McKenzie Cousins Box Set 1

by Lexi Buchanan

  No words are exchanged for a while but he does eventually turn to face me, his jaw tightening when he glances over my shoulder.

  I lean closer and ask, “What are you doing Alex?”

  He searches my gaze and he finally figures out that I know. “How?”

  Wincing, I admit, “Brooke and I, we were in the hay loft…” I let the rest hang in the air.

  His eyes widen in surprise but then fill with resignation. “I didn’t ask for this, Michael. I’ve tried not to think about her, but she’s there. All the time. No matter what I’m doing, she’s there. I know it’s wrong but, damn it to hell, I don’t know what to do. Seeing her with someone else kills me.”

  Reaching out, I squeeze his shoulder as his gaze goes back to the bar. I turn and find Rachel still dancing but with her gaze on Alex, looking just as miserable, and then, even from this distance, I realize she’s crying.

  Rachel tries to move away from the man she’s dancing with, but he grabs her wrist and tugs her back to him. He holds her against him while she struggles. His hands must be bruising.

  Slamming my beer down, I quickly move in to help her as I catch Ryan moving in from the opposite side with security behind him.

  Just as I’m about to grab Rachel free, Alex gets to her and wraps her in his arms, his eyes blazing an angry fire at the asshole whom Ryan currently has in a headlock. Then I watch as Alex puts Rachel behind him and takes a step to the guy. I step in front of him, placing my hand on his chest. “She needs you. Don’t get arrested.”

  He breathes heavily but quickly turns back to Rachel. Over his shoulder, he shouts, “Tell the others I’ll see Rachel home.”

  I nod. “Olivia can drop Paige.”

  He wraps an arm around Rachel’s shoulders and all I can think is that they shouldn’t be going anywhere together especially while they’re both upset.

  Feeling a hand on the middle of my back, I turn, curling my arms around Brooke.

  “Is everything okay?”

  I kiss her on the top of her head. “It is now.”

  “Where are Rachel and Alex?” Paige asks.

  “I’m not sure, but she’s okay, and Alex will make sure of that.”

  Paige frowns but gets distracted when Olivia drags her away.

  57

  Brooke

  Michael waits until the man who had Rachel is thrown from Kenza before he moves me toward our table and tugs me down onto his lap. He holds me close and then says, “Alex is now aware we know about him and Rachel.” He offers me a wry grin. “I told him we were in the hay loft.”

  I slap a hand over my mouth on a gasp. “You did not?”

  He chuckles. “I wanted him to know that I’d seen them together. He would have presumed that you had been with me whether or not I’d admitted it.”

  After a few minutes, I ask, “How was he?”

  “Upset, jealous that she could openly dance with someone else.” I shrug. “I’m so damn glad that it isn’t me in that situation because it would kill me not being able to be with you.”

  “I think it’s killing your cousin.”

  “He said that.” Michael tightens his hold around my waist and watching the sadness on his face, I decide to lighten the mood, and as we currently have the table to ourselves…

  “I’ve never been naughty in a club before,” I whisper into his ear and get a reaction beneath my bottom.

  He pauses with his drink to his lips. “Is that a fact?”

  He takes a drink.

  “Hmm,” I breathe into his ear, “I think you need to touch me.”

  He chokes on his drink.

  I smirk. “For starters, I think you need to slip a hand up my dress to check how wet I am,” I tease and move around so that my legs are now toward the inner circle of the table.

  When he places the bottle of beer on the table, he places his trembling hand on my knee and slowly slips it between my thighs. My breathing becomes heavy as does Michael’s and when he reaches my panties, he moves the material aside, rubbing his fingers through my arousal.

  His erection prods me in the bottom making me wetter. It doesn’t help that I have him breathing heavily in my ear while he teases my folds, and then, when he enters me with a finger, my body shudders in response.

  “I’m going to make you come while we sit here.” He thrusts his finger in and out while stringing my clit with his thumb. “Ugh,” he groans. “Your nipples are begging for my mouth. I need to take you somewhere else.”

  He goes to remove his hand, but I hold him there. “I’m so close…please.”

  He holds my gaze as his fingers plunge and attack while I grip his shoulders, and then I feel my release spinning through my body until I shudder, biting into his shoulder so that I don’t scream.

  Michael curses into my neck as he slowly removes his fingers.

  Unable to catch a full breath, I watch as he slowly sucks his fingers into his mouth. “You taste good.”

  “I need you inside me. Right now.”

  His eyes widen in surprise and I feel his need under my bottom. His shaft is hugely swollen and feels rock hard. He has to be uncomfortable like that.

  “Let’s go.” He puts me on my feet and, holding my hips from behind, guides me to the back of the club. We keep going and then we’re out in the alley behind the club. “I can’t wait to get home.”

  He turns me around and captures my lips. His kiss is heated and holds so much promise that my toes curl in my shoes.

  “I need you now. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. All that heat and wetness.”

  “Yes.” I reach between us and make quick work of his trousers, and then I feel my bottom hit something.

  I turn and realize he’s laying me down on top of the bonnet of a car. I wrap my legs around his hips and moan when he moves my panties to the side and plunges into me.

  My back arches as I’m hit with an overload of pleasure, regardless of the fact that I’ve just come. He stretches me but when I feel the tickle of his pubic hair against me, I know he’s buried so deeply that my body clenches around his thick penis.

  Michael groans and drops over me. “You keep doing that and I’ll be coming without even moving.”

  “Please move,” I beg.

  He tugs my dress down and captures a breast with his mouth, humming around it…and slowly starts to move until his hips hammer against me.

  Michael stands and holding my hips continues his punishing thrusts, bringing my body alive with so much need that I suddenly start rippling along the length of him. I shout and grab hold of his arms for support as my orgasm claims me so deeply that I’m surprised I haven’t pulled his dick off.

  With one last hard thrust, Michael throws his head back, the tendons in his neck visible, and groans spilling his seed.

  He collapses on top of me, and minutes later he starts laughing. Shaking his head, he slips free of my body and quickly dresses himself before he tugs my panties into place and helps me with my dress.

  “Do you want the restroom?”

  I wince. “I think I better… What’s so amusing?”

  He grins. “We’ve just had sex on top of Ryan’s baby.”

  “We have not? I thought he had a truck?”

  “He does, but this car…his pride and joy.”

  “At least he doesn’t know.”

  Michael entwines our fingers together and tugs me back into the club. “I wish I could tease him about it.”

  “Don’t you dare!” I lightly bump his shoulder as he pulls me to a stop as Ryan comes around the corner.

  Ryan moves closer and says, “I’m sending you the bill for the car wash.” The man smirks and looks pleased with himself. As he moves away, he shouts over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, I deleted the security footage. You owe me.”

  He walks away.

  I don’t need to look in a mirror to realize that my face is bright red with embarrassment, but as Michael looks at me, I realize he looks pleased with himself.

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p; “Why do you look happy?” I ask, narrowing my gaze.

  Michael grins. “I’ve just had hot sex with the woman I love. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

  “I can still feel you between my legs.”

  His eyes darken.

  I pull him down to me and kiss his cheek. “I love you.” Delight fills his gaze as I kiss his cheek again. “I’m going to find the restroom and clean up. Don’t go getting into any trouble.”

  He taps me on the bottom as I move away and nothing can wipe the smile off my face, even when I try to avoid Ryan’s gaze as I pass him.

  “Not so fast,” he laughs, catching my arm. “I’ll walk with you.”

  I raise a brow. “I’m going to the restroom.”

  “Obviously my direction is a bit different.” His grin is infectious, but he becomes serious as he pulls me further down the corridor and out of the way of the door to the restrooms. “Do you know what’s going on with Alex and Rachel?”

  My heart sinks because I can’t be the one to tell their family.

  “I see that you do,” he drawls and waits.

  Exhaling, I admit, “Look, it’s none of my business and I feel really uncomfortable talking to anyone about them. Maybe you should ask Michael, or even better, Alex.”

  He searches my gaze, and curses. “Never mind, I know. I guess I wanted you to tell me otherwise.”

  I wince. “I’m sorry, but I really do need the restroom.”

  He offers me a wry smile and his eyes alight with mirth. “There’s so much I could say to that, but as I don’t think a black eye will do me much good with the ladies, I’ll refrain.”

  Nudging him, I say, “I appreciate that.”

  All I hear is his chuckling as I disappear into the restroom.

  58

  Michael

  Brooke is in the kitchen making coffee, and the sight of her in my shirt is one I’ll never get tired of. The shirt drops to mid-thigh, hinting at the lush bottom, which she is wiggling as she rocks to the gentle song by Hozier.

  Turning with a coffee cup to her lips, she catches me leaning against the doorjamb with my eyes on her. She reaches behind her and slowly moves toward me offering me a cup of coffee.

  Smiling, I accept and curl an arm around her waist, pulling her against my side. I kiss the top of her head and rest there for a moment.

  This woman has quickly come to mean everything to me and I don’t even want to imagine my life without her. I love her and want her to be my wife, which she knows, although I’m not sure whether or not she thought I was joking when I’d mentioned it to Ryan. I wasn’t.

  “I’m looking forward to meeting your grandparents later today. I’m nervous too.” Brooke rubs her face into my chest. “The rest of your family will be there, right?”

  I smile against the top of her head. “They’ll be there and they’ll love you.”

  My hand slips down to the curve of her butt cheek and when I squeeze, she jumps and slaps me away.

  “None of that,” she teases backing away. “I need the other kind of food right now.” Placing her cup down onto the table, she steps into me and wraps her arms around my neck. “But afterwards, I won’t be opposed to the that kind of food.”

  I smile and brush the hair from her face before settling my lips over hers in a sweet kiss. “Love you,” I whisper, brushing my lips back and forth along hers. “I can’t wait to introduce you to the others. Joshua will be there also, which makes me happy.”

  “So I’ll get to meet an FBI agent, huh?” She grins.

  I tease, “No asking to see his handcuffs.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Hmm, do you by any chance own a set of handcuffs?”

  Hiding my surprise, I reply, “I’m sure it could be arranged.”

  She shakes her head and backs further into the kitchen. “One of your neck ties will be sufficient for what I have in mind later.”

  Of course, with that remark, my mind goes totally off breakfast and on to more enjoyable things.

  Her deep throaty laugh snaps my eyes up from her smooth legs to meet her amused gaze. “I’m sure you’re thinking of all the ways you can use that idea on me,” she smirks, “and I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with more while you sit there,” she points at the kitchen table, “and I cook us Spanish omelets.”

  Groaning, I move toward the table, hissing when my cock knocks against the table as I drop into the chair. I quickly glance at Brooke who won’t meet my gaze, although her shoulders shake with laughter.

  I narrow my gaze. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back for this boner later.”

  “Aww, poor baby,” she mumbles, her face alight with laughter.

  Coughing, I sit forward and inhale deeply before I slowly exhale, and then the scent of burning reaches my nose. I glance at Brooke who suddenly looks alarmed as she dashes back to the stove.

  “It isn’t that bad,” she mumbles.

  Breakfast could be a while.

  “My grandparents think you’re so pretty,” Olivia adds, sliding her arm through Brooke’s. “Grandma keeps telling everyone.”

  “They’re so cute,” Brooke adds. “I want to have that one day.” She looks toward where my grandparents are sitting. “They look as in love today as I bet they were at the beginning of their relationship.”

  “They are,” Paige answers. “All our parents have that too, which means we’re going to have it.”

  “Not while you’re still twenty-one, you’re not,” Dylan, my cousin, Sebastian and Carla’s son, interrupts, causing everyone to go silent because it wasn’t said in a pleasant tone.

  He’s at the same school as our cousins, Paige, Rachel, and Jaxon, and something tells me there’s a lot going on there.

  Paige glares at our cousin, narrows her eyes, moves to get right in his face. “You have to stop this. It’s none of your business.” She turns and slowly moves away.

  Madison, his sister, asks, “What was that about?”

  “Nothing.”

  “It doesn’t look like nothing,” she mumbles beside him.

  “Leave it.” Dylan moves away from us.

  “Well, that has me even more curious,” Olivia states and turns to Rachel.

  “Hey, don’t look at me.” Rachel waves her arms around. “That has nothing to do with me, either.”

  “You know though,” Olivia pushes.

  Rachel sighs. “Yeah, but I’m not going to say.” She shakes her head. “It’s like having lots of brothers and sisters instead of just cousins.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Joshua drawls.

  I smile at my brother, relieved that he’s finally arrived.

  My arm tightens around Brooke, as Joshua looks her over, which takes longer than usual so I narrow my eyes.

  He eventually laughs. “Don’t worry, I’m well aware she’s yours.” He lets his gaze travel across the garden to where Ryan is talking to his father.

  I curse under my breath when Joshua meets my gaze and all I see is mirth. “He didn’t?”

  Brooke looks at me. “Who didn’t what?”

  “I’ll kill him,” I growl.

  Joshua laughs as I hear Brooke groan into my chest. “Please tell me everyone doesn’t know?” she moans.

  “Knows what? What are we missing?” Olivia asks, frowning.

  “Michael put a dint of sorts into Ryan’s baby,” Joshua adds, smirking as he wraps Brooke up into a hug, pulling her away from me. He holds my gaze but whispers something to my woman before passing her back. “She feels good,” he comments trying to get a rise out of me. It so isn’t going to work today.

  “Tell me,” Brooke starts, “do you carry handcuffs?’

  I smirk with Joshua caught off guard but his smile soon returns and he replies, “Why, you want me to show you them?”

  “In your dreams.” I punch him in the arm.

  He backs out of reach while laughing.

  “No, but Michael would like to borrow them,” Brooke comments.

  Olivia b
ursts out laughing, Rachel and Madison joining her. “So funny,” she cries. “The look on Joshua’s face.”

  “What’s G-Man up to?” Ryan asks, slinging his arm around Joshua.

  Those two have always been in cahoots, ever since we were kids, and nothing changes as they whisper together.

  Ryan’s eyes light up as his gaze finds mine. “Handcuffs?” he grins. “If I knew you were into kink Brooke,” he wiggles his brows.

  “This isn’t funny,” I mumble, starting to lose all humor.

  “Cool it, Mickey,” Joshua chuckles. “Brooke’s definitely one of us.” He faces Brooke. “Welcome to the family.”

  I look down at Brooke and feel my heartstrings tug in my chest when she meets my gaze. She’s delighted with how my family have taken to her and although I’m not impressed with what’s going to be running through Josh and Ryan’s minds, I’m so in love with Brooke I no longer give a shit.

  And now is the time…

  My stomach flutters with nerves and all I can think about is her answer. She could say no.

  Moving out into open space between where my grandparents, parents, aunts, and uncles are sitting, and that of my cousins, I take Brooke’s hand as I go down on one knee.

  Her smile slips as she realizes what I’m about to do and tears spring into her eyes.

  I kiss her knuckles, before saying, “Brooke, I know this is fast, but I know I have no wish to ever be without you.” I show her the ring. “I love you, will you marry me?”

  At her nod, I slip the ring onto her finger, and quickly standing, I wrap her up against me.

  “Yes,” she whispers, clinging to me. “Yes, I’ll marry you and I’ll love you forever.”

  I pull away and seal my lips over hers while my family cheers and whistles around us.

  Epilogue

  Brooke

  We’ve moved inside now that the evening is cooler, and I couldn’t be happier. Michael’s family have made me feel welcome and with the teasing from Joshua and Ryan, I feel as though I truly belong as well.