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  Love in Montana

  De La Fuente Family #1

  Lexi Buchanan

  Love in Montana Copyright © 2015 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 Designer: Robin Harper, Wicked by Design

  Editor: Sirena Van Schaik

  Editor: Nadine Winningham

  BETA Readers: Emma Clifton, Sonia Covert, Lynne Garlick

  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: 978-0-9933238-2-9

  Other books by Lexi Buchanan

  Bad Boy Rockers

  Sizzle

  Spicy

  Sultry

  Savor

  Sinful

  McKenzie Brothers

  Seduce

  The Wedding (Novella)

  Rapture

  Delight

  Entice

  Cherished

  A McKenzie Christmas (Novella ~ Dec 2015)

  De La Fuente Family (McKenzie Spinoff)

  Love in Montana

  Love in Purgatory (early 2016)

  Jackson Hole

  From This Moment

  When we Meet

  New Beginning (coming soon)

  Holiday Season

  Kissing Under the Mistletoe

  A Soldier’s Christmas (Dec 2015)

  Lawful

  Gia 0.5 (Novella)

  The Club

  One Dance (Novella)

  Standalone

  Rose and Jacob

  Educate Me (Novella)

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Prologue ~ Love in Purgatory

  Prologue

  The music blasted through the nightclub as the crush of bodies on the dance floor went wild. They thrashed around in a sensual frenzy, which drew the attention of Sylvia and her friend, Russian-born, Talya. Kenza was definitely the place to be.

  As the music pulsed and slowed, the lights dimmed to almost dark. If it weren’t for the colored spotlights, Sylvia wouldn’t have been able to see her friend, who stood beside her.

  Sylvia sighed as she rubbed her temple. She was tired and, after the long workweek, had wanted to curl up in her pajamas and read. Instead, Talya had persuaded her to go out with her and that was why she was now dressed in a short, skin-tight, dress that barely covered any of her assets.

  Once dressed, Talya had dragged her to the club. She’d love a drink, but the last thing she really wanted was to cloud her judgment with alcohol. She didn’t want a pick-up, or a one-night-stand; she just wanted to dance.

  Sylvia knew the owner, Ruben McKenzie, because she worked for the McKenzie brothers, mainly, Sebastian and Michael. And there was the youngest brother, who had taken her out around town for a while, but she sensed something was going on with him. At one time, she’d imagined things would get serious with Ramon, but they hadn’t. And because of that, she’d started to let their cousin, Eric De La Fuente, get under her skin.

  She didn’t know why. Eric hardly had anything pleasant to say to her, he usually just glared. On the odd occasion that he opened his mouth, snide remarks would pop out. That he disliked her so much when she couldn’t get him out of her head was annoying.

  “You’re doing it again,” Talya shouted into her ear.

  She frowned and wondered what her friend meant. What was she doing again?

  “Thinking too much.” Talya grinned, and grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her onto the dance floor. “Think while dancing.”

  Sylvia could do that.

  The bodies already taking up space on the tightly packed dance floor, writhed together, and the ones closest to Sylvia appeared lost in a sexual haze. Not wanting to be caught staring, she closed her eyes and let the beat pull her under.

  Her arms rose into the air as she started to move like only a professionally trained dancer could. Her body shimmered with an air of mystery and the sensual pull kept her where she was, song after song. The music flowed together and she wasn’t aware of the crush of the crowd or when the song changed, all she was aware of was the beat and the way it pulsed through her veins. She lost herself in the music, lost her sense of time. Strong hands gripped her hips, snapping her back into focus. She froze. Her eyes snapped open and were captured in the angry green ones of Eric.

  Although Eric was related to the owner, Kenza was not a place she’d ever expected him to be. He seemed more like a quiet bar with a beer in his hand kind of guy.

  Unable to hold his gaze, Sylvia tried to step out of his grasp, but he dragged her into his body, and insinuated a leg between hers. Her dress crept up but stayed covering her ass when his large hands clamped down on her bottom.

  She quickly grabbed hold of his shoulders for balance, and to keep herself upright because being so close to him had turned her legs to Jell-O.

  The music had her blood flowing, but being so close to an aroused Eric caused the blood in her veins to overheat—and aroused he was. There was no mistaking the length of his cock, which throbbed against her hip as they rubbed together in a sensual movement…almost as one.

  She’d never danced with anyone the way she was with Eric. His hands kept her riding his thigh, as his fingers brushed the hem of the dress and made her skin crave his touch. Her fingers twitched to reach down and grasp his hard dick. Instead, she slid her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and brought her chest flush with his.

  Her nipples were hard, aching tips, which he’d feel now that she rubbed against him. She’d never been so aroused while dancing before, and Eric had her ready to orgasm.

  With each movement, their groins rubbed together, and it wouldn’t surprise her if Eric could feel how wet she was through his jeans as her pussy rode him. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and something told her that sex with Eric would be like nothing she’d experienced before.

  Wait! What the hell was she thinking—contemplating?

  Moving her chest away from his, she tried to put much needed space between them, but then his gaze captured her eyes. She wasn’t going anywhere. It was a look she’d never seen reflected toward her before, and she wasn’t sure that she had the strength to walk away from him.

  He brought her back against him, and growled into her ear, “I’ve tried keeping my hands off you.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth.

  She gasped in pleasure as her arousal flooded her thong.

  “I’ve been watching you since I s
potted you lost in your own world. I couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like to have you dance on my cock.”

  He shouldn’t talk to her like that. Like he wanted nothing more than to find a dark corner to fuck her. It was clear that he was ready for that. Ugh—the image! She squirmed in lust and tried to close her legs, forgetting that his was between hers, and then she caught the knowing smirk on his handsome face.

  “Let me take care of you.” He rubbed his chest against the twin peaks of her breasts, drawing a hiss from her lips in protest.

  She couldn’t pretend that she didn’t want him since the evidence spoke for itself. She wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t realize tonight with Eric would be a one-time deal.

  The sensuous feel of having a virile male body—hot and hard against her—played with her common sense because she wanted to say yes. She wanted to go some place with Eric and let him fuck her senseless. Something told her that he fucked like he went about his daily business—full speed.

  Her back hit a wall. When Eric’s hands slid up her thighs as he wrapped her legs around his waist, she stopped thinking and went with the flow.

  His large cock felt so good against her wet pussy that she didn’t even mind having her dress around her waist.

  Reaching up, she pulled his head down to hers, and as their mouths joined, a whole lot of fireworks exploded behind her closed eyes. They snapped open in shock, and stared into his passion hazed ones.

  She could feel the warmth of his jeans on her folds as the thin fabric of her thong had been pushed to the side from her grinding. All she wanted was for him to open his jeans and impale her; finish what he started.

  It wouldn’t take much to send her into complete bliss. She just didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted. What she shouldn’t want, but couldn’t get out of her head.

  Groaning, she searched out his tongue with hers and sucked—hard—pulling it into her mouth. He hoisted her further up the wall, and his fingers…searched, and found...and then she came back to her senses.

  She wasn’t into a public sex show, which is how her dance with Eric had turned out. At least she came back to her senses before it was too late, and he was inside her.

  She briefly closed her eyes at the thought of him being buried between her thighs. Because the idea of his huge cock, as it slid back and forth inside her, caused her vaginal walls to clench with hunger.

  Slowly, Eric realized that she was no longer taking part, and, as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes met hers. Before his mask of anger slipped back into place, hurt flickered in the green depths.

  “You’ll never belong to Ramon,” he growled as he lowered her to the floor.

  “I know that.” She saw the hurt he couldn’t hide, and didn’t want him thinking she’d stopped because of Ramon. “We’re in a club.” She laughed. “We’re not even in private. I didn’t stop for any other reason but me remembering where we are.”

  “Bullshit,” he shouted in response. “You stopped because you don’t want word getting back to Ramon that you got down and dirty with me.”

  “That’s—”

  “The truth. I know you’re history with him, and I’m telling you that nothing will ever come of you being with Ramon.”

  “Don’t presume to know what I’m thinking. I wanted you. You big idiot.” She shoved him in the chest with her finger. “If you’d started that outside my apartment then I’d have dragged you inside to finish what you started, so don’t go making excuses up for me. I don’t need one.”

  Well, that argument had slightly cooled her libido down. He really was an idiot. In fact, she was one as well for letting him bewitch her on the dance floor. Her head was always full of him, so she would never say no to having his hands on her.

  Right now, she felt more screwed up than ever. She knew Ramon was out of the picture, at least where a relationship was concerned. But before tonight, she had no idea that Eric wanted her. In fact, she thought he hated her.

  She shook her head to clear it of the emotions that tried to drown her. How the hell would she be able to forget the feel of Eric against her? Or how it felt to have his hands on her ass?

  “Sylvia, Eric,” Ruben greeted, having suddenly appeared to her surprise. Being wrapped around Eric had made her forget that they were in Ruben’s club.

  Thank God it wasn’t a few minutes ago.

  “Ruben. How’s Rosie?” She asked to distract him from the knowing look he passed back and forth between Eric and her.

  Ruben grinned, wide. “She’s amazing. It’s her night off tonight or I’m sure she’d have enjoyed the show.” He smirked, but looked at Eric as he cleared his throat.

  Oh, he saw.

  Her face heated, but she decided to turn it into an opportunity to prove to Eric that she hadn’t stopped because she didn’t want Ramon to know.

  “I’m going, and Ruben, feel free to tell your brothers about what you’ve just seen. This ape,” she glared at Eric, “is under the impression Ramon is the reason why I stopped, but it isn’t.”

  She pushed past Eric, and hissed, “Ass,” over her shoulder.

  He glared in her direction, and she felt his eyes on her all the way to the exit where she met up with Talya.

  “He’s not finished with you,” Talya observed as they left.

  Chapter One ~ 3 Months later

  Sweat stung his eyes and was a constant hindrance to his observation of the target. As quickly as he swiped it from his eyes, the sweat covered his vision again. Eric had years of experience with staying hidden while he watched and waited, but while he was on the field exercise all he wanted was a cold beer to appease his cranky old ass.

  He should have known better than to agree to anything his friend of fifteen years asked. Will had volunteered him numerous times and each time he’d ended up sweating his balls off on some training exercise. At least he could be thankful it was taking place close to his apartment in Lexington, instead of the Amazon…or worse. Two years ago, he had sweated his ass off in the swamps of Louisiana. He’d hated that place and was sure as hell glad when he got home.

  The current exercise was simple—infiltrate the target’s premises when he was home without triggering the alarms that had been set up around the perimeter. The guys who set it up were good, but he was better. He wasn’t a cocky bastard even though he’d been called that a time or two, he just knew his limits and their exercise wasn’t one. He’d specialized in this. Will had explained to the men in question that training was continuous, and spending the week in different situations did not make them an expert by any means.

  Will’s training center catered to corporate types who wanted to concentrate on teamwork, or security companies who wanted to make sure the security staff they hired knew what they were doing. Will had set up a good business, which had gradually built up over the past five years, and even though Eric grouched most of the time, he actually enjoyed himself when he helped out. It kept him on his toes.

  This time, however, he felt disgruntled, out of sorts and he had no idea why. He was only ever out of sorts when something was about to happen. But he was no longer in the Marines, or on a real mission. Still, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. He hated the feeling.

  Hearing the alarm to let everyone out in the field know the exercise was over, Eric jumped up, keen to get his cold beer. He’d forgotten there was a rocky ledge above his head. As he saw stars, his lights went out…

  * * * * *

  “Eric’s head is hard as fucking steel,” Zane commented. “It was only last week that he’d knocked himself out, and although he had a concussion, there wasn’t any trace of a head injury on his thick skull.” Zane grinned.

  Eric sat back and enjoyed his third longneck while Zane and the others talked shit about his thick head.

  He would never live that down. He’d woken in the hospital with Zane’s ugly mug hanging over him. It bothered him that he’d been so distracted in the heat that he’
d forgotten where the fuck he was. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  “Hey,” Zane tapped his bottle of beer against the one in Eric’s hand, “you want to come to Poles with us?”

  Eric shook his head. He should have known how the evening would end. Zane had a fucking hard-on for Bea, one of the dancers, so every time they met up, Poles was the usual destination after a few beers. So far Bea had yet to accept Zane’s invitation to dinner. Eric was amused at his friend’s preoccupation with the tall redhead. He knew that Zane would wear her down eventually. She wanted to accept his friend’s invitation when he’d asked her out but she’d hesitated. She probably knew that Zane had fucked one of the other girls from the club, who’d wanted more from him. More than likely, Bea had been warned to stay clear.

  “So, you game?” Zane asked, getting impatient for an answer. “You know you want to. You could do with getting laid. It might wipe that scowl off your face.”

  “I don’t want a nameless fuck,” Eric admitted.

  “She wouldn’t be nameless if you got a name,” Zane chuckled.

  “That isn’t what I meant and you know it.” Draining the rest of his beer, he got to his feet. “C’mon. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

  “That’s my man.” Zane shot up and wrapped an arm around Eric’s shoulders.

  As they headed out to his truck, all Eric could think about was Sylvia—the woman who heated his blood. It had been months since he’d spotted her on the dance floor in Kenza.

  She’d turned his head from the first moment he’d seen her, and she’d kept it turned in her direction. Until the night in Kenza, he’d tried to keep his distance because he thought she was dating his cousin, Ramon. He never played second fiddle to anyone, let alone a cousin, so he’d been rough with Sylvia to keep her at arms length. Whenever they spoke, he’d use a sharp tone. Thankfully, they hadn’t spoken often because he knew he’d hurt her, but he just couldn’t help himself.

  Since that night at the club, he hadn’t been with anyone. Hell, he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, since he’d first seen her. Sylvia drove him crazy.