McKenzie Cousins Box Set 1

Giggling, I try my best to hide behind my hand but it doesn’t work as she gives me an evil look. “I’m sorry,” I apologize. “But one, why would anyone hit on you when you’re sitting with our brother, and cousin? And, you completely underestimate yourself. There’s nothing wrong with your boobs, or your figure for that matter. You need a make over though.”

“What?” she mumbles.

“You need to wear sexier clothes,” I point out.

“I’m an architect, Sirena. I can’t walk around in sexy clothes.”

Rolling my eyes, I tug her from the seat. “C’mon before Mom comes looking for us . . . and yes you can wear sexy clothes.” I grin. “I have a plan.”

“Why does that make me nervous,” she grumbles.

“Don’t be silly.” I grin as we leave the dressing room. “This is going to be fun.”

“I thought that you’re supposed to be resting.” She raises a brow.

“I can rest in the store with Mom while you try clothes on.”

“Oh God! Mom as well? I’m going to have no chance am I?”

“None.”

“Why are you grinning so much and why are you,” Mom glances at Charlotte, “looking like you’re heading in front of a death squad?”

“We’ll tell you once we leave here,” I reply, and then whisper, “these walls have ears.”

Mom glances over her shoulder. “Yes, they do.”

The store assistant hovers in the background with a fake smile on her face, probably waiting for us to pay so she can count up her commission on the sale.

Thirty minutes later we’re in Mom’s car with the air conditioning blowing directly onto my face after the heat had become too much during the two-minute walk from the store.

23

Garrett

I stand at the front door and quietly observe Sirena through the glass. She’s lying back on the sofa with her feet propped up on some cushions, a secretive smile on her beautiful lips. I feel as though I’m in a dream when it hits me that she will be my wife—my family—at the weekend.

I’d given up hope of ever having someone, but now that I’ve found her, I can’t imagine her not being by my side.

Her smile widens as she turns toward the door and spots me watching her. I quickly enter and dropping my bags to the floor, I move closer.

At the feel of her hand on my leg, my eyes fill with amusement as she slowly slides it further up my thigh. Her eyes fill with mischief as I lean over and cup her face in my hands. “You are so beautiful,” I whisper just before my lips capture hers in the sweetest of kisses. “I missed you today,” I admit, placing feather like kisses over her face before covering her waiting mouth once more. I deepen the kiss, and groan into her mouth when her wandering hand makes contact with my erection.

“Mmm,” she mumbles, licking around my bottom lip. “You feel really, um, excited.”

“The minute you touch me, I am.” I kiss along her cheekbones, and whisper into her ear, “It’s a huge turn on when you look at me the way that you do. As though I’m everything to you. That’s what makes my heart beat rapidly in my chest. That’s what makes me aroused to the point of pain.” I kiss her cheek and grin. “I love you, honey.”

She removes her hand from my cock and slides her fingers through my hair, holding me in place. “You make me happy, Garrett. With you, I have everything that I ever dreamed of and sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure that I’m not dreaming.” She chuckles lightly, running her free hand lovingly through my hair.

“I have no objection to pinching that sweet bottom for you.” I nuzzle into her neck and placing a kiss to her collarbone, I sit on the coffee table, wincing when I do.

She giggles, watching as I adjust the bulge in my pants. “I can help you out with that,” she teases.

I take her hand into mine and kiss her fingers. “Hold that thought.”

Sirena frowns and starts to straighten, which I help her with. Once settled, I gently cup her face and trace her delicate cheekbones with the pad of my thumb. My other hand moves to cup the back of her head, my fingers twisting into her soft tresses. “I want to talk about the parents of your ex.”

“That’s what I was thinking about before my mind wandered to you as you arrived home.” She smiles. “I really don’t know what to do.” She pauses. “I know the right thing to do would be to let them be the grandparents that they are because they haven’t given up their rights, it was Harry who did that to them . . . but I’m worried that if we allow that, then Harry might be around and realize what he gave up, and cause trouble . . . and then I don’t know what you want. You’re just as important as this baby is to me and the last thing I want is to upset you.”