McKenzie Cousins Box Set 4

I turn my face toward Ryan and reaching for his face, I cup his whiskered cheek as I lift my lips to his. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Hmm, me too.” He moves his lips in sync with mine, tightening his grip on me as our kiss grows hotter.

“I hate to interrupt,” Levi drawls.

We slowly break from the kiss and Ryan kisses the tip of my nose before replying, “Don’t you have anything better to do.” He laughs.

“No. What are cousins for but busting your balls?” Ryan winces. “At least stop with the touching and everything.” He waves his hands around. “It’s damn frustrating.”

“Hang out at Kenza a bit longer and I’m sure you’ll get hooked up.”

“Maybe, I will.” Levi glances between us. “I’m heading back into town.”

“Join us for lunch first,” Ryan invites. “I promise we’ll keep our body parts covered.”

“Jeez, thanks!” He shakes his head. “I’ll meet you at the Italian down the road.”

“We can do what I promised, right?” Ryan whispers, his lips trailing down my neck.

“I’m not dressed for a restaurant.”

“There’s a small boutique next to the restaurant. We’ll get you a dress.” He kisses along my jawline. “And a pair of shoes that fit you.”

“The red shoes I wore last night fit me.”

“Those shoes are ‘fuck me’ shoes, and no way are you strutting around in them today. I’m having a hard enough time not taking you back to my apartment and spending all day between those beautiful legs of yours.”

Clearing my throat, I move out of his arms and take his hand. “As much as I’d love that, I’m not sure my little pussy could take your penis over and over again in one day.”

My words have the desired effect, and his mouth falls open before snapping closed. I grin as he walks me back to his truck. Every step he takes is one of frustration. He even limps once or twice. It feels good and fills me with excitement, knowing he reacts to me in this way.

At the truck, he lifts me inside and gives me a pointed look.

I smirk in return.

“You know,” he grabs his erection and after some wrangling gets the large bulge to lie against his groin, “I think I was in high school the last time I had blue balls.”

Giggling, I add, “It will be good for you to wait.”

“Easy for you to say,” he grouches.

I kick the too-big chucks from my feet and curl into the seat, spreading my knees in a way to tease.

Ryan’s eyes go straight between my legs as a curse leaves his mouth.

“Drive, Ryan.” I love teasing this man, and the way he reacts to me is all the confidence I need to sit in this way.

“Close your legs,” he hisses, forcing his eyes to the road as he turns the truck and points it in the direction of the restaurant.

“Why?”

He doesn’t answer until he comes to a stop at the lights, and then he slowly turns his face toward mine. His eyes narrow and drift downwards. “Because”—he inhales and slowly exhales—“my dick is hard as fuck with you sitting there, showing me your wet pussy.” He licks his lips and continues, “Your little pink clit is swollen. All I want to do is pull over to the side of the road and shove my face between your legs.”

“Oh!” I finally do as he asks and close my legs, but only because I need to ease the ache that is building. I rub them together and give a little moan, which has Ryan cursing.

“You win,” he hisses.

He slides a hand up the leg of the shorts. I whimper and slide further down in the seat to give him better access.