Nauti Dreams

The Nauti Boys Book 3

Natches Mackay separated himself from his family years ago, except for the two cousins who gave him the only family he’d known. Now he’s being dragged back into his father’s life in ways that could destroy him and the one woman who tempts him beyond reason: Government Agent Chaya Dane, who has fought to put her own past behind her. A mission in Somerset, Kentucky, brings her back into the dreams of Natches—and into the shadows cast by his father, suspected in the theft of government missiles. And it could cost Chaya more than she ever imagined.

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Fear flashed for just as second as he unfolded the light silver backed blanket and pulled it over their heads, tucking it in carefully around them. So much as a foot sticking out from beneath it would allow any heat seeking equipment to pick them up.

He had no idea what that helicopter was packing and he wasn’t taking any chances.
He was wrapped around her like a possessive lover now, and he could feel her fear as easily as he could feel the heat building beneath the blanket.

“You know, if I was back home, the ladies would be cooing to be here with me,” he pointed out to her as he smiled against her head. “They like my hard body. They think I’m sexy.”

A nervous laugh parted her lips as he rested his cheek against her hair.

“I can’t see if you’re sexy,” she reminded him, and he hated that quiver in her voice.

“Oh, you’re missin’ out,” he sighed pitifully, his voice whisper soft. “I’m damned fine, Chay. Green eyes and dark skin. I got hard abs. Black hair. The women drool over me.”

He smiled, listened careful and was thankfully to feel a small measure of the fear ease from her. He didn’t consider himself particularly handsome, but he knew what the ladies said. He had to distract her though, and this was all that mattered.

“Conceited too.” Her hands were clenched tight around his lower arms, broken nails digging into his flesh.

“Hell yeah I am. I’m spoiled as hell too.”

“So what are you doing here?”

“Playing? Escaping the marriage market?” He held her closer as the sound of the helicopter hovering over head had her shuddering against him. The camouflaged top of the blanket added to the dead brush secured to the narrow timbers above them would hide them from sight. He had a moment to worry about Faisal, then pushed it away. If they were caught, they were probably dead anyway, despite the extraction team that he knew would be barreling their way to him.

He had pictures, layouts, troop movements and hidden terrorist bases. He’d been out in bum-fucked-nowhere for six weeks now after completing the primary mission he had been sent on to aid in the extraction of another captured agent.

That agent had been rescued. So why hadn’t a team been sent out for this one?

“They’re getting closer.” Her voice was a breath of terror.

“No worries baby. By nightfall, we’re going to be safe and sound and celebrating with some homemade shine I’m saving just for the end of this mission. I’ll get you drunk and seduce you.”

“Seduce me?”

“Oh yeah.” He held her closer.