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

by Lexi Buchanan

  “Separate rooms still.” Isaac said. “We’re modern, but not that modern.”

  “Don’t worry.” Jenna stood and moved to hug her uncle. “I’m sure we’ll manage.” She winked across the table.

  “Your cousin Dermot will be here tomorrow,” Isaac said into the silence. “He’ll take you over to his place to meet his wife and new babies. I’ll take Dylan with me.”

  “Babies?” Jenna perked up, ignoring the fact that we wouldn’t be spending Christmas eve together.

  “Yes,” Meg said, joining us at the table. “We have Callum and Conor, who arrived a week ago. I told your mother, Jenna. She asked me to keep it quiet as a surprise for you.” She smiled. “Luci is exhausted the poor thing, but she’s at least back on her feet.”

  “I’m not surprised she’s exhausted with twins. I bet Mom wishes she’d come over with me. She loves babies. Just the thought scares me to death.” Jenna glanced at me and smirked. “Twins, Dylan. Twins scare me.” Giggling, Jenna moved and kissed my cheek before giving her attention back to her aunt and uncle. “Anyways, Mom and Dad send their best wishes for a good Christmas. They’re currently snowed in back in Vermont.” She tried to hide a yawn. “Would it be okay for me to have a lie down for a short time?”

  “Of course it is.” Meg turned to Isaac. “Show them to their rooms please.”

  “Yes, Dear.” Isaac kissed Meg, like really slapped a kiss on her lips. “Follow me.” He started going upstairs and turned, “The floors in this old farmhouse creek.”

  I glanced at Jenna and watched her smile slip before it was back on her face. There would be no sneaking about. It made me sad, in a way. I’d make it work one way or another because I knew Jenna would want to be with me too.

  10

  Jenna

  Baby Conor slept in my arms and was more peaceful than his twin brother, Callum, who was restless on his grandma. The sweet babies looked so fragile and, at first, I’d been scared to hold one, when Luci had told me to sit and plonked Conor in my arms. I couldn’t complain; he was a sweet baby. I didn’t think I’d held such a new baby before and this one made my ovaries tingle.

  I was too young to think about kids when I had a few months left of school and I had no clue as to what I wanted to do. I had no job lined up. I hadn’t even given thought to interviews. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but when I got back, I needed to think long and hard about what I wanted. I knew Dylan would always be at the top of that list. Things had to work out between the two of us once we were back home. It had to.

  Sighing heavily, I slipped my little finger into Baby Conor’s palm and his fingers tightly closed around it.

  “You had a worried look on your face,” Luci commented. “I’m sure my sleeping son hasn’t done anything to cause that.”

  “Oh no. You have the sweetest baby.”

  “Hmm. I bet it has everything to do with that gorgeous man who is also staying with my in-laws?”

  Laughing, I admitted. “You would be correct.” I stared at the little boy in my arms and smiled softly before giving his mother my attention. “Aunt Meg and Uncle Isaac are doing their best to keep Dylan and I apart.” I shrugged. “I know I’m here to spend time with family, but I want to spend my time with Dylan, too. We need to get to know each other better before we head back to Boston.”

  “I get it, Jenna. I do. They did their best in interfering with Dermot and me.” She smiled. “But in the end, it turned out they were testing us. To see if we still wanted each other when kept apart.” Her hand squeezed my knee. “You’ll see. It will all work out in the end.”

  “I hope so.” I changed the subject. “I’m in love with Ireland. Although, it’s all been covered in snow so far.”

  “I love it here. Wouldn’t exchange what I have for anything in the world. Dermot, the twins, our parents. We’re lucky Jenna. When you find the man you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with, hold on to him. Hold on tight and don’t be afraid of saying what you want.”

  “That sounds like you have experience.”

  “I do,” Luci said, opening her top to feed Conor, who was nuzzling at my breast, looking for milk. “Pass me my son, please.” She took her son and got him settled. “Dermot had a reputation for being a lady’s man. Turned out to be a load of shit. Didn’t stop the popular girls from spreading lies and rumors. In the end, I told him to make a choice because I was tired of fighting for him when he didn’t fight for me. I walked away and prayed he would follow.” She grinned. “I didn’t get far and, in front of everyone at my graduation, he told me it was me. That it always had been.”

  She took Conor from her breast and started burping him. “If Dylan is the one for you, then he’ll be there for you once my in-laws stop interfering.” She winked, and whispered, “Behind the barn can’t be seen from the house and it’s the only place no one coming along the back road can see.” Her eyebrows wiggled. “Thought that information might come in handy.”

  “I’ll remember that!”

  “What are you girls giggling about?” Aunt Meg asked, raising a brow. “And while you’re at it, Callum is looking for food.”

  “Jeez, I’m going to have boobs down to my knees,” Luci muttered but with cheer as she passed Conor back to me.

  “I’ll still love your boobs,” Dermot stated walking in the door, “no matter what size or shape they are. They’re all mine!”

  Aunt Meg stood and tapped him upside the head. “Keep those thoughts to yourself.”

  Dylan and Isaac walked in behind Dermot. Searching the room for me, Dylan’s eyes went soft when he found me. A grin spread across his face as he moved closer and kissed me on the top of my head.

  “You look cute with a baby in your arms.” He didn’t look at me but concentrated on sleeping Conor. “He’s tiny.”

  “Babies usually are.”

  “I remember seeing my cousin, Sirena’s, baby when she was born. McKenna was big.” He grinned. “Sirena said it was Garrett’s fault for being, um, big.”

  A blush crept on my face. “You mean—” I glanced at Dylan’s lap before meeting his smirk.

  “That’s exactly what I mean.” Dylan reached out and caressed along Conor’s small hand. “My sister is expecting her first child.” He smiled. “Derek, her husband, is twenty-three years older than her so I wasn’t sure he’d want children. I told you about them before and his son is married to my cousin, Charlotte.”

  “I remember you saying that.”

  He nodded. “Derek is paranoid about something happening to her, so she can’t wait to welcome their daughter, so he’ll settle down. He’ll probably worry about the baby then. He’s a good man and I’ve never seen her as happy.”

  “I want that too. One day,” I said softly.

  “Me too.” He kissed my cheek and I swooned inside.

  Dylan McKenzie was a gorgeous man, inside and out, and, at least for now, he was all mine.

  “Okay you two,” Uncle Isaac grumbled. “Enough of making eyes at each other.”

  “Oh, Dad,” Luci said, kissing his cheek. “Please leave them alone.”

  “I know what you young’uns think about all the time, so that is not happening under my roof.”

  Dylan cleared his throat. “I respect you and your rules.”

  “I do too, Uncle Isaac. There’s no reason to keep us apart.” I took Dylan’s hand and intertwined my fingers with his. “I promise to not participate in any debauchery with Dylan while under your roof.”

  He rolled his eyes. “I noticed how you worded that.” He grinned. “Nothing gets past me.” He paused. “But it’s Christmas, and we only have a short time left with you here, so I’ll go easy on you both.”

  I glanced at Dylan as he quickly glanced at me.

  Uncle Isaac grinned. “I’m still not going to let you share a room.”

  Dylan snickered before bursting into a full-bodied laugh.

  11

  Dylan

  Getting Jenna alone had become frustrating in m
ore ways than one, however, Christmas morning, nothing was keeping me from her.

  Her long hair shined in the sunlight coming through the front window, the red more vibrant than usual. The smile on her face was soft and caused my heart to flutter every time she glanced my away, which was often.

  The scent she wore tickled my nose as she sidled up next to me, her hand slipping inside of mine. She whispered, “Take a walk with me outside.”

  There was no mistaking her meaning when she walked past, her fingers brushing my belly.

  “We’re going for a walk.” Placing my glass of lemonade, with the cocktail cherry soaking in the bottom, on the table, I glanced at Isaac and Meg. Both were distracted with their new grandchildren.

  I did catch a smirk on Luci’s face as she blocked her in-laws view of our escape.

  The house was filled with the scent of cinnamon, cloves and oranges, exactly as Mom would have ours smelling back home in Lexington. I missed them. It was my first Christmas away from my family and it felt weird. Mom and Dad had been the ones to purchase the trip for me as a present. If I hadn’t wanted to visit Ireland so badly then I’d have been offended they’d chosen Christmas to send me here. I hadn’t been able to think that far because I’d never expected them to listen about this. Especially Mom.

  But here I was, zipping up my winter jacket to go and make out with the girl I’d fallen for. At least, I hoped that was her plan. It was Christmas after all. We deserved some alone time.

  “I hope my dick doesn’t freeze off out here,” I muttered, catching my breath as a blast of cold air hit me in the face.

  Jenna turned and backed along the path slowly. “I intend getting your dick warm and wet. So, I’m sure it will survive.”

  “I’m not sure I’ll survive.”

  Rolling her eyes, Jenna giggled and taking my hand, we hurried toward the back path, which led around behind the barn. My heartbeat picked up the closer we got to it. “This is fun,” Jenna said, excitement clear in her voice.

  “This is cold.”

  “It’s not that cold, besides, you’ll be burning up soon.”

  “My dick is onboard with that.”

  The moment we were hidden behind the old wooden structure, I had Jenna pressed up against it; my breath hot on her lips. “I want you.” The evidence of my need would be difficult to miss as I rocked my hips back and forth against her. My dick felt impossibly hard and excitement raced through my veins at the thought of getting inside Jenna.

  She licked along her lips and dug her fingers into my ass. “We don’t have time for slow.” Her hands moved quickly and, grabbing my face, our lips met.

  The moan I tried to swallow escaped as I took control and sucked and nipped at her mouth. Her tongue danced with mine and our teeth bumped together. It wasn’t just a kiss of need, it was a kiss of pure heaven. Jenna didn’t just stop there. She slipped her cold fingers down the front of my jeans and the sensation of those fingers wrapping around my dick caused precum to tingle along my length, leaking on her wrist.

  “Someone is ready.”

  “I’ve been ready since you admitted we had to go fast.”

  “Then what are you waiting for.” The zipper on my jeans slid down and then she had me out and pulsing in her hand.

  The mixture of cold and warm drove me crazy, making me harder and more desperate to sink inside her. With my jeans around my thighs, I took her zipper and jeans down. Her panties hardly covered her pussy, but I found it far hotter keeping them in place. At least, for now.

  I wrapped one hand around my cock and stroked while I rubbed the secret nub between her thighs. Jenna’s legs quivered hard when I pressed the palm of my hand against her mound and fingered her pussy. She was wet and swollen, which made my dick pulse and throb in my own hand. I’d be coming if I didn’t stop teasing us both.

  Jenna was so fucking sexy, but, when I touched her, she became a siren. Her little moans and the way she would throw her head back, which would thrust her tits out, was a sight to behold. I didn’t think she had any idea of the picture she made.

  “Quick, you said.” I let her watch me stroking.

  Her eyes deepened in color, like a dense forest I could lose myself in, and she licked her lips.

  “Now Jenna.”

  She turned and shoved her panties down. Her hands pressed against the barn but all I could see was her bottom. So hot. Spreading her open, I slowly pressed forward and sunk inside as she pushed on me.

  “Oh fuck, Jenna! You feel really good.”

  “You too,” she moaned, panting. “I need your hands on me.”

  “God, yes!” She didn’t need to ask me twice.

  My hands slid up inside her clothing to her generous tits where I made quick work of the clasp, and then I had them in my hands. Her nipples were hard and dug into my palms. “I’m not going to be able to hang on, Jenna.” I thrust my cock in and out and the feel of her twitching and massaging along me was so hot. “Come with me.”

  I pinched and twisted her nipples between my fingers while my cock throbbed. Jenna’s pussy started to ripple and pulse—squeezing the fucking life out of my dick. Pleasure shot down my spine, boiled in my balls, and exploded in one powerful release.

  Jenna turned her face toward me, so I captured her lips and kissed her through our release. It went on and on as she sucked me deeper. The walls of her pussy were so thick and wet it made my eyes roll.

  “I feel every inch of you, Dylan.” Jenna quivered in my arms. “Every inch,” she moaned, goose bumps on her skin.

  I wrapped my arms around her stomach and held her tightly against me while I caught my breath. Being with her was exquisite and I didn’t want it to end.

  Unfortunately, it ended when I shivered. “My ass is freezing.” I shuddered, slipping free and yanking my briefs and jeans up.

  Bending, I tugged Jenna’s panties up and made sure they were fitted correctly, tormenting us both. Her jeans followed and then we fastened our zippers. I still had to touch her, and I slid my fingers through her silky hair, cupping the back of her head. “You are so beautiful.”

  I rested my forehead against Jenna’s and stared into her eyes. Her eyes searched mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re not that bad yourself.” Her lips brushed over mine. “I missed waking up with you.”

  “I missed that too,” I admitted. “When is your flight back to the States?”

  “Trying to get rid of me, huh?”

  “Hell no! I was going to suggest we head to Dublin early and spend more time together. Alone.”

  “I fly back on the twenty-seventh.”

  “A quick visit,” I commented, not wanting to admit my flight wasn’t until later. My gut clenched knowing I wasn’t going to be with her in Ireland for much longer.

  “I have a huge assignment due on the fifth and knew I wouldn’t get anything done here, so when I booked flights, I booked an earlier one than I would have preferred.” She sighed. “Anyway, when do you fly back? And can we walk, I’m chilled now.”

  I grinned and took her hand. “Let’s walk then.” The cold air hit us in the face as soon as we left the shelter of the barn. Tugging Jenna’s scarf up around her face, I did the same. “My flights the twenty-ninth. Mom wanted me back for New Year with them.” I shrugged and tried not to look as disappointed as Jenna did. “I’ll come find you when I land. Straight to you.”

  “I’ll meet your plane. If you want me to, that is.”

  “Are you kidding me? Of course, I want you to meet me.” Then a thought hit me, and I winced. “My parents will be. I promised to go back to Lexington for New Year’s.” My parents would be surprised, but I didn’t care. “Come home with me for the celebrations. Meet me at the airport and you’ll come with us.”

  “Your parents?” Jenna’s face went paler than it already was. “That’s like a really big deal.”

  “It is, but they’re great. You’ll love them, and they’ll love you. Dad and my uncles are entertaining, when Grandma
and Grandad aren’t around.”

  “Are you sure about this Dylan?” she asked, sounding unsure.

  “Hey, look at me Jenna.” I stopped and waited for her attention. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want you there. Please come and spend time with me there.” I wiggled my brows wanting to lighten everything up. “We’ll even be able to share a room.”

  Jenna gasped and her eyes grew so large they almost touched her eyebrows. “I’m not sharing a room with you in your parents’ house.” She paced. “Oh my God, Dylan! That’s worse than sharing a room under my uncle’s roof.”

  “They won’t mind. Trust me. Mom won’t even raise a brow when I tell her.” I slung my arm around her shoulders and urged her on. “It’s settled. New Year in Lexington. Together.”

  Somehow, I had to get Tracy to back off before Jenna found out about our messages and got the wrong idea. At least on my part, she’d get the wrong idea.

  12

  Jenna

  Boston was so far from Ireland, yet the weather seemed to be the same. At least, this winter had been. The city was pretty with fresh snow on the ground and Christmas lights switched on. I didn’t often go out in the evening, but a couple of girls from my English lit class wanted to meet up for coffee. Probably to find out about my assignment, which I had purposely left buried in other paperwork back at my apartment. I didn’t trust them, so we’d see. They were actually full of gossip and tended to know everything going on at school…outside the lecture halls, that was. Half the time, I didn’t pay much attention, but I was missing Dylan and wanted to know what they had to say about him.

  Curiosity certainly had me dressing warmly and heading outside in the bitter cold. The air was icy and bit through my jeans, chilling my legs. I knew I should have worn tights beneath the denim. None the less, I’d warm up in the coffee shop for sure. Hot air blasted me in the face the moment I opened the door, which was welcomed.