn’t make it.

I pull myself to sitting, freezing cold, in a very shallow stream of water, only a few inches deep. I look up, not seeing the ceiling of the cavern clearly. The distance is remarkable – twenty feet above me, at least, vines and jagged rocks everywhere. But there is no gaping hole above where I could have fallen from. Maybe I floated downstream, but the water doesn’t seem deep enough to have carried my body.

I stand, my bones aching and muscles sore. But that might be from weeks of crawling through small spaces as we looked for our target in the Yucatan Peninsula. I sure as hell hope the fucker who threw the grenade got blasted by it.

I pull out my radio, wanting to let the higher-ups know ASAP that the mission has been compromised. That I might be the only man left standing. I grunt, hoping like hell that’s not the case. I never had a family of my own, a woman to love – hell, never had anyone – until these guys. And the idea of losing them? I shake my head, looking for a radio signal, praying even though I’ve never been much of a religious man. Times like these test your faith.

Alpha-225, mission Black Dog Nite.

There is no answer, and I mess with the antennae, knowing this radio is the most durable of its kind. No way would the signal get ruined from a fall.

Downstream, there’s light, and so I begin to walk toward it, hoping that it gets me closer to a signal.

As I walk down the underground stream, I take in the insects crawling on the walls. They are huge – beetles the size of my foot and spiders that are bright green.

The light is further away than I expected, and I stumble, nearly face-planting on a pile of rocks.

I’m getting dizzy. Maybe it was the fall, or the fact I’ve been running on fumes for days. Sitting on a rock, hoping there isn’t some big ass bug next to me, I catch my breath. From my backpack, I pull out my jug of water and down the whole damn thing.

I look around, feeling like it’s too damn quiet, too damn still. Like this place has never been explored before – and I know we are in the jungle, but this feels different – looks different too. A lizard crawls through a crevice in the wall, jutting its big eyes at me – and damn, this thing looks fucking prehistoric with its long tail and scaly body. This isn’t an amphibian you can buy at the damn pet store.

My eyes follow it, as it jumps from rock to rock, and then something small and amber-colored catches my eye, tucked between a rock and the cave floor. Everything else around is either green or brown – this stands out, looking like a gemstone.

I bend down to pick it up, realizing it’s not a lost treasure. It’s an egg the size of my hand, and it’s coated in thick amber, as if crystalized.

Huh. Looks ancient, like – if it didn’t sound crazy – some prehistoric dino egg from Jurassic Park.

I put my empty canteen away, pulling my pack back on before walking toward the light, carrying the egg in my hand.

The closer I get to the cave’s exit, the louder things become. It isn’t until I step outside that I see why. Before me is the ocean, wild and crashing, a sight I am happy to see.

The radio, though, still won’t work.

I know there are hotels all along this stretch of ocean – luxury high-rise condos and massive all-inclusive resorts. Cancun is a few hours north, but all along the coast there are towns and cities boasting large tourist epicenters.

But as I look up and down this stretch of sea, all I see is the ocean and the jungle. Not a hotel in sight.

Then, my eyes widen as something runs out of the tree line. It’s a giant lizard the size of a car.

What the fuck.

And it’s being chased by an ape that is two times as tall as me.

I’m 6’4" so that’s saying something.

I look at the egg in my