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When he lowered his head the second time, passion reared up and overtook both of them in a maelstrom she’d never experienced before. She might have started this, but he had no intention of letting her take control as he overwhelmed her senses and her soul. Her heart was pounding and pulsing as he stroked, caressed, cupped, and kissed every last inch of her as he neared her feet.

  When he reached her poor feet, she was moaning and groaning, her body twisting and writhing on the bed, waiting for whatever else came next. He took her big toe in his mouth and gently suckled. She gasped, pulled her foot back as much as she could, half-laughing, half-groaning, but he wouldn’t let her go far.

  When she tried to reach down and pull him up to her, he shifted away and dropped a kiss right at the heart of her. Sliding his tongue upward, he took a big long taste before dropping another kiss on her navel and coming up to suckle her breasts.

  Shocked and overwhelmed, her body trembling with need, she wrapped her legs around his hips and positioned herself so he couldn’t get away and slid her hips up and down against him, the ridge between her legs.

  He groaned, then shifted, using his hands to position himself, and drove deep.

  She gasped and lay still.

  He froze. “Too much?”

  She gave herself a moment to adjust, her muscles taking just those few seconds to soften, to relax, … to accept. She looked up at him, smiled, and said, “Never,” and she tightened her muscles down and around him.

  He groaned, dropping his forehead to rest on hers, and whispered, “Witch.”

  “Warlock,” she said, using her tongue to stroke across his lips and then slide between them. “Now,” she whispered, “take me like you mean it.”

  He plowed deep and hard and fast.

  She cried out as the tempo built until her body screamed for more, and she shouted once more, “Now!”

  “Christ,” he groaned. His hands went to her hips, and he drove harder and faster, only to plow deep and to grind against her. Then his body exploded. As his explosion rocked through her, her body arched, and she cried out for joy as her climax ripped through her. Her body trembled with aftershocks as he collapsed beside her.

  She’d never felt anything like that. She’d had an orgasm before, but that was like a happy little hill compared to Mount Everest. Her body was still racked with shivers as he held her close.

  When she finally calmed down, and her body and heart were no longer pulsing quite so badly, she whispered, “What the hell was that?”

  “I don’t know,” he said, “but I want to do it again.”

  She howled with laughter, then rolled over astride him. She looked at him and asked, “You got any plans for the rest of the night?”

  He shook his head.

  “How about tomorrow?”

  A guarded look came into his eyes.

  She smiled and said, “I’m not looking for promises,” she said, “but I’d love to spend as much time as we can together.”

  “You mean it?”

  She could feel him rising beneath her thighs already, once again coming to attention. Holding her hands against his shoulders, she slowly stroked her body up and down, teasing them both and holding them both right here, at the edge of knowing that they were heading down that same path again, desperate to go there but both enjoying the moment.

  “I’ll have to do other jobs,” he said.

  She reached out and placed a finger on his lips. “I know,” she said. “You’ll have to do what you have to do. And, if what you have to do is as important as what you just did for me, then I’ll never argue, will I?” Something inside him seemed to settle as the tension eased off his shoulders. She smiled, raised up, and whispered, “I’m not trying to change you, and I’m not trying to stop you from doing what you do. I would just like to be with you, when we can.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She slid all the way up, so that she was right at the edge of his hard ridge, and she nodded. “Absolutely I mean it.” She reached down, adjusted him, and then slowly sank deep on his shaft. He groaned with his hips rising up high, lifting her off the bed. She smiled and leaned forward so that she could rest against him. “But do you mean it?”

  “Absolutely,” he said, “but it will be hard.”

  “It’ll only be hard,” she said, “if we make it hard. I don’t expect to cage you,” she said. “I just want to be with you.”

  He flipped her over, so she was under him again. She laughed with joy. He grinned, smiled down at her, and whispered, “And that’s how I feel,” he said. “You’re so different, so unique, and, for me, it’s like a bird being freed. Making me realize how caged I’ve been.”

  “So let’s not cage either of us,” she said as he kneeled. She climbed back up so that the two of them were sitting, wrapped around each other, and whispered, “We can be free together.”

  He tilted her head back, kissed her hard, and she started to ride. As far as she was concerned, it was the best way for both of them. When the orgasm ripped through them, both of them, she knew she’d found something so much better than she’d ever had before. She tightened her arms around him, holding him close, and whispered, “Thank you for rescuing me.”

  He looked at her, smiled, and whispered, “Maybe I should thank you for rescuing me.”

  “You were never in a cage,” she said. “You were just lonely.”

  “Well, I’m not now,” he said.

  “And you never will be again.” And she continued to hold him to her.

  Epilogue

  Asher Tromblay walked along Coronado Beach, wondering at the strange turn of his life. He was leaving Coronado, and this was his goodbye walk. Technically he was already no longer part of the naval world, and, after doing that job to help out Beau, Asher would head off on his own mission next. He just didn’t know when and didn’t know how. He’d already gotten rid of everything in his life except for a small sterile apartment in San Diego, and that was it. But then he didn’t want anything more.

  It was so strange to be at this stage. When he entered the military and became a Navy SEAL, he never thought about life after the navy. Most men only lasted eight, maybe ten years. Asher had crossed that line himself now. The guys on the Mavericks team had all found something else to do with themselves, and he had too. More of the same, just better.

  Just then his phone rang. He looked down and read the Caller ID. Mavericks. He laughed at that. “Asher here.”

  “You ready?” Beau was on the other end.

  Asher took a deep breath. “Ready? Where am I going?”

  “How do you feel about Asia?”

  He frowned at that. “After those girls sold into the sex trade?”

  “Well, you’re going after somebody else over there,” Beau said. “We think it’s connected to the same deal we just came off of in Alaska, but that’s not the main concern.”

  “Well, it should be a pretty big concern,” Asher said.

  “Maybe,” he said. “What we’ve got is a set of twins.”

  “Great,” he said with a laugh. “What age?”

  “They’re thirty. They were picked up off the streets of London and apparently are being held for ransom in Japan.”

  “What connections do they have?”

  “They’re models,” he said. “Their mother is a fashion designer and is supposed to be dealing with a high-profile wedding in Japan.”

  “Why would the twins be kidnapped?” Asher asked.

  “No clue. Maybe it’s a political statement. If you’re ready to go, you leave in five hours.”

  “Well, I’m going,” he said, “but my Japanese sucks.”

  “You’ll have a partner on the other side this time.”

  “And who’s that?” he asked.

  “Gavin. And another person will be helping out.”

  “Who are we thinking has the twins?”

  “I could be wrong, but I think the wedding party is holding them captive, forcing their mother to take care of the wedding its
elf.”

  “Well, that brings up a whole new meaning to Bridezilla,” Asher said, but no laughter was in his voice. He turned to face the ocean sprawled in front of him. “And these are thirty-year-old twins?”

  “Yes. We understand they’re autistic.”

  “Great,” he said. “Are they difficult to handle?”

  “No, but, at the same time, you have to keep your eyes and ears open in case you hear any information on the sex traffickers.”

  “We never did get any of that rundown, did we?”

  “The Mavericks team is working on it. They got a line on one supply chain.”

  “Is this connected?”

  “No, I don’t think so. But it would be nice to have closure.”

  “And you, are you heading out on another job?”

  “No. I’m here at your central communication center.”

  “Are we ever doing team missions?”

  “We help one person do a job, and then we’re into team jobs.”

  “If you say so,” Asher said. “Did you ever think about quitting?”

  “Before? All the time,” he said. “But it’s different now. We get to say no sometimes. We get to say yes sometimes. The budget is there. The decisions are ours—not the brass above us.”

  “I get it,” Asher said. “Makes a whole lot of sense in many ways.”

  “So, are you up for this?”

  “I’m up for it,” he said. “How am I getting there?”

  “Military transport, various kinds, disembarking at the US military base in Japan.”

  “And from there?”

  “And from there,” he said, “you’re on your own.”

  “My backup will be there?”

  “Your backup plus one will be there,” Beau said.

  “Who’s the plus one?”

  “Her name is Mickey,” he said.

  “I only know one woman named Mickey,” Asher said. “It better not be her.”

  “Yep. Sorry. It’s her.”

  And then Beau was gone, leaving Asher staring at the phone in shock. Mickey was his ex-fiancée from both their days in the military, but he’d gone into SEALs training, and she’d gone into medic training.

  What the hell was she doing in Asia as his plus one? That didn’t bear thinking about.

  Of all the women in the world he wanted to see again, she was not it.

  This concludes Book 4 of The Mavericks: Beau.

  Read about Asher: The Mavericks, Book 5

  The Mavericks: Asher (Book #5)

  What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

  The Mavericks. A covert black ops team that steps up and break all the rules … but gets the job done.

  Welcome to a new military romance series by USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. A series where you meet new friends and just might get to meet old ones too in this raw and compelling look at the men who keep us safe every day from the darkness where they operate—and live—in the shadows … until someone special helps them step into the light.

  A born protector, Asher signs up for jobs even the most trained men won’t take …

  But finding a set of female autistic twins in mainland China—after someone has gone to a great deal of effort to make sure they are never found—isn’t easy. Finding those responsible behind the actual kidnapping is even harder …

  Mickie, hired to look after the twins for the last six months, is still recovering from the trauma of being beaten and drugged, waking to find her adult charges gone. Beside herself already, then seeing Asher, her ex from ten years ago, is another sock to her gut. And to her heart. … She’s not the same person she was back then and, being with him again, shows her just how much she’d screwed up her relationship with him.

  Yet betrayal, deceit and bodies litter their pathway as they struggle to save the missing women before the kidnapper’s assassins get close enough to take them out instead …

  Find book 5 here!

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  Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

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  BEAU: THE MAVERICKS, BOOK 4

  Dale Mayer

  Valley Publishing Ltd.

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-773362-06-9

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