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

by Lexi Buchanan

  “I know you’re awake,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps racing down my spine. “Did you hear me?”

  My face is on fire, but I’ve waited a long time to be with this man. My embarrassment has no place in this room with us. “I heard you.” I swallow around the lump in my throat, and ask, “Did it feel good spilling all over your hand?”

  He presses his hips into my ass. “It didn’t feel as good as it will coming inside you.”

  I moan and rock against his long and thick erection.

  Ryan asks, “Did it make you wet, knowing what I was doing?”

  “Find out,” I dare, wanting his hands on me more than anything.

  His arm around me tightens before he lays the palm of his hand on my belly and spreads his fingers wide. He slowly pulls the t-shirt up until he’s touching bare skin. Unable to help myself, I wiggle in his hold. The ache I feel is deep and needy and I can’t catch a breath. My impatience is growing for his touch where I ache.

  Laughing, Ryan uses his other hand and lifts the back of the t-shirt, baring my ass. I want to die of embarrassment, but the moment he presses his pulsing cock between my cheeks, I can’t think.

  “No panties,” Ryan mumbles, his dick jerking against my bottom.

  I reach up for his hand on my belly and slowly pull him lower. He chuckles, which turns into a low growl as his fingers slide over my mound and continue moving until they’re pushing through my arousal.

  I find myself flipped over to my back. He nudges my legs open and kneels between. His eyes glitter, dark and filled with lust. “Get rid of the t-shirt.”

  Tossing it to the floor, Ryan stares at my chest. I have to fight with the urge to cover myself. My breasts shake as I breathe slowly and my legs twitch, wrapping around his waist.

  “Fuck!” Ryan pants. “You are so beautiful that I don’t know what to touch first.”

  A spontaneous laugh bursts out of my mouth, stunning Ryan…and just like that, I’m comfortable being naked and turned on with the man. I smirk. “I know exactly what you want to touch first.” I raise a brow and play with the ring through my nipple.

  Ryan wraps a hand around his shaft and slowly strokes himself as I play, arching upwards.

  “Stop!” Both my wrists are pinned over my head with his large hands as he comes down over me.

  My breasts tingle as the hair on his chest teases them while his dick throbs and leaks against me. Tightening my legs around his hips, I raise my hips and rub my pussy along the hard length of him. Ryan clenches his jaw tightly and closes his eyes. “I’m going to be coming all over you in a minute.”

  “I want you inside me.”

  His eyes snap open and he lets out a long breath. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve waited four years to be naked with you.” I reach between us and brush my fingers over the head of his wet cock. “I’m very wet and I’m aching with a need to have you filling me.”

  His eyes search mine and once he knows I’m serious, he leans over, retrieves a condom from the nightstand. In seconds he’s rolling it down his length.

  The man is beautiful with a body hard and unyielding, tanned with dark hairs sprinkled over his chest. His shaft sprouts from neatly trimmed hair, and his balls hang heavily beneath. As my eyes take him in, his cock twitches hard.

  Ryan slowly settles on top of me and drops his forehead against mine. Holding my gaze, he lifts to one side and slowly runs a hand down over my chest and belly, landing between my legs. It’s reasonably easy considering I’m spread wide open.

  A finger slips between my lips down there and I jerk in surprise when he enters me with a thick digit.

  “So wet,” he whispers and then his lips cover mine.

  His kiss is just as powerful as I remember, and I’m lost in the smell of him. The taste of him. The feel of him. His finger never stops moving as I feel myself swell and something powerful gathers in my belly.

  Groaning, I beg, “Ryan, now, please.”

  Removing his finger, he presses at my entrance with his penis and slowly enters me with the tip. “Oh,” I moan. “Can you feel me around you.”

  “Fuck!” He curses. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It won’t hurt for long. I’m ready for you. You feel good.”

  “God, help me.”

  I chuckle. “He’s not going to help you now.”

  He presses in further, his eyes never leaving my face. “You feel really good,” he pants, his face tight. “Hot. Wet. Tight…Fuck! You’re squeezing the fucking life out of my dick.”

  “I can’t help it. You feel good.”

  His forehead drops to mine. “I’m not all the way in yet.”

  “Ryan, I need you.”

  “Hold on to me.” He slides out to the tip and wraps me up in his arms. His lips find mine and he kisses me. He doesn’t stop. Our mouths are hard and heated, and then I feel him withdraw slightly and shove in; hard and fast. I gasp, breaking from the kiss, and dig my fingers into his back.

  I feel my muscles spasming around his dick, trying to push him out. Ryan clenches his jaw and breathes heavily while I can’t stop squeezing him. I’m not sure what I want him to do, nor am I sure what I should do. However, Ryan dips his head and suckles my pierced nipple into his mouth. Instead of my body calming down, I convulse and ripple around his penis as I come. Rockets go off behind my eyelids as I hold Ryan to me, the pleasure intense and beyond anything I’ve experienced before.

  Hearing Ryan growl, he pulls out as far as I’ll let him, and slamming home, he grinds down, his cock spilling a powerful release into the condom. He grabs my hips, pushing me into the bed while his penis does a slow glide back and forth, causing little aftershocks to run through my body.

  A guttural moan leaves his mouth as he collapses on top of me in an exhausted heap before withdrawing from my body. He rolls to his side, and whispers, “Give me a minute.”

  When I think he’s asleep, Ryan rolls from the bed and walks into the bathroom. I watch him remove and flush the condom before he comes back with a washcloth. He doesn’t say anything, just cleans between my legs and throws the cloth back into the bathroom.

  Climbing into bed, he pulls the covers over us and snuggles me into his arms. “Please don’t leave.”

  “I have nowhere else I’d rather be,” I reply softly, my eyes drooping.

  36

  Ryan

  Holding Gretchen’s hand, I have to force my attention to stay on the road in front of us. The vision of my girl kneeling between my legs with my cock in her mouth is the most erotic thing ever. How the fuck I’d slept through some of that is beyond me. I’d woken as my orgasm was being sucked out of me. I thought the head of my dick was about to blow off with how strongly I finished.

  The beautiful girl has a wicked side to her, and I wanted to see what else she dared do. And there was me thinking she was a shy virgin. The virgin part was accurate, but the shy part is none existent. It would appear whatever the fuck is going on between us, has gotten rid of that. I’m glad. I love the teasing side of her, even if I think it’s going to kill me.

  I desperately wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, I’d arranged to meet Levi out at the restaurant he wants me to be part of. I’ve already decided I want in, but there is fun in watching him become impatient for my answer. Emelia’s is well known, so I know without even checking, that if Levi wants to build a restaurant here, then it will be just as successful.

  “Tell me about your aunt and uncle.”

  “Who?” I’m confused.

  “Levi’s parents?”

  “Oh!” I laugh. “Dante and Emelia are cousins to my dad. It’s just easier calling Levi a cousin.” I glance at her and notice I have her full attention, so I add, “Dante was a priest and Emelia, his stepsister.”

  “What?” She laughs. “That’s crazy.”

  “Yes! Love in purgatory.” I grin. “You’ll have to ask Levi his parents’ story. He’ll tell you.”

&n
bsp; “I can’t get my head around it.” She settles with her head on the seat, but her eyes are all over me. “Does your family have any other crazy stories?”

  “Hmm, you mean like my kissing cousins?”

  She sits up straighter and then laughs. “You’re talking about Alexander and Rachel, right?”

  “I forgot, you know, Alexander.”

  “Not really. My sister is friends with him, that’s how I ended up being there that New Year. I hadn’t wanted to go, but my sister bribed me. I’m glad I ended up where I did.”

  “Me too.” I squeeze her hand. “What did your sister bribe you with?”

  Glancing over to her, I catch a soft smile on her lips. “Handmade macaroons—passionfruit. She makes the best. Whenever I tried, they’d look like burnt blobs. Rina has so much patience when cooking, whereas I want the food ready in minutes.”

  “My sister, Sofia, is a baker. It’s all she’s wanted since she was old enough to walk.” I smile. “Her husband Shane reaps the benefits, although he spends time in their home gym so he can keep on doing so.”

  “I remember Sofia.”

  “I think Levi wants her to have some input into the dessert menu. Maybe come in and make them up on the weekends.” I shrug. “He runs Emelia’s with his sister in Essex over in Vermont. It’s been around more than twenty-five years.”

  “How amazing is that?”

  “I know, right?” Turning the truck along the dust track leading to the old barn and land that Levi has already purchased, I turn the engine off and sit staring at the site. “Until Levi turned up asking me to go in with him, I’d never given thought to a venture outside of Kenza.”

  “Would you be able to manage it with Kenza?”

  “That’s something we’d need to discuss, although I have a feeling Levi is really talking about me being a silent partner.” Jumping down from the truck, I run around and open the door.

  “My lady.” Reaching into the cab, I grasp her hips and haul her into my arms. “Let me show you around and you can give me your thoughts.”

  “Really?” she asks, surprised.

  “I need advice as to the feasibility of going in with my cousin.” I kiss the tip of her nose and taking her hand, tug her toward the barn. “I’m sold on the venture. The idea excites me. Your opinion matters to me. So yes, I want to hear your true thoughts.”

  Perking up and grinning, she says, “Then lead the way,” running off in front of me.

  My eyes stray to her silky legs in a pair of my shorts that hang loosely on her. A safety pin holds them up and knowing she’s naked beneath my clothing is driving me crazy. As she bounces in excitement, her magnificent tits jiggle under the thin white t-shirt she has knotted at the waist. Just the thought of one jiggling tit, in particular, has me hard as a rock. The silver piercing is so fucking hot that I can’t get enough. Who knew I’d be such a goner for a pierced nipple?

  “Your eyes are burning a hole in my chest,” Gretchen whispers, casting her eyes around us before she smirks.

  I narrow my eyes, wondering what the hell she’s up to…seconds later, I bite my tongue at the sight of her hands cupping her breasts. Her fingers and thumbs work the hard buds of her nipples until I notice her thighs rubbing together.

  It’s painful to walk with my cock trapped in my jeans, but the need to have my hands on her drives me forward.

  She reaches for me as I reach for her. “What the fuck have you done to me?” I groan, shoving us through into the barn. “All I want is you naked in my arms.”

  Chuckling, Gretchen runs her hands through my hair. “All you want is to play with my nipple ring.”

  “You know me already.” I shove the t-shirt up and clamp my mouth around the arousing flesh. “Never seen anything as sexy.” Cupping the breast in my hand, I hold it to my mouth while I play with the other.

  She hooks a leg over my hip and starts rubbing her sweet pussy on my dick, driving me nuts. It’s the strong urge to come that finally slows me down. I gentle the suction on her tit while I slip a hand behind her back and caress along her spine. Kissing the tight nipple, I press butterfly kisses over her chest and up along her neck to her waiting lips. “You are so beautiful,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers. “And, as much as I want to fuck you in here, I’m not going to. However, when we’re back at the apartment, I am going to make love to you.”

  “You make my legs weak.” She grins. “Other parts of my body react to you as well.”

  Chuckling, I admit, “You make one particular part of my body ache.”

  “Tell me more,” the minx teases.

  I pinch her bottom and quickly move out of reach. “I’ll show you a lot more when we get back to Kenza.”

  Her smile suddenly slips as she meets my gaze.

  “What just happened?” I ask.

  She swallows hard. “What are we doing, Ryan?”

  My legs eat up the distance between us and reaching out, I draw her closer and gently cup her face. I take a moment to think because her question surprised me. What are we doing? What do I want to happen between us is what she really wants to know? Searching her gaze, I smile and leaning forward, press a soft kiss to her lips. “We are doing what we’ve both wanted for years—each other.” I laugh realizing how my words sound as Gretchen’s eyes fill with amusement.

  “Well, we’re certainly doing each other,” she mumbles.

  Coughing to hide a laugh, I say, “Honestly Gretchen, I’m taking this thing—whatever it is—between us, one day at a time. One thing I do know is that I want you to be my girlfriend.” I grin like a loon. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before, but I want that with you more than anything. Just you, Gretchen.”

  Tears appear on her lids, which she blinks away. “Good.” Throwing herself into my arms, I hold her tight and then hear her giggle. “Now that’s sorted,” she backs away. “Tell me what plans there are for this barn.”

  37

  Gretchen

  I could listen to Ryan talking all day. His voice is strong and deep and such a turn on. He is well aware that I’m hanging on to every word he speaks. The cocky smirk on his lips tells me he knows exactly what his voice is doing to me, and he’s enjoying it. His phone chooses this moment to ring and with a glance at the screen, he says, “I need to take this.” He blows me a kiss and heads outside.

  He brought to life for me how the barn will look once it’s been converted into a restaurant. I imagine the entrance side of the barn all in dark glass, fairy lights sparkling in the night to lead guests inside where they’ll receive a warm welcome. Tables in dark wood with burgundy and white tablecloths. A small vase with fresh flowers on the center of the table. Soft music playing throughout the evening, a small dance floor to one side.

  Swaying to imaginary music, I smile and let out a contented sigh when Ryan pulls me into his arms and carries me along to the music in my head. I smile in delight.

  “My brother, Jaxon, is getting married this weekend. Will you be my date?”

  Butterflies flutter in my belly. “Really? You want me to be your date at a family wedding?”

  “Yes.” He kisses my forehead. “I want you with me.”

  “Then, yes, I’ll be your date.” Grinning, I add, “It gives me an excuse to go shopping.”

  “I’ll come with you.”

  Raising a brow, I laugh. “You like to shop.”

  He winces. “No. I hate it. But if you’re going to be trying on clothes, then I’m sure the store assistant won’t mind if I help you. It’ll be fun.”

  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  He burst out laughing. “Hey, I’ve never done it in a store before.”

  And just like that, I want him again. I rub my thighs together and enjoy him watching me. “I can still feel you inside of me from last night. You’re really big.”

  He cups himself and groans. “I’m more than willing to spend the day playing with you,” he raises a brow and licks his lips as his eyes linger on my ches
t.

  I back away and tease, “I never thought my piercing would turn you on so much.”

  “It’s attached to you and your perfect set of tits, so how else do you think I’m going to react?”

  Heat blooms on my cheeks as the wicked man stalks me like his prey. I guess that’s what he’s been to me these past few days of wanting him to make a move toward me in Kenza—prey.

  “Have I told you how delicious you look in my clothes?”

  “A few times.”

  He reaches out and grabs my wrist, hauling me in close to his warm body. I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds me close. “You are so unexpected,” he breathes the words against my lips. “But I want to keep you.”

  I’m sure my smile lights up my whole face. “I don’t mind you keeping me.”

  “Good. I want to show you the view from the back, and then we’ll swing by your hotel and get you packed up.” He caresses along my jaw with the tips of his fingers before rubbing them over my lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone to call my own, until I saw you.”

  Sliding my fingers into his short hair, I massage his scalp as I pull myself closer to capture his lips. The kiss is supposed to be short and sweet. It ends up hot and erotic. He kisses me until I get dizzy with the need for air, and even then, I have time for a quick inhale, and then he’s on me again. My breasts swell and tingle, there is an ache inside of me, throbbing for more. His erection presses against my belly, every solid inch of him. He doesn’t let me up for air until the sound of a car door slamming penetrates the fog.

  “We have company,” he pants, his hands trembling as he puts me away from him. “Give me a minute.” He lets out a shuddering breath and makes sure his t-shirt covers his groin.

  I smirk. “You’re good to go.”

  “I may be, but your nipples are beacons.” He chuckles as I glance down.