Page 138 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

We just finished our last tour and were preparing final papers for an honorable discharge from the service after eight long years. It’s been four endless months since we’ve been home, and we have a lot of time to catch up on.

“Think your mom can take the kids for ice cream?”

“Already a step ahead of you. The pitter-patter you heard was Rocco’s, our new puppy.”

My brows shot up. “Oh.”

“Mom already has the kids at her place and will be back by dinnertime. I say we have three hours for you both to shower me with all the love you’ve been keeping from me.”

We both go for her and pull her close, taking turns kissing her.

“I love you more than should be possible, baby.”

“Make that true for the both of us,” Hawk added. “Love you until the world stops turning.”

We head for the stairs. It’s going to take a lifetime to show her just how much love we have for the one woman who made us whole. Made us a family.

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What happens when a one-night stand turns into falling for my father’s rival?

I’m Cherry. Beautifully curvy, loyal to the end, studious law student and devoted daughter to the top corporate lawyer of Tinseltown. In a word I’m average.

Until I meet him. The gorgeous, dominant stranger with the dark eyes and wicked dance moves who makes me feel like a queen. His queen. I can’t keep my hands to myself and he doesn’t seem to mind.

It’s not long before I do something ridiculously crazy. I say yes. Yes to a night of forbidden love with my nameless stranger.

What have I done? What happens after I surrender my body to him?

Will either of us be satisfied with only one night? And what will happen once my sexy stranger discovers my true identity?

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One

Cherry

It needed to stop. Little bells in my head said we needed to cool it, but how could I tell him that when I wanted everything he was doing to me? And then some.

He tasted of pricey whiskey and bad decisions. Every fiber of his being was built into sculpted muscle with delicious dips and bumps I wanted under my tongue. He smelled masculine, powerful and like my every fantasy I could ever dream of. I knew for a fact from the hardening of my nipples and creaming of my panties he would give me pleasures beyond my wildest dreams by simply dancing with the man. His strong hands held me close as he took the kiss deeper, ravishing my mouth. Our bodies followed the heavy thumping rippling throughout Los Angeles’ hottest night club, and the longer we danced the more I wanted him. And neither of us seemed to care about the other patrons. Let them look. I knew for certain I would never be inside these walls again so tonight was a one shot kinda night.

My ample curves molded to his harder body, and I let the rhythm of the dance sway my hips. Which he seemed to like. His grip tightened on my ass, and I ground a little harder. Feeling his arousal for me sent a flood of girl cum to wet the strip of cloth between my legs. When it came time to peel them off, I knew they would be molded to my wet folds.

He growled into my mouth as both my arms went around his neck. A little tug and God have mercy the press of the massive, throbbing cock through his dress pants against me nearly had my legs going around him right there on the dance floor.

I slipped my hands up a broad back and raked my nails down all that hard muscle. We were surrounded by L.A.’s most elite, and I could feel eyes glued to us. But I didn’t care.

Thick hair met my curious fingers as I cupped the back of his head. Our tongues danced just like the rest of our bodies, and I swear I could feel the whispers of an orgasm pulling on strings deep inside. If he were to reach around and flick my clit, I would wet his hand right here on the dance floor in the middle of a throng of people.

I pulled back and stared into the eyes of my gorgeous stranger with his hands currently slipping under the frilled edge of my halter top.

This was it. Go through with letting this man love my body the way it should be or walk like I always did when it came time to level up. Not that I had anything against sex—I loved it. Or knew I would if I ever got that far with a man. God, what was wrong with me?

Several things. I didn’t want to open that book tonight. But yeah. Intimacy was a foreign word to me. Hugs, hearing I love you, or even getting a hearty pat on the back was just unheard of in my home. Sure, my parents loved me but God forbid those words ever be uttered.

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