Entice (McKenzie Brothers, #4) by Lexi Buchanan
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.