McKenzie Cousins Box Set Four: Books Ten, Eleven, Twelve

by Lexi Buchanan

  “I think I should have left your bags downstairs.” I grin, sitting at her hip. “I like you having nothing to wear, but this robe.” I unfasten the knot over her belly and pull the robe open. My breath catches as my eyes run over her nude body. I raise a brow, holding her gaze. “No panties?”

  She shakes her head, her eyes narrowing with arousal. “You got them wet last night.”

  “Fuck!” My breathing becomes heavy as I lean over her sexy body and lightly lick and nibble a breast. I cup the other and hold it to my mouth as I lather it good and proper. Poppy runs a hand back and forth on my thigh before she lays her palm over my thick erection and rubs. She removes her touch, and then I nearly come when she grabs my balls, massaging them with her fingers.

  “Get naked, Jaxon.” The huskiness in her voice does things to my body that I can’t explain. It’s like a bolt of lightning zapping me in the dick that has me so fucking hard, my eyes cross. “Jaxon?” She moans, rubbing her thighs together.

  I snap my eyes closed and jump up. My shoes and clothes get tossed over the floor, but I don’t give a shit. Poppy struggles to remove the robe, so I lean in and help her sit while I take the robe down her back and arms. I’m nearly brought to my knees when her wet mouth sucks on the head of my cock.

  She giggles, and then in all seriousness, asks, “Will you let me touch you?”

  All I can offer is a gargled response as she moves from the sofa and stands before me. I catch my breath because she’s so fucking gorgeous. The heat on her face, her swollen breasts with aroused nipples rising proud, and most of all, her baby bump, make her look like a siren…and she’s all mine.

  I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, enjoying having her watching me. Poppy licks her lips and reaching forward, knocks my hand away. “Only I touch you,” she murmurs, her small hand cool on my flesh. She moves in close until her nipples press against my chest, and she lifts her face up to mine. It takes everything in me not to crush my mouth on hers. Her hand jerks me off slowly—twisting, pushing, and pulling. My legs tremble, and my balls twitch with the need building in them to come. I reach around Poppy and massage her bottom while I shove my tongue deep into her mouth.

  The heat running through me wins, and our kiss goes from soft to blazing in seconds. I grip her bottom as Poppy wraps her free arm around my waist, her fingernails digging into my ass. Growling, I try to catch a breath, so I don’t come, but it does no good. The moment she presses my tip against her belly, jerking me hard with her hand, I hiss and jerk my release over her stomach. She doesn’t stop pumping my dick, and more pours out of me. Moving her slightly away, I grunt as she tugs hard, causing me to release one more stream of semen that hits a breast.

  Breathing heavily, I take her hand off me and wipe it clean with her robe before tossing it out of the way. I reach for her and rub my come into her breast, making sure her nipple gets lots of attention. “Are you wet for me?” I whisper, bending, and sucking her neglected nipple into my mouth.

  “God, yes!” She grabs at my head and holds me to her sexy body.

  Picking her up in my arms, I glance around and place her on the kitchen counter. I spread her legs and kneel between, tugging her closer to my hungry mouth. “I love tasting you.” I wiggle my tongue between the wet lips of her pussy and watch a shiver run through her, tightening her breasts to bullets.

  “Hold on.”

  Her eyes close as I press my tongue against her clit. She leans back with her arms holding her up, her back arched. My come still marks her belly and drives me crazy, hardening my dick. However, I’m rock hard and leaking arousal when I bury my face between her legs. She’s warm, wet and, swollen. Her legs tremble, and she lifts when I fuck her with my tongue. I grab her ass and rock her on my face, my nose rubbing in her most sensitive places while I wiggle my tongue in her wet channel.

  “Jaxon! Oh—”

  Gasping and panting and with my name of her lips, she shudders, her pussy convulsing on my mouth. I softly stroke her through the orgasm that rips through her until she's sated. My heart thumps hard against my breastbone, and with her pretty pink pussy in my face, I rare up and shove my cock inside. Poppy sucks in a breath, her legs wrapping around my waist. She locks her ankles on my ass and presses me close while she tightens her inner muscles—that’s all it takes. I hold myself inside and come. My vision blurs as the rush of pleasure takes over my body. I feel Poppy’s hand caressing my torso and her fingers rubbing my nipples. Her touch is gentle and arousing, that’s all I can concentrate on when I’m with her.

  Pushing herself up, she wraps her arms around my neck and places kisses all over my face until she settles with her head on my shoulder. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” she says softly.

  Hearing her confession gives me the confidence to go ahead and talk to her—like, really, talk to her. No beating around the bush. However, it’s not something I want to do while we’re naked, and I’m buried between her legs.

  Slowly moving my hips away, I cringe at the wetness that follows my dick out of her. She looks too, and a blush creeps onto her face. I grin as I tug her into my arms. “That’s hot, babe.” I slap a kiss on her lips and carry her into the bathroom. “Shower, and then we talk.” I kiss her again.

  28

  Poppy

  Wrapped in a clean robe on the sofa, I watch Jaxon as he moves toward me in old sweats and t-shirt. My heart always thumps heavily when I’m close to this man. I’m not even nervous after he said we have to talk. He’s showed me enough times since the other night how much he wants the baby and me. His eyes become glossy when he holds my belly and talks to our child. There is love in him for our baby.

  “Don’t think too hard.” He sits opposite in the armchair, which does confuse me. “I want to see you while we talk.” He sounds more confident than I think he is, especially as he clears his throat. “What do you want, Poppy?”

  I’m surprised by his question and wonder if my first thoughts were accurate. “Have you changed your mind?”

  He shakes his head. “I want you in my life for the rest of mine, Poppy. You and our child, or however, many children you want. I want a house with a garden for the kids to play in. I want a couple of dogs.” He sits forward and reaches for my hands. “I know this is too soon, but I eventually want you to marry me. Not because you feel like you have to or you have no other choice, but because you love me.”

  Tears come into my eyes and run down my face at his beautiful words. He nervously waits for me to say something. However, I can't find my voice. Instead, I sit forward and throw myself into his arms, climbing into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper into his ear, “I love you, Jaxon. I fell in love with you in Boston.”

  He releases a long sigh and tightens his arms around me. “Thank God.”

  I enjoy being held in his strong arms and feel settled more than I have in a long time. I’m not sure how long we stay locked together in such a warm and affectionate embrace, but I slowly move my face from where it’s buried in his neck so he can see how sincere I am. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have strong feelings for you. I want everything you said, but maybe a cat or two as well as a couple of dogs.” I smile and kiss his waiting mouth. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like us to be married before the baby is born.”

  A low rumble works its way through Jaxon until he cups my head and covers my mouth with his. Our tongues twist together, and his teeth nibble on my bottom lip. “We’ll talk to my parents. Have a wedding there.” He looks bashful. “I mean, that’s if you want it there. Do you?”

  “I’d love it.” I wince. “I’m going to ask David to come for dinner. I want him to get to know you. I also want him to give me away. He’s a pain at times, but he’s my brother, and I love him. I don’t want to leave any discord between us.”

  “I understand, and I’ll do everything I can to prove to your brother how much I love you.” He kisses my trembling lips.

  “You love me?” I ask.

  He bli
nks. “Of course, I love you. I said that.”

  I shake my head. “No, you didn’t. Wanting me in your life forever isn’t telling me you love me. The words mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”

  He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, Poppy Green, and I can’t wait to be able to call you Poppy McKenzie, my wife.”

  “I love you too.” I hug him close and smirk. “Was my luggage delayed because of the receptionist?”

  He laughs. “You’re asking that in the middle of our serious talk?”

  I wiggle on his lap, enjoying his reaction. “We’ve already admitted we love each other. Nothing more to talk about right now. So, answer my question.”

  “Yes.” He sighs. “Sian had decided to keep them behind the desk for now. I’ve told my cousin, Alexander, to either get rid of her or redeploy her. He hired the witch, so he can sort her out.”

  “She isn’t nice.”

  “No, she isn’t.” Jaxon’s hand start searching under the robe.

  “Are you sure it’s okay for you to take the day off?”

  “Michael would kick my ass if I didn’t.”

  “Michael?” I question. “Wait! Let me guess? Another cousin?”

  “McKenzies is run by my cousins, Michael, Charlotte, and Alexander, and some of my other cousins tend to work for them, myself included. My uncles all have a stake in the company they built. It’s a hundred percent family business. I love it, and so do the clients.”

  “Hmm, you have a large family that I’ll have to meet.”

  Chuckling, Jaxon pinches my ass. “You’ll love them.” He nuzzles between my breasts. “Now, let’s forget about our family and concentrate on each other.”

  “I totally agree.” I hold his head to me, and whisper, “I love you, Jaxon.”

  He mumbles against my breast, “I love you too, my sexy baby mama.”

  THE END

  Of The Pregnant Professor

  29

  Ryan

  Prologue

  Surrounded with merriment this New Year’s Eve, I cast my eyes once more to the girl my cousin, Alexander, brought with him. Alex doesn’t appear to be into the poor girl, especially as I haven’t seen him in a while. As it is, she tries to blend into the wall, which is not going to happen. She’s young and fresh-faced, which tells me the girl is innocent—too innocent for me. It doesn’t stop me from casting glances in her direction as I listen to my sister, Sofia, babble on about a new cake creation she’s come up with.

  It’s not that I don’t care about what she does because I do, it’s just that she talks about different flours, sugars, icing, and I get lost within the first sentence. I’m more about alcohol and spreadsheets—not that anyone knows this about me. The drink they know plenty about as it’s what we serve at Kenza, the club my parents own, the one I manage. What my siblings and cousins forget is the volume of figures I have to go through daily. Luckily, I’m good with numbers, and it didn’t take me long to have a program up and running to log everything, including staff wages.

  I’m a people person, so managing and working at Kenza is fun, not to mention the perks of the pretty ladies that come through Kenza’s door. It’s because of this reason that I think the girl is too innocent for me to sweet talk.

  “Ugh,” Sofia stamps her foot, snapping my attention to her. She continues, “You did not hear a word I just said.”

  “I did.”

  “Repeat what I said then?” She stands with her hands on her hips and an angry scowl on her face.

  “It’s a minute to midnight,” Aunt Lily shouts, dancing past us.

  I grin at Sofia, who rolls her eyes and waltz’s off while my eyes stray back to the beauty who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but in this room.

  The countdown starts, vibrating through my body. The girl slowly starts to move toward Alexander, who looks more panicked than excited. My brain switches down, and before I know what I’m doing, I lightly wrap my fingers around her delicate wrist and tug her from the room. She follows without digging in her heels.

  Out of sight, I press her into the alcove in the hallway. Her eyes widen, and she nervously chews on her bottom lip before running her tongue over the chewed spot. My eyes heat, and I force myself to meet her gaze. “Tell me your name?” I whisper as the countdown continues.

  Four…three…two…

  “Gretchen.”

  One.

  I press my mouth to hers, which opens with a gasp of surprise. Her innocence hits me full force at the way she tentatively reaches out to my tongue with hers. I give her time to get used to our tongues gently sliding together before I angle my mouth over hers and show her what a real kiss feels like. My hands flex, wanting to touch so much more of her. My brain starts working again, and I know I have to stop this…then, she wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers digging into my nape. Her moan goes straight to my dick while my hands go straight to her ass. The moment I start thrusting against her and consider where I can take her to ease the ache I have in my groin, I come to a sudden stop.

  I can’t fucking do this to her!

  Pulling my mouth free—which is not easy considering how much I want her—I reach for her shoulders and hold her away from my body. “We can’t do this,” I hiss, breathing heavily. “You’re a nice girl. I’m not a nice guy.”

  Tears hover in her emerald green eyes, and I feel like a bastard. Instead of walking away without another thought, I cup her face and press my lips to her forehead and whisper, “You’ve no idea what I’d like to do to you.” The kiss lingers, and then, I do move away—not just to another room, but out of the house.

  Large fat snowflakes fall from the sky as I stand and look up. Closing my eyes, I inhale and exhale slowly, begging for my body to cool from the fire—lovely and innocent—Gretchen has ignited.

  The girls I meet in Kenza are not the nice girl next door kind. There is no innocence about them. Is that why Gretchen called to me—because I felt her sweet innocence from across the room?

  30

  Ryan

  Present Day

  It’s been nearly four years since I kissed Gretchen at my aunt and uncle’s New Year’s Eve party. Four years of looking for her in all the other women I’ve been with since that night. And now she is in my club. Everyone else disappears because all I see is her.

  Silky red hair shines under the lights and her cheeks become rosy pink with my eyes on her. She knows who I am, and I’m betting she knew that before she even came here this evening.

  She still looks sweet and innocent, but since the time I last saw her, that can’t be true. No way has she not felt the touch of a man. Anger swiftly clouds my vision at the thought of someone else touching her, which is ridiculous.

  I shake my head to clear it and finally move my gaze from Gretchen when I hear someone laugh close to me—my brother, Jaxon, and he’s here with his pregnant girlfriend, Poppy. A slight heat creeps onto my face as I cough to clear my throat from the lust stuck in there.

  With only a slight hesitation, I move closer. “Two nights in a row,” I comment. “What have I done to deserve this?” I drawl, casting a sidelong glance toward Gretchen, catching her eyes on me before she quickly averts her gaze.

  “Who’s the girl?” Jaxon asks.

  “What girl?” I ask, but only after casting another glance toward her.

  I’m an idiot.

  My brother’s eyes roll, and he laughs. “I’ve seen her before.” He taps a beer mat while thinking, and then he announces, “She was Alexander’s date for New Year at Aunt Lily’s and Uncle Michael’s before he got together with Rachel. I can’t remember her name.”

  “Gretchen,” I say immediately. “Leave it.”

  Poppy smiles softly and asks, “How long have you been managing Kenza?”

  Relieved to have the subject changed, I reply, “Around five years.” I shrug and place bottles of water in front of them. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Disappearing around to the back of
the bar where it’s dark and quiet, I lean against the boxes of wine I have stacked up. They’re against a wall, so not going to tip from my weight. I need a minute to catch my breath after seeing Gretchen. She’s beautiful and hasn’t changed from the last time I saw her. My heart beats hard in my chest knowing she’s so close. However, I force myself to remember why I walked away before, although the reason doesn’t mean I don’t want to go and claim the girl.

  I need my head screwed on right.

  Nothing has changed.

  I’m still Ryan, the carefree womanizer.

  I can’t even deny that about myself. My womanizing increased after Gretchen, and it eats away at me. I’m more stained than I was before. I joke and fool around with my family and friends. I flirt with the females who spend time in Kenza and do a lot more with some. None of them have ever appealed to me on a more permanent level. Until recently, it had never bothered me. Being the only McKenzie without a significant other to take to family events has started getting to me—not that I’ll ever admit that to anyone.

  Gretchen, though, I see so much more, and I shouldn’t. She’s too sweet to want to be with someone like me.

  I run my hands through my hair, cursing, “Fuck!”

  “Hey, boss? You back here?” Rob pauses when he sees me.

  Clearing my throat, I ask, “Everything okay?”

  “I need to take a leak.”

  I chuckle. “Go.”

  Moving out from my hiding spot, I cast another glance over to where Gretchen was, and she’s gone. My eyes search, but I don’t see the girl.

  For the best!

  Not having far to look for my brother, I grimace at him and his girlfriend getting it on. “Can you two”—I lean close—“please not have sex on my bar?”