Page 28 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I yawned. My body wasn’t sure what time zone it was in after coming back from Singapore a few days before. That was the glamorous truth of my life on the road.

“A teenage girl is really going to put a cramp in your style. Is she a fan?” West snapped his gum.

“She’s not a teenager, she’s a college graduate. I have no idea what kind of music she likes.” I didn’t know much about Piper. At Harrison’s wedding, I’d only talked to her briefly trying to cheer her up through her tears. Some boy had dumped her and she was sure he was the love of her life. I remember the only way I could get her to stop crying was to ask about her horse. She showed me a sketch pad full of drawings which she carried around everywhere. I remember her being a talented artist.

Hey, maybe she could spend the week horseback riding? That would keep her out of my hair. I pulled out my phone and texted another assistant asking for a list of the best places to ride in the area.

The more I thought about it, this could be the answer to my problem. Hell, I’d buy her a horse if it kept her busy until Harrison arrived, then he could do the apartment hunting with her.

I sent a follow up to my assistant inquiring about buying a horse for her as well.

If all went as planned, Piper could be packed off to an exclusive dude ranch tomorrow. For the first time since talking to Harrison last night, the knot of anxiety in my chest eased. By the time West dropped me off at baggage claim, I had tried to reassure myself. I was able to entertain stadium-size crowds, surely one recent college graduate would be no problem.

But still, something nagged at me.

Harrison specifically asked me to take care of her myself. I was trying to follow his wishes, but I didn’t relish running the gauntlet of paparazzi floating around LAX. I pulled a baseball cap low over my eyes. I wore a tee shirt, faded jeans, and boots, pretty much standard regular LA guy attire. I hoped the casual clothing would help avoid attention. I kept my eyes down trying not to meet any curious gazes.

As it always was, LAX was packed. Travelers flowed around me, but nobody gave me more than a second glance. At six feet four inches most people who recognized me thought I was an NFL player. I was muscled from lifting weights, it was the one thing I was very good about keeping up with despite my god-awful travel schedule.

I kept my eyes alert behind my sunglasses for a gangly girl with braces at the baggage claim. That should be easy enough to spot here. A family dressed in matching tee shirts that read “Swanson Family California Theme Park Reunion” caught my attention. Everyone from grandparents to babes in arms wore the tee shirts as they surged to collect their luggage.

Regret washed over me for the extended family I never had. I envied them having each other, squabbles and all. Maybe I would have a family of my own someday but the way things were going it seemed unlikely. Relationships and music careers didn’t gel. And I wouldn’t want my family to suffer because of my career choices.

I turned away from people watching to the security gate exit. Just then, a brunette beauty strode out the exit, laughing with her tall blond male companion. My breath caught in my chest, this woman was stunning.

She wore slim black cigarette pants, a white sleeveless button-down blouse that tied at her waist showing a glimpse of her taut belly. She had firm high tits. Judging from the way they jiggled while she walked, they were one hundred percent real.

That in LA alone was a miracle.

She wore red heels giving her a sexy Snow White vibe. Her brunette curls tumbled down her back. Her creamy skin and red lips made her look like a fucking angel. Heads turned as she walked past.

I wanted to rip the eyes out of every male in the area. But that wouldn’t help because there were a fair number of females eyeing her too.

She waved goodbye to the blond man, peeling off to her right.

She walked straight toward me, pulling her wheeled bag behind her. Beauty approached me with her small leather backpack swung over one shoulder. She wore dark sunglasses like a fucking movie star.

Who was she?

If we’d been introduced at a premiere or gala event, I would’ve certainly remembered.

My heart banged against my ribcage so hard I thought I might crack a rib.

Thank the fucking lord.

I was never so glad to be recognized. Out of all the phone numbers slipped my way, I would gladly take hers.

Even if she were a crazy stalker fan, I’d make an exception to my usual hands-off policy for her.

Instead of stopping to introduce herself or make small talk, Beauty surprised me by hugging me suddenly and rather clumsily. The contact of her tits pressed against my chest emptied all the air out of my body and stirred my cock.

Immediately my arms went closed around her to steady her. It was then I realized I’d missed the cast covering her right arm from her palm to her elbow. She pressed those red lips to my cheek and fire spread through my body along with her scent of gardenia flowers.

I felt lost, unable to do anything but respond while my brain screamed mine.

Beauty leaned back enough in my arms to pull down her sunglasses with her free hand. She had deep green eyes with velvety lashes. Something about them was familiar but when her red lips parted all I could think about was what her mouth would look like wrapped around my cock. My balls grew heavy in my jeans at the sight of her pink tongue.

Oh yeah, my celibacy dry spell was over. I was a man dying of thirst who had fallen into a waterfall.

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