McKenzie Cousins Box Set 4

“Hey, what’s up?” Dylan’s husky tone travelled over my skin sending goose bumps down my spine, and elsewhere. He raised a brow and snaked an arm across my stomach to pull me down with him, our naked bodies intertwining. He cupped the back of my neck and used his thumb to caress along my cheek. “Tell me why you looked upset?” he asked softly.

Inhaling was a mistake because Dylan’s scent teased my senses. I snuggled closer and buried my nose in the crook of his neck. “My uncle is on his way to pick us up. The roads have been cleared.”

“I guess that means separate bedrooms, huh? I can always sneak into yours.” Dylan’s other hand slipped down and rubbed my bottom, pressing me closer until his erection lay thickly along my groin. He dipped and nibbled on my lips. “I can’t get enough of you Jenna. Your uncle isn’t going to keep us apart.”

Moaning against his mouth, I gave in to what I wanted, which was Dylan. I wanted to feel him moving inside of me. Feel his sweaty body above me. “Do you mean that? You really want me?”

He raised up and stared down into my eyes. “Jenna, what am I going to do with you?”

I grinned wickedly as I wrapped my hand around his penis. He caught his breath and his eyes drifted closed the more I stroked. “I think I know what you’re going to do with me. To me.”

Panting hard, he whispered, “You’d be right,” as he moved and knelt between my spread thighs.

I couldn’t take my eyes from the sexy, naked guy kneeling before me. Just the sight made my heart pound and the ache between my legs grew.

Watching him through my lower lids, my legs twitched when he took hold of his thick penis. I enjoyed watching him touch himself and that made it hotter. My lower belly quivered with pleasure and my breath became heavy. He dropped his hands to my legs and caressed my skin up to my hips. His fingers left a trail of fire. He pressed the root of his cock between my legs sending tingling sensations swirling around in my pussy. He slowly rocked while his hands found my breasts. His fingers teased at my dark nipples making them tight with need, and then his dark head dipped, and he poked his tongue out, lapping at each nipple. Goose bumps covered my flesh. He had me so lost. I wiggled and arched. Moaned and sighed. I had a hard time catching my breath.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged his head up so that his eyes met my gaze. “I’m aching for you Dylan,” I whispered against his lips before I captured them. Moaning into his mouth, he pressed me down against the bed. He shivered when my legs wrapped around his hips. My feet slipped down his butt and fell between his legs. I held on and pressed and rubbed against his penis making him, impossibly, harder.

“Now, Dylan,” I begged. “Please.”

Dylan moved his hips and reached between his legs. His own touch caused him to leak with excitement, but it was nothing compared to how it felt to have the head of his penis hovering just inside me. I squeezed him so hard that his eyes crossed.

“Jesus,” he cursed and exhaled. “Give me a minute.” The moment he filled me, he trembled on the edge. “My heart is pounding, and my balls are so fucking swollen that I’m going crazy.”

I dug my fingers into Dylan’s shoulders. I had no control over the way my pussy grabbed hold of his cock and wouldn’t let it go. He caught his breath and slowly slid out to the tip before he glided back inside. I quivered around him, knowing I was on the brink of release.

When I smiled up into his eyes, I knew we were in trouble. With one hard clench of my muscles, we both fell into release. His penis jerked, the warm release touching something inside of me. I quivered and pulsated through the height of my own pleasure, never wanting to let go of this beautiful man I’d fallen in love with.

Dylan wrapped me tightly in his arms and captured my lips with his, the kiss burning me up while his hips slowly rocked. He slowly slipped free of my body and rolled off of me to his back. I felt chilled until he grabbed me up in his arms and tucked me against his body, yanking the cover over us. “How long do you think it will take your uncle to get here?”

“The snow will make it a longer journey, so maybe a couple of hours.”

“Then we’ll stay under the covers as long as we can.” He kissed my forehead. “I don’t know what you were really thinking before, but to clear something up.” He kissed me again, his arms tightening. “You and me, we’re not just a holiday romance. You’re my girl, Jenna. Get used to it.”

Tears gathered on my lashes. “Really?”

Dylan lifted my face to his and kissed me gently on the lips. “Yes, really.” He smiled, brushing my tears away. “We’ll just have to be creative to get time alone while we’re with your family.” He nuzzled into my neck and rubbed along my back. “I can get very creative.”

“Hmm, I bet you can.”

“How much time do we have left here?” Dylan wiggled his brows.

Laughing, I grabbed his ass. “Enough.”

9

Dylan

Isaac was a character! From his accent to the way he chatted the entire drive back to his home in the wilds of Ahascragh, which, before we’d even travelled an hour, Jenna was fast asleep on the backseat. She looked really cute with her curls popping from the bottom of the wooly hat on her head. I’d yet to see the temper redheads were known for. I smiled imagining how hot she’d look when she was all worked up. She seriously underestimated her attraction to the male population. I’d seen others looking at her, and I hadn’t liked it. Now she was my girl, I’d have the right to show them who she’d chosen to be with.

The sudden sound of a throat being cleared drew my gaze to Isaac who looked between his niece and me. I was twenty-one and felt like I was blushing as my younger self would have done. “She’s cute.” I shrugged and leaned forward to gently shake Jenna on the shoulder. I actually wanted to bend and kiss her sweet lips but thought better of it.

Her sleepy eyes opened and the smile that started to spread across her face did things to my heart. She was sexy and made me want to crawl on top of her and continue what we’d been doing earlier. Luckily, she remembered where we were and her eyes widen, glancing over my shoulder.

“Uncle Isaac, are we there yet?” she grinned and laughed. “I can’t believe I slept most of the way here.”

“You slept all the way here,” Isaac grumbled. “While Dylan spent his time yawning his head off.” He glanced between us, huffed and opened the boot, not the trunk, of his car where our luggage was stored.