McKenzie Cousins Box Set 3

by Lexi Buchanan

  I glance at my watch. “We need to be at the airport in an hour.”

  “Hmm mmm, and what is the forecast?”

  “Lots of snow.” I rub my nose against hers, playful. “Is it okay to confess that I’m hoping we get snowed in.”

  Olivia’s smile lights her whole face. “Is that so. In which case, I hope you’ve reserved a room with a large bed.” Her lips capture my own, albeit briefly, before she’s jumping out of my arms. “I need to pack.”

  “We need to swing by my hotel to grab my things and I’ll check out,” I offer, following her into the bedroom, my mouth hanging open when I find her bending over the bed, her pantie clad ass right in my face.

  I choke out a groan and find her amusement in her eyes when she turns her head. I notice how she keeps her bottom in my line of sight, and the slight wiggle she does only entices.

  "I thought we had to be at the airport soon?" She questions raising a brow, her hands slowly sliding into her panties.

  My thoughts scatter as I watch her panties slowly slide down her thighs and then she's bare to my gaze. Moving forward my hands reach out and caress each rounded cheek while Olivia falls forward. She moans when my fingers dip between her legs and she drops her face into the quilt. Her fists clench the material under her when I spread her wide open before dropping to my knees.

  "I hope you're quick at packing," I mumble and lick slowly along her lips, which are wet and swollen with arousal.

  Olivia doesn't speak, only groans and moans while I tongue her hard and raw. That isn't enough for me, so quickly shoving my pants open with one hand, I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke slow. The broad head weeps in arousal and excitement as I align with the pink opening to heaven.

  Unable to wait a moment longer, I thrust hard inside of her and allow my body to be overcome with lust at the feel of Olivia wrapped around me. Her body sucks and squeezes my cock to the point that I'm about to come. The moment Olivia pulsates hard, pushing her ass against me, I let go. My release explodes through my body and all Olivia can do is hold on as my hips pummel her into the bed.

  She pants beneath me as I collapse over her, but I don't have the strength to move. My cock is cocooned in the heat of her body and I have no wish to leave, however, I don't have a choice if we are going to make our flight to Boston.

  Groaning, I roll to my side, hissing when I slide free of her body. My cock is semi-hard, and glistening as I lie back on the bed, raising myself on my elbows so I can see the state I'm in; pants around my thighs, hard cock pulsing.

  "I need to move." Olivia moans and crawls up the bed, her eyes holding mine before they move down my body.

  My body has it's own mind and jerks hard with Olivia's gaze on it.

  "You need to hold that thought." She presses a quick kiss to my lips before moving from the bed to the bathroom. "I'm going to quickly shower and pack. I'll be ready in ten minutes."

  Rolling my eyes, I laugh.

  No way will she be ready in ten minutes.

  I'm proved wrong. Olivia McKenzie was ready with twenty-six seconds remaining on the clock. She'd showered, dressed, and packed. Quicker than me. We’d just made our flight to Boston Logan where we collected the hire car; a nice big SUV with every damn thing I could think of added, including proper tires for the weather we're currently heading towards.

  The clouds are dark and so thick with snow that I'm a bit worried we might not make it to Stowe. With the glances Olivia keeps giving me I think she's having the same thoughts, even though neither of us have voiced our concerns.

  Glancing over at Olivia, she's chewing on her bottom lip, so I take one hand from the steering wheel and hold Olivia's much smaller one. "We'll be there soon."

  "I hope so. The weather doesn't look too good. I'd much rather be snowed in, in a hotel room with you than out here in the car."

  "I'm used to driving in hard snow. I don't particularly like it, but I'm used to it." I bring her hand to my face and press a kiss to her palm. "I promise. You're safe with me."

  She gives a loud sigh and finally settles, giving me my hand back. "You hold on to that. You can touch me as much as you want to once we've stopped."

  "I'll hold you to that."

  Her lips curve to one side in a teasing smile. "I just bet you will."

  As it turns out, we make it to the resort in mild snow, only for it to turn to white out conditions the moment we pull into the lot.

  21

  Olivia

  The Stoweflake Mountain Resort is gorgeous. The room has a large fire place, which is already lit and more firewood sits in a basket to the side. The bed is large enough to have a party and we have a small sitting area that looks out into a courtyard. Nothing can be seen right now because of the heavy snow, it's blinding. I'm just happy we made it here before the worst of the weather hit.

  I turn to Geary as he enters the room after having gone back to the SUV for our luggage. My eyes widen at the sight of him and I rush over to help him with the luggage and to remove his jacket, which is covered in the snow.

  "It's bad outside," he comments. "So damn glad we made it here."

  "Me too." I take his hands into mine and try to rub some warmth into them. "Go sit by the fire and warm up." I move him over and push him into one of the chairs already set out.

  "Yes, Ma'am," he mumbles, smiling. "I think I could get used to you looking after me."

  I roll my eyes. "I know it works both ways with you, so that wouldn't be a problem." Grinning, I turn to the luggage and start unpacking so that Geary can't see how much I enjoyed his words, or how sexy he looks right now.

  He's wearing a thick sweater and with the scruff on his face and the heat from the fire making his cheeks rosy, he looks delicious.

  He clears his throat. "While you're thinking about me, we also need to think about eating. Cheeseburger and fries sounds good."

  “I could eat.” I toss my clothes into the closet, not really caring where they end up and close the door. “I’m ready.”

  Geary laughs. “Woman,” he walks closer and wraps his arms around my waist, “you are unique.”

  “I’m glad we agree on that.”

  Geary’s stomach growls and a light blush covers his cheeks. “Let’s go and find some food.”

  Laughing, I push out of his arms and take his hand. “I have a keycard in my pocket.” I lead him to the door.

  There is a long hallway toward the reception area and through that is the bar, where we’re just in time to order food before they close for the night. It’s busy with most of the seats taken as we look around.

  “Want to join them?” Geary nods toward an older couple who continue to wave us over.

  “They seem friendly.” I smile and feel Geary’s arm wrap around my waist to keep me close as we move toward the couple.

  “Please join us. I’m Maureen and this is my husband, Harry.”

  “Thank you. Is it always this busy?” I ask as Geary pulls out a chair for me before taking his own.

  Harry replies, “We come here every year at this time and it usually is busy, however with how bad the weather is, it’s brought more people inside for shelter.” He shakes his head. “Don’t remember seeing the snow this bad in a very long time.”

  “I know what you mean,” I comment. “I’m from Lexington and although we get snow, sometimes blizzard conditions, I’ve never seen it so bad.”

  “Well,” Maureen adds, “at least we’re inside in the warmth.”

  Her husband takes her hand, which is sweet. I glance at Geary and he has a soft look on his face as he turns his dark gaze and caresses my face. Geary leans in close and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. “You take my breath away.” His lips brush against mine as he settles back in his chair.

  I offer the other couple a small smile of apology because I momentarily forgot I wasn’t alone with Geary. Maureen’s eyes are filled with amusement as she looks between us. “How long have you both been together?”

  Surprised, I pause
and glance to Geary who grins. “Not long.” He squeezes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “But she’s who I want to be with.”

  “Oh wow, you are a handsome man and a sweet talker too, huh?” Maureen laughs. “You remind me of Harry when we first met.” She faces her husband and has a whimsical look on her face. “I was dating someone else at the time, but one handshake changed my life. I have what all the romance authors write about, a love that’s worth cherishing.” Clearing her throat she turns back to us. “When you find that one special person who turns your world upside down and your mind, don’t let them go.”

  Without missing a beat, Geary replies, “I don’t plan to.”

  My heart jumps in my chest and butterflies take flight.

  During the meal, Maureen and Harry never stop talking, in a nice way. We now know their medical history, all about the lives of their children and grandchildren, and when they started asking about Geary and me, I started to feel uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what ‘we’ are. We both want the other, and to spend time together, but Geary’s life isn’t in Lexington, which mine is. What happens when Christmas is over with? He said he didn’t plan to let me go, if I was reading him correctly, so what are we going to do?

  On that thought, I force a smile and slide my hand to Geary’s thigh. He smiles and leaning into me, places a kiss to my cheek. “You ready to leave?” he whispers into my ear.

  I nod and slip my hand into his. “I’m ready.” He smiles softly, helping me to my feet before he turns to the other couple. “We’re heading back to the room. It’s been a long day.”

  Both Maureen and Harry give us a knowing look, which I try to ignore as a blush creeps up my neck and into my cheeks.

  As we leave the bar area, Geary wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close. “My ears are ringing.”

  “Mine too. They’re a sweet couple and have been together a long time.”

  “I was surprised when they said they’d met at fourteen.” Geary shakes his head. “That’s forty years together. I don’t think I’ve met any couple who have spent forty years together.”

  “My grandparents have been together forever.” I grin. “My parents too. Not forty years, but they’ve been together a long time, and they’re still very much in love.” I smile whimsically. “The McKenzie family know when they find someone special.”

  “And what do you see when you look at me?” Geary asks quietly while opening the door to our room. He shuffles me inside so I take his hand and lead him over to one of the chairs by the fire.

  I climb on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “When I look at you Geary, I see a good honest man. One who makes my heart flutter in my chest when he looks at me. I see a man who has inner strength and a man who knows what he wants and goes after it.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’m exactly where I want to be this Christmas, Geary, and it’s with you.”

  Geary brushes the hair back from my shoulder before he lifts his hand and caresses along my cheek and jaw. “When I look at you Olivia, I see my future.”

  22

  Geary

  My words have caught her off guard and I hold my breath wondering how she’ll react. I hadn’t meant to let them fall from my lips, however, after watching the other couple this evening I hadn’t wanted to hold back. I wanted to be totally upfront with her. I just hoped I hadn’t blown it because I have no idea what Olivia wants.

  Then her lips curve upwards and her eyes light with happiness. “I want you Geary,” the lightness dims, “but can we just spend Christmas together without worrying about what comes later.” She drops her forehead to mine. “I know we need to talk.” She presses her lips to mine in the sweetest of kisses. “I want to spend time with you without having to worry about anything else.”

  I grip the back of her head and hold her close, a breath away from my mouth. “I want you anyway I can have you.” I close the gap between us and crush my lips to her plump and ready lips. The moan she releases into my mouth hardens my body and I arch my hips, rubbing my cock against her pussy, desperate for relief.

  Olivia grinds down and my eyes roll, and then I feel the sudden loss of her heat when she wiggles free, dropping to her knees in front of me. There is a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she makes quick work of my zipper before she’s reaching in and wrapping one of her small hands around my hard and throbbing flesh. Her touch alone makes me harder and precum rushing along my shaft has my balls heavy with need.

  “Watch me, Geary.” She blows over the broad head that is purple and wet, ready to burst. “Watch everything I’m going to do to you.”

  I swallow hard and have a difficult time holding my release back because the feel of her lapping at my dick is driving me insane. The feel of her hand jerking me off, the feel of her other massaging my balls, and the fucking sight of her on her knees with her mouth opened wide swallowing me sets off the volcano in my balls.

  My hands reach for her hair and I grip the long strands in my hands as I explode down her throat. Her mouth is wet and warm and her throat so tight that semen pours out of me until there’s nothing left. Even then she doesn’t stop and laps at me to the point that I’m hardening again.

  “That was so hot,” she whispers, lust thick and heavy in her voice. “I need you Geary.”

  I smirk and leaning forward, I grab her up in my arms and toss her to the bed. “I want you coming on my face.”

  She lets out a guttural moan while ripping her clothing off. I laugh and kneeling on the floor at her feet, I grab her ankles and tug her toward me. Her eyes are heavy with lust as I hold her gaze and kiss the top of her mound. Olivia shudders, her legs going slack in my arms.

  With a smirk I’m unable to hide, I drape her deliciously smooth legs over my shoulders and finally move my gaze between her legs and catch my breath while my cock swells and presses against the bed.

  Olivia is beautiful all over and her wet pussy is waiting for my touch. I spread her open to my eyes and groan at the sight of the swollen folds and the tight wet hole where my cock belongs. She’s gorgeous and she’s all mine. Growling, I dip my head and trail my tongue through the wet folds of her sex and moan at the taste of her on my lips. She arches and then I feel her fingers in my hair, holding me against her while she rubs her aching pussy on my mouth.

  It’s a hot and heavy turn-on for me to watch her lose control the way she is with me. In fact I’m so turned on right now that I’m sure I’m going to come when she does…if not before. Her legs tremble and the little pants coming from her lips have my hips pressing against the bed to try and ease the ache in my groin.

  The moment I slip my tongue inside of her, Olivia throws her head back and comes. I lap up every bit of her release and before she’s finished, I quickly rise up and thrust into her. My cock is so hard and desperate, my body throbbing and, with only one thrust, I spill inside of her.

  Grunting, my dick pulsates and throbs with every release of semen I pump into her tight body. Olivia’s body tightens around me and she stills moments before she gasps and convulses. Her inner body throbs and tugs around my shaft, dragging more and more pleasure from my body while she’s in the throws of her own enjoyment.

  Seconds tick by and all I hear is the sound of blood rushing through my ears while my body lies sated and exhausted on top of the woman I’m in love with.

  “You make everything perfect, Geary,” Olivia whispers into my neck on a soft, satisfied sigh.

  I slip my body from hers and wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly and roll us to the side. Her head stays tucked under my chin as I press a soft lingering kiss there. “You’re my everything,” I whisper, not sure she hears me as her breathing evens out and she slips into sleep.

  Unable to let her go, I keep her close and try to settle, which I eventually do.

  23

  Olivia

  Watching from the car window as Geary slowly navigates into town, I find it hard to believe that so much snow has been dumped on the town overnight. I’m
used to the winter months, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen it so bad. The roads were cleared at first light so the snow has been pushed toward the side in deep piles.

  Geary glances at me as a shiver runs over me at the weather outside the warmth of the truck. I smile. “Concentrate on the roads and not me.”

  He frowns. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet since I woke you up.”

  I realize he really is worried. “I loved having you wake me, especially in the way that you did.” I blow him a kiss and laugh. “There is so much snow it made me shiver.”

  The man is wicked as his eyes light with mirth. The things he can do with his mouth make me squirm to get comfortable in the seat—he knows it too and throws his head back, laughing. “Don’t think I don’t know where your mind is at,” he chuckles and reaches for his groin, doing some rearranging. “Who knew I’d get hard as fuck in this cold weather?”

  I roll my eyes. “Your truck is heated, so don’t worry, as soon as we step outside it will all shrivel up.” Grinning, I continue watching through the window, smiling when we arrive at the cider mill.

  It was advertised in a tourist brochure at the hotel and Geary thought it would be a good idea to check it out while having a glass of warm apple cider. I couldn’t agree more.

  Not many people are out because they probably have more sense than we do, but Geary manages to park as close to the entrance as possible, which has been cleared. Christmas trees with lights welcome guests and as Geary takes my hand and we step inside the scent of apple cider hits us.

  I briefly close my eyes and inhale the sweet scent, feeling Geary’s lips brush across my cheek. “The hotel clerk recommended we try the cider donuts while we’re here.”

  Groaning, I clench a hand to my stomach. “Donuts are my downfall.”

  Chuckling, Geary leads me into the large store; my eyes not knowing were to look first. There is so much on display on the wooden shelves, but the jelly holds my gaze. Tightening my hand in Geary’s, I tug him over. “My cousins and I with our grandma would take over the kitchen on the first of December every year and make jelly. We’d give them to the men and women who lived in the assisted living facility in Lexington along with homemade cookies.” I smile fondly at the memory. “I haven’t thought about that in a long time.” I squeeze his arm. “She’d make us all get dressed up in our Sunday best to deliver the goods. We’d have to sing some Christmas carols for them. The boys as they got older had to be bribed.” Chuckling, I admit, “Grandma knew, but I don’t think she ever mentioned it. Dad used to say Grandma has eyes in the back of her head, and hearing like a bat.”