Blind Love (Cowboys & Angels 5)

“I thought you left.”

My lips twisted into a smile. “Before we have our pancakes?”

She laughed and let her eyes roam over me again. “So, do you always have pajamas with you?”

I looked down and laughed. “I swung by my house after I got you home and in bed.”

With a nod, she turned back and flipped the pancakes. Slipping onto the stool at her island, I watched as she slid the pancakes on the plate and poured two more onto the griddle.

“Do you remember the first time you made me breakfast?” she asked with a chuckle.

I laughed. “How could I forget? We almost burned down my parents’ guesthouse.”

Her smile faded some, and she looked away. The memory was strong for both of us and I was instantly taken back in time.

“Tripp, we’re going to get into trouble!” Harley whispered.

“Nonsense,” I said, turning the key in the lock. “My folks are out of town and your folks think you’re staying the night with Paxton.”

We stepped into the guesthouse, and I turned on the lights.

Harley shrugged off her coat and laid it over the back of the sofa. All it took was one glimpse of her hard nipples through her thin sweater and I was all over her. My mouth pressed to hers as I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my body. A moan slipped from her mouth as I pressed my cock into the warmth between her legs.

“You drive me fucking crazy, do you know that?” I whispered against her soft lips.

She drew her head back and stared into my eyes. “Show me how much I drive you crazy.”

My tongue slid over my lips as I set her on the back of the sofa.

“Let me start breakfast first.”

“Tease,” she playfully said before cocking her head to the side. “Breakfast, huh? That’s going to be the first meal you make me?”

“Bacon and eggs are my specialty.”

She gave me a hard look. “Aren’t they the only things you know how to make?”

“Minor details.”

I moved into the kitchen and got everything ready while Harley stayed in the living room.

“Need help?” she called out.

“Nope, I’ve got this.”

I found a frying pan and opened up the bacon I had grabbed from the house. I settled the bacon in the pan, turned the fire to low and headed back to the living room. Harley had hopped off the sofa and was standing in front of the fireplace looking at photos.

Fuck if I didn’t want her every single time I looked at her. I was like a crazed, horny bastard when she was within a few feet of me.

She must have felt my stare because she turned around and faced me. I ached to be inside her. I stripped out of my clothes while she watched. Even though we had made love in the back of my truck earlier, I needed her again. She was an addiction I would never be able to break.

Her mouth opened slightly. She watched me with heated eyes as I stroked myself.

“Tripp,” she barely whispered. “I want you.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a cocky smile. “Then come take what’s yours.”

With one quick movement, she lifted her sweater over her head and made her way to me. I pushed the lace bra over her breasts and took a nipple into my mouth as I twisted and pulled the other one.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

“I want to fuck you, Harley.”

“Yes,” she hissed as she grabbed my cock.

My fingers and hands worked fast to get her jeans and panties off.

“Tripp, please…” she begged.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, we both moaned. “You’re always so wet for me, baby.”

Our mouths crashed together as I finger fucked her. Her hips riding hard against my hand. The sounds of her moans into my mouth as she came nearly had me coming myself. I lifted my mouth from hers. “Turn around and put your hands on the back of the sofa. I want you from behind.”

Her tongue slid over her bottom lip before she bit down on it and did what I said.

I looked at her perfect ass sticking up, waiting for me to push my cock into her pussy. My heart slammed against my chest. Bending down, I grabbed my wallet from my jeans and took out a condom. I tore it open and quickly put it on.

When I grabbed her hips, she looked over her shoulder. A sexy-as-fuck grin moved over her face as she purred, “Show me, Tripp. Show me what I do to you.”

One quick push and I was filling her all the way. Her gasp made me stop, worried I’d hurt her.

“Don’t. Don’t stop.” She was panting, the need rolling off of her in waves.

Leaning over, I kissed her back. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Her body shuddered. “Fuck me,” she gasped—either from hearing herself say it or from me filling her completely.