McKenzie Cousins Box Set 3

by Lexi Buchanan

  Her channel is snug in this position, but holding her hips, I grind into her until I’m filling her and about to burst a nut. I toss my sweater across the room and reaching for Olivia, I get the rest of her clothing out of the way. I wouldn’t have bothered but I’m desperate to touch her naked breasts. The soft mounds of her breasts and plump hard nipples are perfect and an extremely sensitive button on Olivia. She’s come in the past from my attention to her nipples and that is arousing as fuck.

  Now I have them in my hands and my hips move. I rock back and forth and when the tightness around my dick contracts, I wrap my arms around her waist and turning us, I place her over the back of the sofa with her ass sticking in the air. From this angle I can see the glide of my cock as I slide in and out of her tight vagina. I see the ripples of Olivia’s release before I feel her tugging and milking my cock. The sight and feel unman me and I come. My release shoots from my body the pleasure intense. I push as far as I can go inside of her and end up on the tips of my toes trying to get further. At that point Olivia screams my name, her pussy convulsing around my dick, the wetness from her release warm as I feel it coating my still hard flesh and sliding down to my balls and thighs.

  “Oh God,” she groans, going limp. “I don’t have words for that,” she whispers.

  “Whatever it was, it felt amazing.” I’m not ready to pull out of her yet, but I do want her comfortable. So reaching around her waist, I haul her to me and slowly shuffle toward a chair. The moment my butt hits the seat, my dick jerks with excitement when her body settles on me.

  I burrow my face into her neck and stay there while I catch a breath and breathe her scent into my lungs. It doesn’t help my arousal for this woman nor does it help when she wiggles around on my lap, rubbing back and forth on my dick while trying to remove her boots and jeans.

  Once nude, Olivia slowly moves off of my cock and turns to face me. The sight of her flesh in front of my face has me reaching for her, but she smacks my hands away. I frown and hope like hell she’s forgiven me for being an asshole in Stowe.

  Olivia crouches down and removes my jeans before she straddles my thighs. Her eyes stay on my hard flesh and then I watch, and feel, her small hand wrap around me. Her thumb caresses over the tip before she lowers herself down. My eyes cross as sensation after sensation massages my shaft.

  She wraps her arms around my neck as I settle my hands on her hips to hold her to me. I shiver when her nipples rub against my chest before they get squished between us. Olivia rests her forehead against mine and whispers, “You left me.”

  I notice the tears in her eyes, and admit, “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I love you Olivia, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I didn’t know how that was possible so I ran because I didn’t want you to see me get down on my knees and beg. I would have done.”

  She shakes her head. “I love you too, Geary. I want you. I don’t care if I have to move here to be with you. I just don’t ever want to be separated from you again.”

  Tears move into my own eyes. “The moment I sat on the plane I realized what an asshole I was being and that I wanted you anyway I could have you. I would have headed back to you if we weren’t in the middle of take off.”

  Her arms hold me tightly as she softly cries. “I like Montana.”

  “Me too.”

  “I’m still annoyed and hurt that you left without telling me what you wanted.” She lifts her gaze and holds mine. “You have a lot to make up for.”

  I brush the hair back from her face and admit. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you…if you’ll marry me?”

  With a mixture of laughter and tears, Olivia places kisses all over my face. “Yes!”

  “One more thing,” I add. “You have to help me find a house outside of the city but in a short commute for you to Lexington.”

  “What?” She asks, surprised.

  “All I need is open space. So we move out of the city and you get to stay in your family business.” I squeeze her ass, moving her slowly up and down. “I’ve loved working for Derek, but it’s time to move on with the woman I love. It’s all about compromise.”

  Olivia softly sighs, a slight moan following. “I do love you, and I can’t wait for you to meet my family on New Year’s Eve.”

  Epilogue

  Olivia

  Aunt Lily and Uncle Michael always throw a wonderful New Year’s Eve party at their home and this year I’m so glad that I have Geary to share it with. He’s met some of my family before, but he’s never experienced the full McKenzie clan. We can be overwhelming, but as I walk up behind him while he’s talking to my cousin Joshua, I smile. Geary fits.

  Joshua spots me first and grins. “I’ve just been telling Geary about that time I caught you and Madison by the river.” He wiggles his brows, teasing—at least I hope he’s only teasing.

  I narrow my eyes and Geary laughs, tugging me into his side. “He didn’t get to the punchline if that helps.”

  Rolling my eyes, I poke Joshua in the stomach. “I have so many stories inside my head to tell your intended,” I tease Joshua except his smile vanishes and all humor disappears.

  “I’m going to get some fresh air,” Joshua mumbles.

  I stare after him.

  “I think I need to follow him. Something isn’t right.” Distracted, I kiss Geary on the cheek and sigh into him when he pulls me close.

  “Your family are important to you Olivia, and that makes them important to me, so go and check on your cousin.” He smacks me on the bottom. “Derek is calling me over…Go.” He nudges me after Joshua, calling, “Make sure you put a jacket on.”

  As though I’d forget that with the temperature outside. It’s below freezing with snow thick on the ground. I think everywhere I’ve been this December has had thick snow. For someone who loves the winter season, I’m actually excited for the summer.

  The moment I open the back door the cold hits me in the face, so I pull the thick padded collar of my coat up until the lower half of my face is covered.

  “You’ll freeze to death,” Joshua states.

  “If you didn’t come outside then I’d be nice and warm inside.” I move closer to him and taking a long look at his face, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head against his chest. “I love you Josh, and when something is bothering you, I want to make it all better.” I sigh. “Except I can’t make it better because I don’t know what’s going on.”

  Silence follows and eventually he relaxes against me and rests his chin on the top of my head. “I made a rookie mistake, and now things are awkward.”

  “How?” I lift my head and hold his gaze until he tucks me against him once more.

  “I went undercover with my boss at a nightclub. Things got a little…out of hand. We both got carried away and now I have to see her everyday, and there can never be more.” He breathes heavily. “I just need to get over it, or rather her, which is easier said than done.”

  “Oh, I didn’t see that coming.”

  “Me either,” Joshua mutters.

  “Does she feel the same way?” I can’t resist asking.

  “At the time. Yes. Now. She acts as though I’m just another one of her agents.”

  “Maybe she feels the same, but if you think about it, she doesn’t have any other choice but to do her job and I bet you don’t make it easy for her. I mean you have those sexy blue eyes that all the girls used to fall over themselves for at high school.”

  “Ugh,” he groans. “Please don’t remind me.”

  I chuckle. “Will you come back inside? Please Josh.”

  “Geary will hunt me down if I let you freeze,” he says, moving me with him inside the kitchen.

  “Joshua,” I become serious again, “why don’t you try talking to her outside of work?” I shrug. “Perhaps you both just need to talk it out so that things can get back to normal.”

  “If only I wanted things back to normal. I want everything Olivia.” Joshua
slips quietly up the backstairs.

  THE END

  Of A Cowboy for Christmas

  27

  Joshua

  Prologue

  If I weren’t working I’d be at the bar with a beer in my hand trying to take my mind off my boss. Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t even be in this dive of a nightclub if I weren’t working.

  Working the case of a killer who kills couples, I’d been tasked with going undercover with my boss, Supervisory Special Agent Mallory Jenkins. She was older than me by thirteen years. The first time I’d seen her I’d been mesmerized by her green eyes. Until tonight I’d never seen her wearing cosmetics. Her beautiful face was flawless and didn’t need to be covered up. She was a conservative woman, her work wardrobe was extremely unflattering, however, I’d been lucky enough to see her in running gear. The sight had forever been etched in my mind. The woman had curves and a body for sin.

  My preoccupation with her was annoying because I’d never had this problem with a woman before. I often wondered if my desire had anything to do with her being out of my league, and certainly unobtainable. I’m the rookie under her command.

  Which is why tonight, I’m going crazy. Because of our age difference we’ve been asked to work undercover together. The nightclub being the only common link between the death of three other couples.

  All murdered couples had a difference of eight plus years between them—the women had all been older.

  We’re the only ones inside the club working this case; agents are covering both the front and rear exits. This club allows no phones and everyone is checked upon entrance for electronic devices. So we’re basically on our own inside these walls.

  The dimness of the place makes it difficult to see anything or anyone unless they’re right in front of you…or you scent them.

  Before Mallory closes the distance between us, I scent her. Her perfume makes my nostrils flare and my cock twitch. She presses against me and her arms wrap around my neck. My gaze searches over her face and I realize she’s just as nervous at having to play this roll with me, as I am with her.

  Whispering in my ear, “We need to make this look real,” Mallory curls a leg over my hip, bringing herself so damn close that I’m afraid to breathe.

  I grasp her hips in my hands and pause when I unintentionally drag her mound over my erection. A blush creeps onto my face as I meet the surprise in Mallory’s eyes. Except, I don’t only see surprise, I see desire, which she quickly masks.

  Fuck this! I have one chance and one chance only of being with Mallory. I’m taking it.

  Without breaking eye contact, I whisper against her lips, “Then lets make this between us look real.”

  Mallory gasps and I’m a lucky bastard because I catch her moan in my mouth when I taste her for the first time. Her lips are soft and the silky slide of her tongue against my own sends red-hot desire shooting down my spine to my fucking balls. All I can think about is that I have Mallory in my arms. That I’m doing what I’ve dreamt of doing since I’d met her. Somewhere in my brain is the fact that this is pretend, except, there is nothing pretend about how I feel about her.

  Growling deep in my throat, I turn and hold her against the wall. I’m not the only one losing it. Mallory holds on tight and climbs up me until she has both of her legs wrapped around my waist. The thought of only her panties keeping her pussy from me causes my legs to tremble and my breath to hitch in my chest.

  Mallory pants. “What are we doing?”

  One of my large hands covers a breast. “What we’ve dreamed about doing for so damn long,” I confess. Dipping my head, I capture a hard nipple between my teeth and gently bite down. I feel Mallory’s response in her shudder and frantic reaching of her hands beneath my shirt. Her fake fingernails scrape down my back and I’m so ready to release that it takes a lot to force my pending orgasm back. I sure as hell don’t want to, but I’m not willing to prematurely finish in the middle of the most erotic sexual encounter of my entire life.

  My mouth latches on to her neck and I lick and nibble on the scented skin just behind her ear. Mallory purrs like a cat, her hips grinding on my cock.

  Quickly glancing around us, my eyes come back into focus and I realize we’re not the only couple getting it on. There’s a good few people fucking, hard and fast. It gets my blood running hotter, so when Mallory turns my face back to hers and initiates contact with my mouth, I devour her. There are no other words for it. I’ve been saving everything I have for her, and she’s unleashed it.

  My hands shake as they slide up her smooth thighs and beneath her short dress until they land on her naked ass. My fingers find the string she calls panties between the cheeks of her ass, and I tug, breaking the flimsy material.

  “Josh,” she hisses, adding, “Oh fuck,” when I slip a finger between the lips of her wet and swollen pussy.

  “You want me Mallory. Your body can’t lie…at least,” I pull my hand away and bring it up to my face, smelling my finger before I lick it clean, “not between your legs.”

  “Not professional,” she whispers, slamming her mouth on mine while a hand searches between us. She finds my raging cock, squeezing and stroking until my eyes cross. “Make me stop, Joshua.” Her fingers unzip my slacks, the button stays in place and then I feel her small fingers on my flesh and I nearly fucking come.

  “Put me inside of you,” I growl. “I’m close.”

  Her hand wraps around my flesh and each stroke brings me closer and closer, until I’m so hard I think I’m literally going to burst…then I feel her. I hold my breath when the broad head of my shaft is pushed back and forth through her wet folds before I breach her tight entrance.

  Groaning, nothing but getting inside of Mallory is in my head. Nothing. I can’t think, but only feel. Mallory wraps her body around me, her forehead against mine. “Yes,” she whispers.

  The moment her words leave her mouth, I thrust hard and bury myself all the way inside of her. There isn’t any room left to get anything between us as I feel her core tighten around my dick. She’s warm and so very wet that I’m afraid if I move I’ll come…then I remember. “No fucking condom.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise and I desperately want her to tell me it’s okay, that she’s protected because I’m an asshole and never gave it a thought, but she doesn’t. Her lips might not be saying what I want to hear, but her body is telling me something completely different as her inner muscles tremble around me. I can’t leave her body. Hell, the chance that I’m going to come before I even retreat is high. Very high.

  Mallory wiggles and I start fucking her. I’ve lost all control of my body as my cock pumps into Mallory in long hard thrusts. She’s wild in my arms, trying to grab onto anything she can. Using my hips to hold her against the wall, I grind on her while I use my hands to get at her naked tits. Just the feel of the plump mounds in my hands is enough to have my balls tingling. “I need you to come,” I hiss at Mallory. “Fuck Mal, I have to pull out when I come, but I have to make it good for you.” I pinch her nipples, tugging and rolling them between my fingers.

  First tiny flutters wrap themselves around my cock, and then she comes. Her body goes tight and writhes on me while she holds onto my shoulders. With every strong tug on my flesh, I feel my release leaking into her, and I know I have to pull out before she’s finished or I’m not going to be able to.

  In one long withdrawal, I have my cock out and the crown rubbing on her clit, which finishes me off. I come all over her pussy while my finger continues to draw out Mallory’s pleasure.

  Once I start thinking with the head on my shoulders, the scene isn’t pretty. I have my hand on Mallory’s mound while my finger slowly massages inside of her, and my cock is still hard, and rubbing on her ass.

  How the fuck am I going to get out of this?

  “I can honestly say,” Mallory starts, breathless, “I’ve never in my entire career done this with anyone under my authority.” She pants. “Nor have I had sex on an op before either.”<
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  “Don’t say you regret it.” I close my eyes and keep my face buried in her neck while I slowly remove my hand from between her legs. “Say anything, but not that.”

  She wiggles out of my arms and stares when my cock springs up past my belly button. She reaches out and wraps a hand around it while my eyes hold hers. After two strokes, she unbuttons my pants for better access and gently puts me away, tugging up the zipper.

  “I didn’t say I regretted it. I said I’ve never done it before with someone I work with.” Her eyes look haunted as she quickly glances around the place before back to mine. “We’re here to do a job, which I forgot.” She swallows hard. “I forgot every damn thing the moment you touch me.”

  My smile is smug until I catch a wince on her face as she tries to move away. I grab her arm and pull her into me. “I’m not sorry we did this. I’m only sorry that I didn’t come inside of you.” I groan. “God, Mallory. You felt amazing wrapped around me.”

  I feel her shiver. She takes a step into my body and whispers, “I’m sorry you didn’t too.” Her eyes briefly meet mine and a blush creeps on her cheekbones. “I have you dripping down my thighs,” she hisses. “I need to go and clean up.”

  Acknowledging her words, I grin and interlace our fingers. “I’ll go with you.”

  “You look happy with yourself,” she comments, shaking her head, and I do catch a twitch of her lips.

  “I’ve just had you in my arms, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

  Tears briefly reach her eyes before she looks away, and says, “I’m a big girl so I’m fairly sure I’m capable of finding the restroom on my own.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ll walk you to the restroom. I won’t enter. But we stick together in this place.”

  She nods, and while we’re making our way to the restrooms, I notice her pull herself together and by the time we reach our destination, I’ve lost her.