Blind Love (Cowboys & Angels 5)

Harley and I both laughed.

After kissing us both, she took a few steps back and a mischievous smirk appeared on her face.

“Mom? That is the face of a woman who is fixin’ to butt into someone’s life.”

“Me?” she asked, pointing to herself. “Nonsense. Now, let’s get those pictures going so we can get to the reception and y’all can get on out of here. I need more grandbabies.”

Harley and I glanced at one another and I winked. That process had already begun.

The red dress she had on was driving me fucking insane. I’d adjusted my cock at least four times while watching her get ready. There was no way I was going to make it through this dinner.

Harley stood next to me, my arm around her waist. I pulled her possessively against me. I loved the way she leaned her body into mine. Like she needed me to keep her upright. She chatted about some excursion that the young couple had signed up for tomorrow. I wasn’t paying attention, and I was positive the husband of the girl talking was on the same page as I was. I would have been happy staying in our bungalow tonight, but Harley insisted we go out for dinner. I couldn’t argue with her. I’d had her holed up in our little slice of heaven for the last three days. Room service had been the only thing we’d eaten, and she deserved a nice night out.

My hand pressed slightly against the small of her back, giving her the signal I was ready to get to our table. The faster we ate, the faster we got back to our room.

Our room. I smiled. It was more than a room. It was fucking paradise. Harley’s fingers landed on The Maldives when we randomly picked a honeymoon destination. I had no idea how we lucked out getting into the Anantara Veli Resort, but we did. Our first night was spent making love in the hot tub. The second night we went for a swim and made love in the crystal-clear water lit by the moonlight. I somehow managed to talk Harley into that. Hottest damn moment of my life—especially knowing we could have been caught at any moment. Today was spent exploring. I voted for the hot tub again, she voted for a nice dinner out, with the promise of the hot tub later.

“Where are you from again?” the redhaired girl asked for the second time.

“Sweetheart, let’s let them go to dinner. Tripp looks…hungry.”

“You have no idea,” I replied.

He nodded. “I’m sure I have some idea.”

I gave him a knowing grin. Poor guy. Today was their first day on their honeymoon and his new wife had already dragged him out of their bungalow. Sucks for him.

My phone went off in my khaki dress pants.

“Excuse me,” I said, pulling it out. Cord’s name splashed across my screen.

Cord: You need to come home. Now.

I typed out a quick response.

Me: Piss off. I’m on my honeymoon, dickhead.

Cord: Listen here, Grumpy Smurf, Mom has lost her damn mind. I need you here to distract her from her current mission.

Damn. He’d piqued my interest.

Me: What is she doing?

Cord: She is butting into my life. That’s what she’s doing. I guess she got bored with Trevor, so she’s coming after me.

I chuckled.

Me: How exactly is she coming after you?

Cord: She thinks I’ve grown a fondness for the Irish. I opened my refrigerator today to find three tubs of Irish butter in there!

I laughed, and Harley glanced my way. Her smile nearly sent me to the ground each time. I had pinched myself a dozen times over the last few days, making sure this wasn’t one of my dreams where I dared to think Harley and I would ever get back together.

Me: My wife is giving me fuck-me eyes…later.

Cord: DUDE! Too. Much. Information.

Slipping my phone into my pocket, I cleared my throat. “Honey, we better get to our dinner reservation.”

Harley nodded. “Enjoy your trip tomorrow! I hope you have fun.”

The young woman clapped her hands in excitement while her poor bastard husband forced a smile.

“So they seemed nice.”

“They’ll be fighting in less than twenty-four hours.”

She looked up at me and frowned. “How do you know?”

“It’s easy. You can tell by the poor guy’s body language he hasn’t been able to have sex with his wife yet. She’s probably kept him going since they landed on the island.”

Harley covered her mouth to hide her laughter. “She did mention they’ve been on the go exploring all day.”

“See? Poor bastard.”

Hitting me in the stomach, Harley laced her fingers in mine as we made our way to dinner.

After an amazing meal and another round of conversations with yet another couple on their honeymoon, I practically dragged Harley back to our bungalow.

The moment we walked into the room, I had her pinned up against the door. My mouth on hers. I knew my unshaven face was rough against her mouth and face, but she didn’t complain. Instead she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me in closer. My hand went behind her leg, lifting it at the knee while I pushed my hard cock into her stomach.