McKenzie Cousins Box Set 3

Groaning, nothing but getting inside of Mallory is in my head. Nothing. I can’t think, but only feel. Mallory wraps her body around me, her forehead against mine. “Yes,” she whispers.

The moment her words leave her mouth, I thrust hard and bury myself all the way inside of her. There isn’t any room left to get anything between us as I feel her core tighten around my dick. She’s warm and so very wet that I’m afraid if I move I’ll come…then I remember. “No fucking condom.”

Her eyes widen in surprise and I desperately want her to tell me it’s okay, that she’s protected because I’m an asshole and never gave it a thought, but she doesn’t. Her lips might not be saying what I want to hear, but her body is telling me something completely different as her inner muscles tremble around me. I can’t leave her body. Hell, the chance that I’m going to come before I even retreat is high. Very high.

Mallory wiggles and I start fucking her. I’ve lost all control of my body as my cock pumps into Mallory in long hard thrusts. She’s wild in my arms, trying to grab onto anything she can. Using my hips to hold her against the wall, I grind on her while I use my hands to get at her naked tits. Just the feel of the plump mounds in my hands is enough to have my balls tingling. “I need you to come,” I hiss at Mallory. “Fuck Mal, I have to pull out when I come, but I have to make it good for you.” I pinch her nipples, tugging and rolling them between my fingers.

First tiny flutters wrap themselves around my cock, and then she comes. Her body goes tight and writhes on me while she holds onto my shoulders. With every strong tug on my flesh, I feel my release leaking into her, and I know I have to pull out before she’s finished or I’m not going to be able to.

In one long withdrawal, I have my cock out and the crown rubbing on her clit, which finishes me off. I come all over her pussy while my finger continues to draw out Mallory’s pleasure.

Once I start thinking with the head on my shoulders, the scene isn’t pretty. I have my hand on Mallory’s mound while my finger slowly massages inside of her, and my cock is still hard, and rubbing on her ass.

How the fuck am I going to get out of this?

“I can honestly say,” Mallory starts, breathless, “I’ve never in my entire career done this with anyone under my authority.” She pants. “Nor have I had sex on an op before either.”

“Don’t say you regret it.” I close my eyes and keep my face buried in her neck while I slowly remove my hand from between her legs. “Say anything, but not that.”

She wiggles out of my arms and stares when my cock springs up past my belly button. She reaches out and wraps a hand around it while my eyes hold hers. After two strokes, she unbuttons my pants for better access and gently puts me away, tugging up the zipper.

“I didn’t say I regretted it. I said I’ve never done it before with someone I work with.” Her eyes look haunted as she quickly glances around the place before back to mine. “We’re here to do a job, which I forgot.” She swallows hard. “I forgot every damn thing the moment you touch me.”

My smile is smug until I catch a wince on her face as she tries to move away. I grab her arm and pull her into me. “I’m not sorry we did this. I’m only sorry that I didn’t come inside of you.” I groan. “God, Mallory. You felt amazing wrapped around me.”

I feel her shiver. She takes a step into my body and whispers, “I’m sorry you didn’t too.” Her eyes briefly meet mine and a blush creeps on her cheekbones. “I have you dripping down my thighs,” she hisses. “I need to go and clean up.”

Acknowledging her words, I grin and interlace our fingers. “I’ll go with you.”

“You look happy with yourself,” she comments, shaking her head, and I do catch a twitch of her lips.

“I’ve just had you in my arms, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

Tears briefly reach her eyes before she looks away, and says, “I’m a big girl so I’m fairly sure I’m capable of finding the restroom on my own.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll walk you to the restroom. I won’t enter. But we stick together in this place.”

She nods, and while we’re making our way to the restrooms, I notice her pull herself together and by the time we reach our destination, I’ve lost her.

28

Joshua

Two Months Later

Joshua

February the first and all I can think about is getting back to work, at least that’s what I try to tell myself. In reality, I don’t want to go back. As a young boy I always dreamed about being a tough FBI agent. I’m both tough and an agent, but my heart isn’t in it anymore, not as much as it once was. I’m good at my job, but since I was shot in the leg the day I returned to work after the Christmas holidays, I’ve been rethinking what I actually want to do with the rest of my life.

I can wait until I’m fighting fit without the hindrance of a limp, and I can go back and work under Mallory’s command, or I can leave. Leaving the bureau after the years I’ve dedicated to becoming an agent doesn’t seem realistic, and I am leaning toward asking for advance training to become part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I’m not even sure if there are any openings for a rookie or even if I have the option of applying.

Part of my way of thinking is Mallory. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind before we had gone under cover, and I certainly can’t get her out now. I want her with me as the woman in my life, but while I’m under her command that won’t ever happen. I’m even beginning to lose hope that it ever will. She only came to see me once when I was in the hospital and I’d been asleep. My nurse had told me though—about the chestnut haired woman who’d stayed with me during my first night in the hospital. Apparently she’d snuck in once everyone else had cleared out. She’d been caught with tears on her face while she’d clung to my hand. The nurse had made sure I knew every detail of her stay with me. That had given me hope, but over a month later and no word from her. Her secretary had been doing the follow up calls to check on how I am.

The woman was frustrating. She actually had my body frustrated to all hell. Just remembering that night in the club did things to me. Sometimes, I’d wake in the middle of the night so hard that I could pound nails, and the only relief I’ve gotten has been from my own fist. I’ve never been so fucking horny before and I don’t like it. It’s just an inconvenience.

As to who shot me, no one knows although we all think it has something to do with the hunter going after the couples from the club. He hasn’t been caught yet, and the leads have dried up. He basically stopped the night Mallory and I visited the club. Nothing. No bodies, or one word from him. I think he was the one to shoot me in broad daylight while I was off the clock, jogging in the park. No one saw anything. Or heard anything. I have to admit that I hadn’t either. One minute I’d been jogging and the next I was on the ground with my leg feeling as though it was on fire. It had taken me a moment or two to realize that I’d actually been shot. I’m not usually so distracted and may have noticed someone out of the ordinary, but my mind had been focused on the brief encounter I’d had with Mallory. I’d been running to try and get rid of my thoughts and feelings toward her.