McKenzie Cousins Box Set 1

by Lexi Buchanan

  She always talks in a flourish and then she waits for all the attention to be on her, just like now. Her gaze is on me and it holds a challenge. I narrow my eyes and wait—not long, “I’m going to a party after dinner and I need someone to drive as it’s across the island. I thought...since you don’t drink...you’d be the perfect date for this evening.”

  My heart sinks while she grins and I know she’s thinking she’s put me on the spot, which she has. But I’m annoyed more than anything, so I reply, “I’m here to work and not to act as chauffeur or your date.” I shrug. “Sorry.” I keep my eyes down and start eating the meal that’s been placed in front of me. A few minutes later, I hear the others start eating and conversation eventually picks up. Thank God the attention is off me.

  It isn’t long before I feel eyes on me again, looking up, I meet the curious gaze of Mitchell. He doesn’t look unhappy, but he does look disappointed. Well, so be it.

  I spend the next ten minutes in conversation with Adelaide over her ideas for the relaxation complex, which is to be incorporated into the plans for the new project. She does have some good points, which I make a mental note of, and I immediately forget the ones that just aren’t viable.

  Before I know it, the main course is being cleared away and dessert, a lemon meringue affair, is brought out and set in the center of the table.

  “Michael,” Mitchell snags my attention, “you haven’t met my youngest daughter yet, have you?” He stands and holds his arms out, looking behind me.

  I turn my head and everyone else fades into the background as I focus on the young blonde woman rushing into her father’s arms. My eyes caress seductively over her...the way her leggings cling to her shapely legs, the mystery of her body holding my attention as the over large shirt drowns her. The suggestion of nubile curves beneath has my mouth watering. Her smile is genuine as she returns her father’s embrace.

  “It’s good to be back on the island, Dad.” She releases her father and embraces her mother.

  As she turns toward her sister, Mitchell takes her arm and guides her toward me. I stand, unable to look away.

  “Brooke, let me introduce you to Michael McKenzie. He’s joint CEO of McKenzie Holdings—the firm drawing up the plans for the new resort.” He beams.

  “Hello Brooke.” I shake her hand, feeling her pulse as I rub my thumb over her delicate wrist.

  The azure blue of her eyes darkens the longer our hands stay connected. My swift arousal when the tip of her tongue slips between her full red lips, brings me quickly back to the awareness of my surroundings.

  Snatching my hand back, I take my seat and watch as Brooke does the same. I hear mumbled words but nothing registers while I try to get my body under control.

  Moments later, a slice of dessert is placed in front of me and I finally glance up, meeting Brooke’s sparkling eyes.

  I don’t miss the daggers shooting from Sinclair’s eyes while Brooke is distracted with me. Mitchell had introduced the other man as a friend of Brooke’s, but I think the man wants more than just friendship if his expression is anything to go by.

  “Hmm,” Carrie mutters from beside me. “So, she gets your engine running, huh?”

  I give Carrie a sharp glance, her expression holding a note of mockery.

  Sighing heavily, I decide to ignore the woman and turn my attention to the dessert in front of me.

  Seconds later, I find myself looking at Brooke again and I’m pleased to find her gaze is still on me, even as Sinclair tries to snare her attention. Nothing is working. She’s as distracted with me as I am with her.

  The smile in my eyes contains a sensuous flame as the glow of her smile warms me through. My heart jolts and my pulse pounds.

  A throat being cleared distracts me and I turn and meet the knowing eyes of Adelaide. “I think I’m going to retire to my room for the night.” She smiles at her husband. “You’ll join me?”

  I hide my smile at her giving Mitchell no other option. I’m not even sure he wanted one at how quickly he pulled her from the chair.

  Beside me, Carrie moans. “As though we don’t know what they’re going doing. An image I don’t want.” She shudders.

  “They’re in love,” Brooke says, her gaze on me. “Why shouldn’t they go off together?”

  “Would you like a walk on the beach,” Sinclair asks Brooke.

  She’s startled by the question but I don’t hang around to discover her answer. “If you’ll excuse me,” I say and leave the table before anyone can answer.

  Making my way quickly back to the villa, I curse myself for letting the beautiful Brooke get to me.

  Letting myself in through the front door, I keep the lights off and strip on the way to the bedroom. Sweat has dripped down my ass so much that my slacks feel damp along with the shirt.

  Muttering to myself, I stare outside at the black waves crashing in the dark night and think about how amazing the view is. But that isn’t why I’m heading to the shower. It’s because I can’t settle. I’m so warm...and so uncomfortable. Some of which has to do with the fresh-as-a-daisy blonde who I can’t get out of my thoughts. Brooke. Probably why I’m hard as granite for the first time in a while.

  I’m hoping the shower will get rid of the fire in my cock along with the heat on my skin so I can finally sleep.

  Unable to peel my lids open, I step into the shower, and lean back against the cool tiles while my hand tightens around my swollen flesh. This level of arousal feels good. I’ll leave it until tomorrow to think about how someone who I’ve only just met managed to arouse me as much as she has.

  Feeling my release building at the base of my spine and swirling in my balls, I press down, wanting to last longer. When I feel my orgasm pushed back a notch, I let go of my dick and reach behind me for the shower nob to turn it on so I can soap up and make the most of this happy time.

  As the water runs in rivulets down my body and, with my eyes still closed, I enjoy the feeling. It’s like having small hands caressing my skin. My cock thickens, lengthens…and when a small hand wraps around my shaft, my balls pull up so tightly that I hope I see them again. My hips strain, seeking more, and my groans get lost in the sound of the water…and then I hear moans mingled in with mine. My eyes snap open and instantly clash with the blue ones I’d seen across the dinner table. Brooke—my brain barely whispers her name before I’m coming. She strokes and caresses my flesh, pulling my release from my straining shaft. When I’m finished, I struggle for breath.

  Her hands play with my balls before she strokes upward along my cock—waking him up again, before her fingers travel up past my navel to my nipples, which she pinches. It’s a reaction I feel in my balls that has me erect in seconds.

  “You like my touch?” she whispers in surprise. “I’ve only ever touched one person before and he didn’t react to me. Not like you do.”

  I’m tempted to laugh it off and say something crass because this situation is anything but normal, except I find I can’t do that. Maybe it’s because of my shock over her being here...or maybe it’s the genuine surprise I hear in her voice.

  “Was he gay?” I manage.

  She pauses for a minute and then a small chuckle escapes.

  “It’s the only explanation because your hands are magic.” I really need to shut up.

  Brooke steps so close that the stiff peaks of her breasts rub against my chest and, moving closer still, my stiffness gets trapped between us.

  Needing to touch her badly, I caress down her back and let my hands settle on her hips as her own hands settle on my shoulders.

  She chews on her bottom lip while her gaze searches mine in the semi-dark room. “I’ve never been naked with a man before.” She gives a shy smile. “Believe it or not, but I’ve never done this before.” She clarifies, “Climbed into a shower and got a guy off.”

  I feel a blush rise into my cheeks at her words. A certain part of my anatomy certain isn’t blushing though. Its throbbing and leaking like a faucet with excite
ment…but then it hits me. “You’ve never, um, done anything with a guy?”

  She shakes her head, which causes her nipples to rub against my chest. “No. Like I said, the one and only time I touched a guy, he didn’t react. I thought it was me until now.”

  “I came like a school boy the minute you touched me.”

  “You were lost in a dream.” She sighs against me and I feel the heat of her breath. I long to close the distance between our lips. “When you were stroking yourself, you were somewhere else. I was watching. It was erotic watching you, but it wasn’t me. I just helped.”

  Unable to let her think I was dreaming about someone else, I admit, “My eyes were closed imagining you touching me.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise. She climbs up me then, her legs tight around my waist and her arms around my neck.

  “Make love to me please.” She wiggles against my dick and I realize I’m so close to coming again.

  My own stupid fault for not having sex in forever, even my fist has been lacking in recent months. But who am I to joke? It’s the naked woman in my arms who is bringing this reaction out in me.

  “I know you want to.”

  Grinding my teeth together, I say, “I can’t hide how much I want you.”

  “Why do I sense a but in there?”

  “Sinclair?” I question.

  She shakes her head. “He’s only a friend.”

  “Does he know that?”

  She frowns. “Do you know something?”

  “He want’s more. Trust me,” I suggest.

  “I only want you, Michael,” she whispers.

  I know what I want next, and ask, “Sleep with me…and if you’re still in my bed in the morning, I’ll make love to you for the rest of the day.” I bury my face into her neck, thinking I’ve finally lost it.

  “You promise?” she asks, rubbing the nape of my neck.

  For once, I’m going to take something for me, which is Brooke, and from the sound of things, she wants me just as much. “I promise.”

  My fate was sealed the minute I laid eyes on Brooke.

  33

  Brooke

  Stretching, I come into contact with a large body, and everything from the night before comes rushing back…my brazen show in the shower with Michael McKenzie Junior. Heat creeps onto my face and pleasure overtakes my body when I remember the feel of his erection in my hand and the way he came all over me from just a few strokes.

  But, as he curls his naked body around mine and gently cups a breast, guilt starts to overwhelm me as the panic slowly rises. All it will take is one word from my sister and this will be over. Whatever this is.

  Carrie had seen my response to him the moment our eyes had locked. She’d laughed about it after he’d left and said she’d have had to be blind to miss the response we’d had to each other. When I let my sister tease me enough that I went stalking off to the guest villa, I should have known better. I don’t regret one minute of my time with this beautiful man, and I respect him for waiting and giving me the choice. I just don’t trust my sister to not tell him that she was the one that sent me to him. From my point of view, she’d given me the courage to go after what I wanted for once in my life, but that won’t be how it’s taken if Carrie opens her mouth.

  “You’re awake,” he whispers, gently massaging my breast. “And you’re still naked in my bed.” He presses his throbbing hard flesh against my bottom while holding me tightly in his embrace.

  I slide my fingers along his hands and find them captured by his. The scruff on his face lightly abrades the back of my neck as he nuzzles into me. All this does is make me never want to leave this bed or this handsome man.

  “Talk to me, Brooke.” He places kisses over my shoulder and neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  “I don’t ever remember being this content before,” I admit and slowly turn in his arms. My hands reach up and slide through his messy hair. The dark strands are stuck up any which way and it makes me smile. “You look sexy with your hair mused.” I wrap my legs around his hips and when his penis settles between my legs, I watch his eyes roll and feel his body shudder.

  “Contrary to what my actions say, I’ve never been the way I am with you. Usually I’d at least buy the woman a drink or dinner first. With you,” he shakes his head, “one touch and I came.” He laughs, which turns into a groan when I trail my fingers down his back to his round ass.

  “I’ve already told you I’ve never done anything with a guy before, so you’re the first to see me naked. You’re also the first guy I’ve really touched. You’re certainly the first to come on me.”

  He growls at my words and my smile widens. “I’d rather come in you.” He rocks against my swollen flesh where I ache to have him fill me, but I don’t want that until I’ve admitted about Carrie being the one to initially send me here to him. Her words still echo in my brain.

  “You’re too innocent to really attract a man like him. He needs someone who knows how to pleasure a man,” Carrie sneers. “The likes of you won’t be able to hold on to him.” She grins. “He needs a woman.”

  “Like you I suppose?”

  “Of course like me. At least I know how to get a guy off. You’d probably send him to sleep.”

  I turn away so she doesn’t see that I’m fighting back tears.

  “You know what, I dare you to go to him.”

  My eyes snap to hers and she laughs. “I dare you,” she hisses, getting in my face, “to walk right up to him in that villa and ask him to fuck you. I double dare you.”

  I stare at my sister wondering if she’s lost her mind. “We aren’t kids anymore, Carrie.”

  “No, we’re not, which is why I’m daring you to ask him to fuck you. He won’t because he’s a good boy, but I’m daring you anyway.” She stands with her hands on her hips, waiting.

  I’m going to do this. I’m going to do it because I know she expects me to run off to my room. Never in a million years is she actually expecting this of me.

  I narrow my eyes and smile at her surprised expression. “I accept.”

  Before I chicken out, I dash toward the villa and Michael McKenzie . . .

  “Why the frown?” he asks, caressing my face, his gentle fingers tracing an invisible line along my lips. “I’m nervous.” Which is true. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

  He softly smiles and dips down, capturing my lips in a long, sweet kiss. “I couldn’t hate you.” He nuzzles into my neck and brings his lips along my jaw before they finally rest against mine. His tongue slips between my lips and, holding him close, I fall completely for this man. As our passion rises, our breathing becomes heavy and his hips start to gently rock against me.

  Unable to stay still a moment longer, I meet the thrust of his hips and feel pleasure deep in my soul. My core aches to be joined with him and when he moves his mouth to a breast, liquid warmth pools between my legs. I know he feels what he does to me because he gasps, pulling his mouth away.

  “Please tell me you’re close,” he begs, dropping his face into my neck. “Tell me . . .”

  “God, yes!” I arch into his touch. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  He lifts himself up, resting on his hands, and looking into my eyes, he caresses over my body. I follow his gaze and feel my body overheating when I watch the hard length of his cock rubbing between the lips of my pussy.

  “You like that?” he asks, his breathing heavy and filled with need.

  “Yes,” I moan, feeling the fire in my belly as it begins to spread throughout me. I lose all thought and ride the fire raging through me.

  I grip Michael’s shoulders for all I’m worth as pleasure after pleasure ripples through my core. My release coats his flesh, and then I watch as Michael spills his semen onto my stomach. His whole body shudders with it and I feel his pleasure deep inside of me. I did this. I brought this big, beautiful man to pleasure and, by the look of things, it felt amazing.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,”
he whispers, seconds before collapsing on top of me. He sighs and wraps his arms around me, rolling so that he’s lying on his back with me spread out on top of him. “I made a mess.”

  “I love watching you make that kind of mess. It makes me feel good knowing I did that to you.” I kiss a nipple and, resting my chin on his chest, meet his gaze. “I’m afraid that when I walk out of your door, you’ll forget about me.”

  His hands caress along my back to my bottom causing shivers to race over my skin. “I won’t forget about you.” He pushes me into a sitting position and quickly wipes our stomachs clean of his release. His eyes darken as they caress over me, taking their fill. His hands cup my breasts, his thumb and finger tempting me to take everything.

  I arch forward and rub my pussy against his belly, feeling the prod of his dick against my ass as I do.

  Michael places his hands on my hips and holds me still. “The next time I get you off, I’m going to use my tongue, not my dick...and not like this.” He pants when I lean forward and rub my breasts against his chest. “Tonight I’m going to take you to dinner, and then I’m going to bring you back here to spend the night with me.”

  “Do you promise?” I ask wanting to believe him but finding it difficult. I’m the plain sister when it comes to Carrie and me—no one has ever really taken notice of me.

  He flips me over and, after a slow kiss, his mouth travels down my body—kissing my breasts...my navel...creating a path of fire when his mouth moves lower still. My body jerks as he kisses me right on the top of my mound. He inhales without taking his eyes from mine. “Tonight,” he moves over me, “you are going to be mine…I promise” He seals our lips together and kisses me like no other. It’s all consuming and holds promises.

  Grabbing hold of my butt, he lifts me into his arms and climbs from the bed, heading toward the bathroom. My eyes widen when I realize he plans to shower with me. “I don’t think me going in there with you is a good idea.”

  He grins. “Why not?”

  “Are you kidding me? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you if we get all wet and slippery together.”