McKenzie Cousins Box Set One: Books One, Two, Three

by Lexi Buchanan

  The crackling of the fire has me so relaxed I feel my eyes drifting closed…and the last thing I remember before sleep claims me is feeling Tanner’s lips on my forehead, and his whispered, “I love you.”

  Feeling nice and toasty, I come awake lying against Tanner on the sofa. At some point, he’d pulled a fuzzy blanket over us, and left the fire slowly crackling in the hearth. It’s because of this that I can see his features softened with sleep, but then his lips turn up in a loving smile.

  “I know you’re awake,” he whispers, snuggling me closer. “Go back to sleep.”

  Wiggling closer, I feel his erection pressing against my belly, so I purposely rub him. He swells and gasps, grabbing my hips to still me. His breathing is heavy as I break free of his hold and slowly start to kiss down his chest. I shove his T-shirt up, putting my hands on his heated flesh. He inhales sharply before getting into a more comfortable position on his back.

  I crawl between his legs and dip down with my tongue into his navel. My tongue tickles and licks, slipping beneath the edge of his sweat pants.

  “Touch me,” he begs, arching his hips. “Put your mouth on me, Charlotte. I’ve dreamt about your mouth…”

  Making quick work of his sweats, he kicks them off and then I have a front row view of his magnificent equipment. His penis is long, thick, and rigid with the tip dripping precum as I wrap my hand around the root of him. He shudders, arching into my touch. When I lick and swirl my tongue around the crown, he pants, gripping the sofa with fists.

  The bulging head looks painful in its full arousal and just the sight, with the precum constantly appearing, is enough to cause an ache deep inside of me. I glance up and realize he’s watching me, so I slowly slip my tongue from between my lips and lick along the thick throbbing vein to his sac.

  With a teasing grin, I fondle him while keeping the pressure on his cock, and then I massage one of his balls in my mouth. His dick twitches.

  I let it plop free and sample the other before I slowly move back to the wet tip. “You’re enjoying this,” I say, sucking just the head into my mouth.

  His hips leave the sofa as he groans and throws his head back. “I’m seconds from coming,” he mumbles, and adds, “Ride me,” begging.

  “You look so hot like this.” I rise up, dropping my pants and panties as I do, the shirt going over my head.

  He catches his breath when I straddle his hips, wrapping a hand around his dripping dick. “You are so beautiful.” He positions himself at my core and guides me slowly down until he’s buried deeply inside of me.

  I clench around him with need and when his hands cup my breasts, my hips start working him over. There’s nothing gentle in the way our bodies are moving together, or the way our breaths come out quick and choppy, as though we can’t catch a full one.

  “Charlotte,” moaning, Tanner tries to slow me down, but I can’t stop sliding on him. “I’m going to come…Oh God…” he pants, gripping my hips tightly before he reaches for my breasts. He brings me down to his mouth with one hand and uses his other to press me on him as he hammers inside my sleek, quivering pussy.

  My senses on overload, I grip his cock fiercely and start rippling along him just as Tanner presses deeply, spilling his release, triggering deeper contractions inside of me.

  Dropping my face into his shoulder, I struggle for breath, which eventually becomes easier as he strokes my back. His breath tickles my ear and when he lifts me from his semi-hard flesh, goose bumps shiver across my skin.

  He chuckles. “You feel so good.” Rolling us to our sides, our legs tangle together as he holds me tightly against his chest. His chin rests on the top of my head. “It feels amazing being inside you…to feel your tight pussy gripping me…massaging me.”

  Sighing softly, he adds, “I’ve never had this, Charlotte. What I have with you, I’ve never had before. The way you make me feel. The way you look at me as though I’m the only one you see. Cooking a meal for you or with you. It’s all new to me.”

  I tip my face up to his and whisper, “It’s all new to me, too, Tanner. Everything you’ve just described. I feel whole when I’m with you.” Snuggling back into his arms, I mumble, “I feel as though I can breathe now that I’m with you.” I rub my cheek against his chest. “It was horrible before.”

  “I hope you know I have no plans on letting you go. Hope you don’t mind being stuck with me.” He tugs the blanket over us.

  “I want to live here with you. I’m sure I can work something out that allows me to work from here.”

  “You mean that?” he asks quietly, hope swelling in his eyes.

  I look up and hold his gaze. “Yes, I mean that. I’ll miss my family, but I can visit, and they can visit us. It will all work out.”

  He smiles softly, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “I’m glad that’s sorted.” Kissing the tip of my nose, he adds, “Let’s sleep and see what tomorrow brings.”

  78

  Tanner

  Waking in the middle of what was sure to end as a wet dream or me jerking my dick, ended up not being a dream at all. Charlotte straddles my thighs while her mouth and tongue suckle and lick me like a Popsicle.

  My hands gather her long hair up and the sight of her mouth spread over my thick, hard flesh catches me off guard and I suddenly come. No warning. Nothing. Just full-blown orgasm, as stream after stream of sperm shoots out of my cock. Charlotte sucks every last drop before she crawls up my torso with a huge, satisfied grin splitting her face.

  “Good morning,” she whispers against my lips. “I woke with you hard and twitching so I couldn’t resist helping you along. I mean it had to be uncomfortable.”

  I throw my head back and roar with laughter. “I thought I was dreaming.” Kissing her lips, I pull away and glance out of the window.

  “We’ve had more snow, and the fire still has life.”

  “Yeah, I piled it good in the hearth. I’ll get it to full flame again soon.” I frown. “I hope my dad gets back here okay.”

  “When is he due back?”

  “Later today.” I sit up with her in my arms, straddling my lap. “Hold the blanket around us, so we don’t get chilled.”

  Grabbing the ends, Charlotte holds them tightly and I stride toward our bedroom and the steaming shower that awaits us.

  I step straight inside once she drops the blanket to the floor, and the warm water is soon spraying down over us.

  Charlotte slides her fingers into the short hair at the nape of my neck while she throws her head back, letting the water soak her hair.

  I’m also betting that her hair isn’t the only thing wet, as I prod at her entrance with the head of my cock.

  Her eyes widen in surprise. “Already?”

  Chuckling, I inform her, “I’ve just had your pussy rubbing against my stomach as I carried you, what do you expect?” I grip her bottom with my hands and enter her in one hard thrust, praying my legs keep me standing.

  “I’m making sure you’re fully awake,” I murmur into her ear, moments before I pin her to the wall with my hips, and raise her arms above her head, my hands on her wrists. “You’re mine.”

  My mouth covers hers while water lashes over us, and my hips hammer, driving us both to the edge so quickly that I can’t breathe. I trail kisses down her neck and biting down on her earlobe, she hisses, “Tanner,” while her soft flesh quivers around my cock.

  My breathing becomes harsher, my hips faster, and then I find my release just as Charlotte’s reaches her peak. I pant hard, resting my forehead against the shower wall as tremors work through me, causing me to shudder in reaction.

  “You still alive?”

  “Just about.” Pushing away from the wall, I pull out and steady Charlotte as her feet touch the tile of the shower floor. “Let me wash you.”

  She gives a dirty laugh that my body really shouldn’t take notice of, but does.

  “You put your hands on me, you know we won’t be getting out of this shower anytime soon, right?” She
raises a brow.

  “The snow is thick on the ground.” Smiling wickedly, I close in. “There’s nothing else to do.” I drop to my knees and looking up, hold her gaze, “Now spread your legs and let me taste you.”

  An hour later, feeling as happily sated as Charlotte appears, I look out through the front window and sigh at the amount of snow we’ve had dumped on us overnight.

  Last night I’d settled down with the sleeping woman in my arms without checking the forecast. It changes so quickly that I always check it before switching off for the night.

  It’s going to take a while to get to the main road, but it’s something that I need to do. No way do I want my father stranded in town over Christmas.

  “It’s bad, huh?” Charlotte asks, handing me a steaming cup of freshly made coffee, the smell of the ground coffee familiar.

  “It will take a while, but I’ve cleared worse.” I wrap my arm around her waist, bringing her against me. “It’s part of a Montana winter…Are you sure you want this?”

  I sense her still at my words as she tips her face to mine. I try avoiding her gaze, except she’s persistent.

  “Yes, I want the snow storms. Yes, I want the cold and wet. I want every damn thing because this is where you are. I’d move to the north pole if it meant I got to live with you.”

  My chest flutters with relief, surprising me because I hadn’t realized how worried I was that she’d change her mind. Winters here can be brutal, more so than Lexington, but there are a lot of things we can do to keep each other warm.

  “Stop worrying.” She slips an arm around my waist, her head on my chest as we look outside. “I’m happier here with you than I was in Lexington. Not just because I was missing you but even before. I’m not a city person, and now that I’ve found love with you, I really am happy being here, truly. Please don’t ever doubt that.” She chuckles against me. “Our children will love growing up here. Think of all the things you can teach them on this land.”

  I take a minute to compose myself before I lead Charlotte over to the sofa. I push her down gently and perch my ass on the coffee table in front of her. Her hands grasp mine while she frowns.

  “We,” I cough, “haven’t discussed children, and the fact that we haven’t used any protection.” I wince. “We should have had this conversation before now.”

  Charlotte bites her lower lip. “I urged you not to use protection. I just wanted to feel you without any barriers.”

  Feeling the start of the familiar ache in my groin, I shift slightly and see the knowing light shining in Charlotte’s gaze.

  She grins and quickly straddles me. “I know that I’m where I’m supposed to be, which is with you. I didn’t give a great deal of thought to the fact that I could get pregnant and that was irresponsible of me. I just don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you: hard and pulsing, between my thighs. I want to feel your hot release as you come because I find it hot and highly arousing.”

  “Stop,” I groan. “If you carry on, I’m going to be inside you right here.”

  She tilts her head to the side and strokes my erection through the sweats I’m wearing. “I think,” she whispers, pushing the band of the sweats down so my hard flesh springs free, “that we need to do lots of practice for those children we want… You do want children, right?”

  “God, yes. Lots of kids,” I mumble while her small hand wraps around my shaft, her thumb rubbing the precum into the crown.

  “Good.” She stands with her legs stretched over my lap and moving her panties to the side, slowly takes me inside her warm, wet body. “I want lots of kids.” She bites her lip, throwing her head back when she grinds down on me. “You feel so good.”

  I slip my hands up inside her shirt to cup the beautiful mounds of her breasts. They’re heavy and when I brush my thumbs over the tight buds of her nipples, she arches, her eyes fluttering closed. She reaches behind her, grabbing onto my knees for support and slowly rides me.

  It takes a lot to stay still while my flesh keeps disappearing inside of her. When she pulls off to the tip, I glisten with her arousal and the sight alone is enough to have me primed to come. Tingles of pleasure rush along the long hard length and when she drops all her weight, rocking uncontrollably, I let go.

  Our release claims us and with the way her muscles are milking me, I’m not sure I’m going to be stopping any time soon…but of course I do.

  Charlotte pants as she leans forward, dropping her face into my shoulder. Her breath tickles my neck, which sends a reaction to my dick causing it to twitch. She giggles. “How can you be getting hard again after that? I can’t move.”

  “I’m always hard for you. I only have to think about you and I’m hard as rock.”

  “I think I need a nap.”

  Chuckling, I lift her off of me, and place her on the sofa. I groan at the sight of her beautiful pussy, wet with my release as I reach to tug her panties back in place. My hand trembles because I can’t resist and run a finger between her swollen lips.

  “Oh!” she gasps.

  I meet her eyes and smirk. “We’ll continue this later.”

  With reluctance, I pull my hand away and tug my sweats into place. “We need to clean up.”

  “No way. I want to feel you inside me all day.” Charlotte moves from the sofa, collects our coffee cups and heads toward the kitchen. From over her shoulder she shouts, “I’ll make us fresh coffee and something to eat.”

  I move slowly toward her and trapping her with my body, I slide my hands around her midriff. “For the record, if I have already gotten you pregnant, I’ll be so damn happy, and won’t mind celebrating in the naked kinda way. If I haven’t yet, then we’ll practice until you are pregnant, and then we’ll continue to celebrate.” I kiss the curve of her neck and head toward the bedroom.

  I’m so in love with that woman I can’t wait to make her my wife. I have every intention of asking her to marry me on Christmas, and it’s killing me, making all these plans with her but not mentioning marriage.

  I’m not even afraid she’ll refuse because I know, with every breath in my body, she won’t. I just want to make our first Christmas together extra special, so I’ll wait. Even if it kills me.

  79

  Charlotte

  Christmas eve, and Tanner along with his father have gone for last minute supplies into town. I opted to stay here and bake, and I already have Snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies cooling. I’ve just pulled the last tray of gingerbread from the oven and now the house has an amazing smell from the baking. Luckily I didn’t burn anything, which was good luck on my part. I have a habit of burning more cookies than I’ve actually made edible. On this occasion though, I have my cousin Sofia to thank for her guidance and tips. I don’t know why I’ve never asked her sooner.

  Anyway, the strong scent of gingerbread is in the air, so I pour myself a fresh coffee, place a warm chocolate chip cookie onto a plate and make myself comfortable in the living room, sitting directly to the side of the window.

  I love looking out with this view of the large barn to the side that is currently lit by the bright sun in the sky. It’s still freezing cold outside, and there is several feet of snow on the ground, but everything looks so quiet.

  The trees are sprinkled with snow, and the holly bush that is directly in front of the window looks really pretty. There’s one particular Snow Bunting bird, sometimes known as a Snowflake that perches on the windowsill outside. It just sits there watching me, and the moment I move, it flies off. The black, grey, and white bird is beautiful, and it’s become a habit of mine to look for it. It hasn’t appeared today as of yet; or I missed it while I was baking.

  I bite into my cookie, closing my eyes in delight to savor the flavor bursting on my tongue. The main one being melted chocolate. It’s gone in seconds and while I’m washing it down with sips of coffee, I debate moving to get another, but decide against it. For now, anyway.

  After last night, I can’t help wondering if I’m
already pregnant. My hand automatically goes to my stomach as I imagine being swollen with Tanner’s child. A smile curves my lips as my imagination runs away, thinking about how sexy Tanner will look with our child cradled in his arms.

  The feelings he brings out in me remind me of the emotions my sister, Sirena, had once tried to explain to me when she fell in love with Garret so quickly…and while I’m thinking about family, my parents come to mind.

  They know I’m safe and where I want to be, but I’ve yet to talk to them. I’m not even sure why I’m so hesitant. My parents are amazing and I’ve always been able to talk to them about anything. I’m wondering whether it’s because here with Tanner, I’m so happy and we’re in a world of our own really. But talking to my family back home makes the decision I’ve made to move here even more difficult, and I really don’t want to announce that over the phone on Christmas.

  It’s something I’ll tell them when I’m home before the New Year. Hopefully my mom won’t push for answers, when I call her tomorrow. She always knows when we’re holding something back from her. She does it with Dad, although he’s had more experience at hiding things than we have.

  Finishing my cup of coffee, I notice the small bird has appeared but it doesn’t stay today, and that’s because it’s disturbed by Tanner’s truck coming to a sudden stop out front. It skidded some with how quickly he must have hit the brakes.

  I frown as I get up from the chair and head toward the front door. As soon as I put my hand on the smooth handle the door opens, slamming so hard, I end up on my ass on the floor completely stunned.

  “Fuck,” Tanner curses and placing the shopping to the floor, reaches out, tugging me back to my feet. “What the hell! Why are you standing behind the door? Shit.” He tugs me into his arms and I feel whatever anger he came in with, slowly drain out of him. His face is buried in my neck and then I feel his lips there. “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”