McKenzie Cousins Box Set 1

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.”