Harlow chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about my words. Finally, she sighed. “Okay. I guess you’re right. But . . . it’s not like we’re in a relationship, and I just . . .” She paused and looked down at us. I was still inside her and I could see that realization in her face as her pink cheeks turned even redder.
I eased out and groaned from the release of her warmth. Harlow watched me in fascination. If she didn’t stop, I was going to be ready to go again in less than five minutes. I reached over and grabbed some toilet paper and eased off the condom before looking back at her.
She jerked her attention off my c**k and then smiled at me shyly. “I forgot what I was saying.”
A loud knock on the door made her jump and I swore.
“Get your damn clothes on and get the f**k out of there,” Mase demanded loudly from the other side of the door.
Shit. Not what I wanted to deal with right now.
“Let me talk to him first,” she said, jumping down off the counter and reaching for her panties. Her angry brother might be outside, but I wasn’t letting him ruin this for me.
I took her panties from her hands and bent down to put them on her. Once I had them pulled up and in place I did the same with her jeans. She cooperated silently. When I fastened her bra I finally allowed myself to look at her. She had on enough clothes now that I could focus.
There was a softness there I hadn’t seen before. I wanted to keep her right here, locked away from everyone else in this moment. She slipped her arms into her shirt and I buttoned it up before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Then I quickly grabbed my jeans and jerked them on and pulled my shirt on over my head. We both slipped on our shoes. I ran my hands through her tangled hair until I had it looking as if she hadn’t just been completely f**ked in the bathroom.
“Let’s go,” I told her and opened the door so she could step out.
“Maybe you should stay in here,” she said quietly.
I shook my head. I wasn’t scared of the cowboy. “Hell, no.”
Harlow let out a sigh and we walked into main cabin of the plane. Mase was drinking coffee and sitting by the window, but he was facing us.
“Not sure why this surprises me. I saw it coming a mile away,” Mase said as he glared at me.
“You don’t understand. It wasn’t just . . . it was . . . we were . . . ,” Harlow stuttered.
“I screwed some shit up. Harlow and I are working through it. I’m winning her trust back.”
Mase snarled. “No, you’re f**king her in the damn bathroom on a plane.”
I took a step toward him and Harlow reached out and grabbed my arm. “You don’t understand, Mase.”
He raised his eyebrows, then took another sip of his coffee. “You’re a grown woman. If you want to make a mistake, I can’t stop you.”
The fact he was calling me a mistake pissed me the hell off, but I held my tongue.
“Don’t say things like that. You don’t understand. But you’re right. I’m a grown woman, and as much as I love you this isn’t your business.”
Mase smirked. “Bet our father will disagree with that.”
Harlow moved this time. “You will not tell Dad any of this. We aren’t kids.”
Mase took another long drink of his coffee. “Easy, tiger. I’m just teasing. Besides, he’ll figure it out himself. First, we just have to find his sorry ass.”
Harlow
Grant had taken a seat on the couch and pulled me down beside him with his arm wrapped firmly around my shoulders while he talked to Mase as if my brother hadn’t just caught us in the bathroom.
Men.
The rest of the flight went quickly, but then Grant had kept me very distracted for the first long portion of the trip. When we arrived in Vegas, Grant took my bag and we headed to the limo that Dean had sent to pick us up. I didn’t have to ask to know they were at the Hard Rock. It was their favorite place to stay in Vegas. I preferred the Venetian.
Grant slid in behind me and sat close enough that our bodies touched from shoulder to ankle, even though Mase sat across from us and there was plenty of room for him to scoot over. I liked it, though. He was determined to stay close to me.