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Praise for the novels of

Lora Leigh

“Leigh draws readers into her stories and takes them on a sensual roller coaster.”

—Love Romances

“Leigh writes wonderfully straightforward and emotional stories with characters that jump off the page.”

—The Road to Romance

“Fraught with tension from the first page to the last…a love story of the deepest kind with a very

emotional and sensual base. Combine all these elements together and [you’re] guaranteed an intriguing

story that will have you glued to the edge of your seat.”

—Fallen Angel Reviews

“Blistering sexuality and eroticism…bursting with passion and drama…enthralls and excites from

beginning to end.”

—Romance Reviews Today

“A scorcher with sex scenes that blister the pages.”

—A Romance Review

“Thrilling…explosive…a perfect blend of sexual tension and suspense.”

—Sensual Romance

“An emotional read.”

—The Best Reviews

“Hot sex, snappy dialogue, and kick-butt action add up to outstanding entertainment.”

—Romantic Times (Top Pick)

“Ms. Leigh is one of my favorite authors because she creates new worlds that I want to visit and would

move to if only I could.”

—Erotic-Escapades

“The writing of Lora Leigh continues to amaze me…electrically charged, erotic, and just a sinfully good

read!”

—JoyfullyReviewed.com

“Wow! This was one hot…romance. The lovemaking is scorching.”

—Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Berkley Heat titles by Lora Leigh

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NAUTI NIGHTS

NAUTI BOY

Berkley Sensation titles by Lora Leigh

TANNER’S SCHEME

HARMONY’S WAY

MEGAN’S MARK

Anthologies

HOT SPELL

(with Emma Holly, Shiloh Walker, and Meljean Brook)

Nauti Nights

Lora Leigh

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business

establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

Copyright © 2007 by Christina Simmons.

Cover art by Danny O’Leary.

Cover design by Lesley Worrell.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Leigh, Lora.

Nauti nights / Lora Leigh.––1st ed.

p. cm.

ISBN: 1-4295-6666-3

I. Title.

PS3612.E357N386 2007

813'.6––dc22

2007028497

To the proud, the brave, and the daring.

You make the rules, you break the rules,

and you forge the paths

the rest of us only dream of taking.

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

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CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER EVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Somerset, Kentucky Lake Cumberland

Eight Years Ago

Crista Jansen stared at the bed and the man sprawled across it in horror as she stumbled back, the

knowledge of the mistake she had made the night before pounding through her head like the strike of a

tambourine. Over and over again.

She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide, her stomach churning in sick realization of exactly

how huge this mistake was. The mistake and the man. He took up almost every inch of space on the

mattress, his powerful legs sprawled, his strong arms moving restlessly as though searching—for her.

And he would be. The man was inexhaustible. A veritable sex machine with no off switch once he got

started. And she should know now––she and every other woman he had ever had in his bed.

She could feel the memory of the night before on every inch of her body: her breasts, swollen and

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sensitive from his lips suckling at the tender tips, her lips abraded and tender from his kisses, and between her thighs—

That memory nearly brought her to her knees as her gaze slipped to his thighs, to the half-erect flesh that appeared threatening and overlarge, even though he wasn’t fully erect.

Yet he had fit inside her. Stretching her wide, often in a pleasure bordering pain. He had managed to work every inch of that ironhard flesh inside her, and he had destroyed her with it. Pounding inside her with a force that shook the bed and shook her senses, throwing her into one orgasm after another, bringing such pleasure that she had been unwilling to deny it. Unwilling to deny him anything, even at the end.

Her hand covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. Oh God, she hadn’t let him do those things to her,

had she? Lifted her rear for him and begged for more as his tongue caressed forbidden flesh, then

screamed in pleasure and in pain as the head of his cock began to work inside the heavily lubricated little hole.

He had marked her. He had taken her virginity, and he had taken her sanity. When he had finished

marking the wet depths of her pussy, he had turned her to her stomach and marked her rear as well. With

heated slaps, with diabolically talented fingers, and finally, with the deep, controlled thrusts of his cock.

He had taken her anally, and she had let him. And as she had lain beneath him, fighting for breath, he had told her how much better it could be. How three cocks would take her, move against her, pleasure her.

And with those words he had destroyed a part of her soul. She had dreamed of sweet, gentle words.

Endearments. Soft kisses and maybe at least a promise to see her again. She hadn’t expected him to tell

her that soon, so soon, she would have his cousins as well.

They shared their women; she knew that. It wasn’t just rumor, wasn’t just hinted at. Alex, her brother, had warned her repeatedly that the stories didn’t come close to the reality of the sexual lifestyle Dawg and his cousins lived, and she hadn’t heeded that warning.

Shaking in fear, she quickly jerked her shorts and T-shirt on, not bothering to search for her panties and bra. God only knew where they were. She had to get out of there before he awoke, before he realized how

incredibly stupid she had been.

He had been drunk. He might not remember. God, he’d been drunk; just getting him back to the houseboat

had taken every ounce of strength she possessed. But she had understood the drunkenness. His parents had just died in a horrifying wreck; he had buried them, stood over their graves, and known they were gone

from him forever. He deserved a few hours of freedom from the pain.

If only she hadn’t been stupid enough to go looking for him when she learned he wasn’t with Rowdy and

Natches. If only she hadn’t grown worried about him, borrowed her brother’s car, and gone searching for

him.

But she had, and she had known better. She should have sent Alex after him. She should have sent anyone

after him but herself. Because she had known how it would end, and she had known where he would want

it to go.

Rather than accepting that, she had fooled herself into thinking that taking her, realizing her innocence, her feelings for him, that he would show a spark of possessiveness. Just a moment’s hesitancy in sharing her with other men, with seeing another man touching her, taking her.

She was crying as she eased the lock back on the glass door that led to the lower deck of the houseboat. It was still early. The mist was thick on the lake, surrounding the houseboats and creating a luminescent,

otherworldly air that cut into her soul. Touching him had been like touching power itself. He was huge, so tall and broad, his body leanly muscled and graceful. His chest lightly furred, the crisp curls had raked her 5 of 183

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nipples as he thrust into her. When his lips hadn’t been suckling them. But it was more than just the

physical. That power had seeped inside her, filled her with emotions she had tried to hold in check, tried to protect herself from. She loved him. He made her heart clench and her soul ache. He had the power to

bring her to her knees or to make her fly in ecstasy with only a glance from those odd green eyes of his.

And when he touched her…When he touched her, he’d had the power to make her forget that she knew

exactly who and what Dawg Mackay was.

As she slipped down the docks, she kept her head down, kept her eyes on the floating walkway, and

prayed no one saw her. Dawn was barely breaking over the mountains now; most of the inhabitants of the

houseboats wouldn’t be moving around for hours yet.

She could get lucky. She could escape, and no one would ever know she had spent the night with one of

the most notorious sex gods in five counties. One of three.

She swiped at her tears. She hated crying. She had learned years ago that no good came of it. It only

succeeded in making her feel worse than ever.

But she couldn’t stop the tears any more than she could stop the pain. Dawg had been chasing her all

summer. Those light celadon green eyes framed by the thick, inky black lashes, so pale they mesmerized

her and pierced into her soul.

His smile was always slow and sexy, knowing. As though he were aware of the ache that centered

between her thighs and tormented her long into the night. As though he knew how often she dreamed of

feeling him against her, touching him, being touched.

The dream had turned into far more than she had expected. Part nightmare, part temptation. Forcing

herself out of that bed had been next to impossible. She had wanted him to flow over her; she wanted to

take his cock into her mouth again and practice what he had taught her.

She wanted to hear him moan her name again, watch his eyes darken. She wanted to run and hide and

make certain she never let herself become so vulnerable to him ever again.

And it was breaking her heart. Walking away, turning her back on the only man her young heart had ever

raced to was killing her. It hurt physically. It made her stomach cramp. It made her heart feel like a raw, aching wound.