Entice

by Lexi Buchanan

  Entice

  McKenzie Brothers #4

  By Lexi Buchanan

  Entice Copyright © 2014 Lexi Buchanan

  All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author.

  Published by HFCA Publishing House

  http://www.lexibuchanan.net

  Cover Model: David Nieves

  Cover Copyright: Fotographer Eric Battershell

  Editor: Sirena Van Schaik

  BETA Readers: Emma Clifton, Heidy Bendana, Kristy Louise Garbutt, and Nadine Winningham

  This book is a written act of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9927335-5-1

  Other books by Lexi Buchanan

  Bad Boy Rockers

  Sizzle

  Spicy

  Sultry

  Savor (2015)

  McKenzie Brothers

  Seduce

  The Wedding

  Rapture

  Delight

  Entice

  Cherished (2015)

  Jackson Hole

  From This Moment

  When we Meet

  New Beginning (2015)

  Holiday Season

  Kissing Under the Mistletoe

  Lawful

  Gia 0.5 (Novella)

  Hunter (2015)

  Julian (2015)

  Untouchable (2014)

  Elijah (2015)

  Fighter (2015)

  Relentless (2015)

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Epilogue

  Chapter One – Cherished

  Ramon – a short story

  Prologue

  Lucien

  Letting the whiskey slowly work its magic, I watch the woman dancing with someone else as the burn numbs me from the inside out. The woman who is never far from my thoughts, her body being enveloped by the man making me wish the whiskey worked faster. That someone should be me. That someone would have been me, but things changed six years ago.

  That was years before she had stepped off a plane from London, came home, and started spending her time with Lily. At first, I thought my preoccupation with her was because of my lack of female company since the fire—after all, it had been years since I’d been with a woman. But it wasn’t that—my hang up with her is getting beyond a joke. Gritting my teeth, I nod for the glass to be filled. I don’t want or need a woman in my life. I can’t have a woman in my life—least of all her.

  It isn’t that I don’t have material things to offer because I do. It’s the physical aspects of a relationship that I haven’t been able to offer anyone in years. Or at least I thought I couldn’t offer the physical aspect…until Sabrina showed up, and now my libido has woken up but only when Sabrina is around.

  My body hums and it isn’t because of the whiskey, its because of her and the way her hips move as the guy holds her tight against him—it’s driving me crazy. Knocking back my fourth drink, I tear my eyes from her for a moment to scan the room. This wouldn’t be so hard if Sebastian and Carla showed up with Ruben and Rosie, at least then I’d have some distraction. Some conversation to still the thoughts running through my head.

  Where are they? I’m starting to think that perhaps getting Sabrina and myself here on our own was the plan all along. I wouldn’t put it past the women to get together and plan this.

  Even Ramon showed up with his new-cropped hair, and stayed about thirty minutes before disappearing with Sylvia. I wished he’d make his mind up about what or whom he wants.

  I should have left when he did instead of sitting here—punishing myself with visions of Sabrina writhing around with someone else.

  My hand tightens around the glass as the guy slides his hands onto Sabrina’s bottom, pulling her tightly against him. I can see her stiffen before she glares in my direction. Distaste clear in her frown but she lets the guy continue to knead her ass.

  Holding her glare, fire ignites through me and my pants start to feel too small. If she weren’t arousing me so fuckin’ much, I’d laugh. My first full-fledged erection in years is in Ruben’s club, Kenza, and the woman to cause it is in someone else’s arms.

  The question is what should I do about it? She can’t be a quick fuck, being a family friend and all. Something tells me I should be running in the opposite direction because I don’t think once, twice or a thousand fucks is going to get her out of my system. Right now, as I watch her leave the dance floor and head toward the restrooms, I need her. I need her so fucking much that if I don’t get inside her soon I’m going to come inside my pants right here. Nearly six years is a long time to go without an orgasm.

  I don’t have the strength to walk away from her anymore, not now—not when my body has chosen her…

  Sabrina

  Escaping to the restroom, I slip into the largest stall and close the door—locking me away from the world outside. Tears burn my eyes and I hold the sob until I hear the room empty out. I need complete privacy so no one can witness my total melt down.

  When I agreed to come here tonight, I sure as hell didn’t expect to be stood up by my girlfriends, let alone being left with brooding Lucien. This is the same guy I ache and hurt for. The same guy who can never say a nice word to me. The same guy who’s been giving me smoldering looks the entire time I was dancing with Derek…Dave…um, something beginning with D anyway.

  Tears slip from my eyes, a strange mixture of lust and pain—mirroring all the feelings I have for Lucien. There was no doubt that I felt lust for the man. He is a handsome man who is charming—to everyone else but me. He has a loving and caring attitude towards his family but my feelings aren’t just about the way he looks. Some part of me wants to erase the pain that is so clear in his eyes. My heart aches with pain for everything Lucien thinks he’s lost because of what happened to him.

  Lily told me how lonely she thinks he is. He refuses to have female company, despite how his family has tried to set him up. He has a will of steel and refuses to bend on the matter. I’ve suspected, for some time, that he has cut himself off because of what happened to him. That maybe he might have some injury to his groin area. But maybe I’m wrong. Surely if that was the case, he wouldn’t be looking
at me with heat in his eyes and his fists clenched tight around his glass. He wouldn’t be looking as though he was trying to keep himself grounded at the bar—away from me.

  Leaning against the wall, I rest my hand between my breasts and take a deep breath, willing myself to calm as I feel my chest rising and falling with each breath. All I need to do is pull myself together—forget the passion in his eyes, forget the way my body and heart reacted to him. Even now, despite being tied up in knots, I can feel the trail his gaze had burned into me.

  How can such a scorching look have me this aroused? Moving my hand to my right breast, I silently moan when I come into contact with my aroused nipple. Shards of pleasure ripple down between my legs.

  As my hand starts to lift my short skirt to get to my panties, there’s a thump on the door.

  I jump and straightening up, I listen…

  Another thump. “Sabrina, open up.”

  Lucien!

  Without care or thought, I quickly open the door, my mouth twisting around a surprised “O” as the hottest guy I’ve ever seen comes barreling toward me. He wraps me in his arms, his touch demanding as he seals his lips to mine. Somewhere in my befuddled brain I hear a door slam a second before a lock slips into place.

  “Sabrina,” Lucien groans running his mouth along my jaw and neck. “I need you,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

  “Yes.”

  I’m sick of pretending. I want the real man.

  Lucien turns and pins me against the door with his hips. His arousal thick and long against me.

  My tank top flies through the air, followed quickly with my bra, as he pulls it over my head.

  He growls before ducking his head towards my breasts. I jolt against him as he feasts on each breast in turn—the throbbing between my legs starting to grow with intensity.

  “Oh God, Lucien,” I moan, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.

  His hands reach beneath my skirt then I feel my panties rip. His fingers slip inside me.

  I’m a hot quivering mess in his arms, and from the shake in his, I’d say he’s the same.

  “Help me,” he begs as he tries to undo his zipper.

  Removing one hand from his hair, I reach down and manage to open the denim. I’m unable to resist as I reach inside and bare his throbbing cock, rubbing my thumb over the weeping head. One side feels slightly rougher than the other—burned maybe?

  “Enough.” He knocks my hand away and aligning himself up, enters me in one powerful thrust. “Jesus,” he cusses. “It’s been years.”

  My eyes widen in shock. Opening my mouth to question him, he seals our lips together and we both let our bodies do the talking for us.

  Chapter One

  Sabrina

  Two nights ago Lucien was buried deep inside me. He’d felt amazing—just like I dreamed he would. At the time, we had simply reacted to each other. We didn’t think, didn’t worry. We just allowed our lust to sweep us away. But afterwards, it had felt weird. I don’t do one nightstands and never gave it a thought when Lucien followed me into the restroom at Kenza. I’d wanted him so much that everything left my head the minute he touched me. But as we dressed, after we’d both released, I’d tried to slip out of the door before he could say something that I wouldn’t like. His arm had snaked around my waist as he hauled me back into him. He’d whispered, “Spend the night,” and I had.

  We’d made love all night in the pitch dark. Lucien being in control all the time was a really big turn on for me. It had kept me on a constant brink of orgasm. He’d been amazing, but morning had soon arrived and I’d woken to him fully showered and dressed sitting on the chair in his room looking solemn. I’d known then that he’d just become my first one nightstand.

  I couldn’t wait to get out of his apartment after that. All I’d wanted to do was to get back to my place to drown my sorrow without an audience. He’d made it worse by following me around his bedroom as though he wanted to say something but didn’t exactly know what to say.

  We’ve had a connection from the minute we met and that connection has only grown stronger with the night we spent together. At least, I feel as though it has. I’m sure Lucien feels it as well, but, from what I’ve heard, he’s been alone for so long, which tells me he isn’t ready to have his life disrupted with me dropping in his lap.

  At least that’s what I was thinking until his call about thirty minutes ago asking if we can talk. I shake the worry from my thoughts and set the phone down. I’d been holding it since I hung up.

  Slipping my nice red jeans on, which show the curve of my ass off nicely, and a shear white blouse, I can’t help wondering how the night is going to end. I guess part of me is wondering whether or not he’s coming here because he has an itch that needs scratching. A huge part of me is hoping that he wants to see me, as in go on dates together and have some fun, but be exclusive.

  I know its early and there’s a large age difference between us, but we’re both consenting adults so I don’t see what age has to do with anything if it’s what we both want.

  I glance in the mirror one last time as the chimes of the doorbell fills my apartment. Fear races up and down my spine and my hands begin to shake with nervousness.

  Quickly fluffing my long mahogany curls, I take a deep breath, open the door and meet Lucien’s gaze. He’s a handsome man with short, dark hair that occasionally falls into his eyes, a strong chiseled face that, at the moment, is rocking the five o’clock shadow. His deep blue eyes are boring into mine as I stay, unmoving, in the doorway. “You planning on making me stay outside all night?”

  “Oh, God. Sorry. Come in.”

  I shuffle backwards and out of the way so he can come in. His scent wraps around me as he walks into my apartment, causing a weakness in my knees. Every bit of him is delicious and makes my panties wet with just one of his looks thrown in my direction.

  I’ve been slowly combusting since I first met him and he turned that smile on me before it became a frown.

  Watching him walk around my apartment adds to my discomfort and my nerves dance on the edge. I feel like my body is ready to fight or flee. He’s large as life and always makes my heart pound hard in my chest.

  “Can I get you a drink or something?” I ask, swallowing the nerves that are plaguing me.

  He turns giving me his full attention.

  “I make you nervous,” he observes.

  “No,” I lie, and then start laughing. “Okay. I guess you do. I don’t know what you want with me. I got the feeling the other morning that you couldn’t wait to get me out of there, but didn’t really want me to leave,” I tell him honestly as I start to relax, not fully, but some.

  His gaze stays hot on me as he prowls towards me like a lion free of its cage for the first time. And I’ve probably just described Lucien perfectly—at least for right now.

  “I don’t know what the hell to do with you,” he whispers when he reaches me, just before his mouth descends on my neck.

  My arms reach for him and my fingers slide into his hair to keep him close.

  “Kiss me, Lucien.”

  He does as I beg. His tongue assaulting my mouth in a way that makes my pussy clench with need. I can’t get enough of this man.

  I whimper when I feel his fingers at my zipper, and then sigh as he pushes my jeans and panties down my legs. I struggle to kick them free but they’re wrapped around my knees and before I can free myself, Lucien’s fingers cup my wet pussy. He’s obviously impatient and can’t wait to touch me because I feel his fingers stroking me, seeking my core before he plunges two fingers inside…massaging my walls.

  My whole body is awash with pleasure. Reaching for his zipper, I yank it down and shove my hand inside. Lucien hisses when my fingers wrap around him. I bring his cock out and rub around the crown, where he’s slick with excitement.

  Needing to be free of my jeans and panties, I wiggle them further down my legs to get them off, but all that does is increase the pres
sure building inside me as Lucien’s fingers match the rhythm of my movement. Driving his fingers deeper inside me as I rock my hips against his hand.

  “Help me. I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  He withdraws his fingers and grabbing my hips, swings me around. My hands fly out, bracing my body as he shoves me face first over the back of the sofa.

  Christ!

  I can’t breathe with the lust coursing through my body. Nobody has ever treated me as though they can’t wait to get inside me. Lucien might keep denying he wants me, might keep denying that we have this connection, but our bodies know what we want.

  And that’s each other.

  Chapter Two

  Lucien

  I’m going to blow my load in my pants if I don’t get inside her soon. I have six years of fuckin’ to get out of my system now that my dick has come back to life.

  I just wish it had taken a liking to someone else, and not someone who I can’t get out of my head. I close my eyes and she’s there. Her delicate face twisting in passion as her hazel shaped eyes fill with desire for me. Her mouth red, plump and kiss bruised from the force of my passion. And her sweet pussy—damn, the thought of that pussy almost makes me come on the spot. I only have to think about going down on her—which is pretty much all the time—to be able to taste her on my tongue.

  I’m losing my fuckin’ mind.

  “Lucien. God. I need you.”

  Fuck!

  “Don’t move.”

  I bend and wince when my dick scrapes against my zipper. Quickly kicking my shoes off, I yank my pants off and toss them over a chair. Bending again, I pull her jeans and panties free from her legs, tossing them behind me. Spreading her thighs open to my gaze, I open her neither lips and dive in with my mouth, feeling on top of the world when she comes straightaway on my tongue.

  My balls pull in tight to my body, I have seconds before I explode.

  Growling, I jump to my feet and stroke Sabrina between her thighs. I can’t get enough of touching her, but I’m going to have to wait until I’ve released to slowly love her with my mouth again.