Page 29 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“Glad to see me,” her husky voice paused. “Tyler?”

Fate hated me.

There was no way this gorgeous creature could be Piper.

Then I remembered why the green eyes were familiar. Only this time they were not full of tears like last time I saw them. This time they downright twinkled.

Before my brain had time to register all the problems this new situation created in my life, rage surged through me. I felt hot all over like I was going to combust in baggage claim.

Piper’s right arm was in a cast. What the hell happened? It didn’t matter that she had just graduated from college.

She was still fragile and in need of protecting. Harrison clearly hadn’t given me the full story.

My self-righteous anger dimmed with one chilling realization.

Piper wouldn’t be riding any horses this week. She’s be riding me.

Fuck.

There went my plan for her to get out of my hair.

But she could still ride me.

A dark voice inside me bloomed. Images of Piper astride me, riding me clouded my brain.

Panic welled up inside me.

Here I was imagining sticking my tongue down Piper’s throat as well as various other places.

What kind of filthy fuck was I…

Fate really hated me.

I didn’t need to see West’s eyes light up when Piper climbed in the car curbside to know they did. I could tell by how chatty he was. I always sat up front with West when he drove me. I sure as hell wasn’t letting Piper sit up front with him while I sat in the back. So into the backseat, Piper went.

Which was a yet another mistake, because the backseat of a Porsche is basically sized for a large cat. Now she hung over the front seat, her scent filling my nostrils.

“Piper, what brings you to the City of Angels, besides your handsome brother of course?” West asked, offering her a stick of gum.

She waved the offer aside. “I’m looking for work and a place to live.”

“You’re a model, right? Or an actress?”

Piper’s laugh sent a shiver down my spine. Her voice was throaty and deeper than I remembered though to be honest mostly what I remembered five years ago.

“My degree is in design. I’m looking for work in fashion or costuming.”

“Like in movies and TV?”

“Exactly.”

West whistled. “That’s cool. I don’t know anyone who does that out here, but I can ask my agent. How about you Tyler?”

“Not that I can think of.” I rubbed my right hand over my knee. I had an old hockey injury, and when I was overtired, I noticed the soreness there more. It wouldn’t hurt to soak in my hot tub later.

“I’d be so grateful for any help.” Piper’s words went straight to my cock. I closed my eyes briefly, glad I had sunglasses on.

I had to think of something—anything else.

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